A sycophant—whenever almost anyone uttered that term, they treated it as a pejorative.
Because it meant flattery, bootlicking, wicked fawning... Anyone associated with the title of "sycophant" would be cursed for generations and reviled by countless people.
After all, flattery and bootlicking meant having no principles. And having no principles meant all manner of shady deals that could not bear the light of day, even criminal atrocities.
Yet from Tang Xiao's perspective, Helmut Zemo, whom many called a "sycophant," was simply far too lovable and far too useful!
He would do what others dared not do. He would say what others were too proud to say. And every deed, every word, struck deep at the ambitions and desires in Tang Xiao's heart.
With such a person by your side, he would bear nearly all the infamy for you and handle every task you wished done, no matter how evil or filthy it might be.
So what if he was embezzling? What if he was corrupt?
For someone like that, so long as he was not allowed to influence military and state affairs, Tang Xiao could fully tolerate a little embezzlement and corruption.
Besides, while Helmut Zemo might have been a shameless flatterer, he truly was highly capable. He knew exactly what he could and could not do, what he should and should not do.
Therefore, if there was anyone Tang Xiao trusted most, it was undoubtedly Helmut Zemo. This grand ceremony of urging him to take the throne, arranged entirely by Zemo, had struck straight into Tang Xiao's heart from every angle and pleased him immensely.
For instance, Helmut Zemo had already made his way into the midst of the countless people below the platform. No one knew when he had gone over—perhaps when officials of every rank had knelt