Jiang Ziya: For some reason, I feel like my head is a little green

Fei Lian let out a silent sigh. Whether he advanced or retreated, death awaited him. With no other choice, he could only steel himself and step forward, bowing as he loudly memorialized, "Grand Preceptor, this must never be done! The King is the supreme ruler, lord of ten thousand chariots. As the Human Emperor of all under Heaven, he bears Cheng Tang's national destiny upon his shoulders. How can he lightly venture onto the battlefield and personally risk his life in a campaign?"

Hearing this, Di Xin, seated upon the throne, flashed a delighted look in his eyes and secretly nodded. The great stone hanging over his heart finally fell away.

The moment Fei Lian finished speaking, half the civil and military officials in the hall voiced their agreement.

These ministers all harbored their own selfish motives. Some truly worried for the Human Emperor's safety and did not wish Di Xin to leave Morning Song lightly.

Yet others were men steeped in splendor, greedy for power and wealth. For years, they had relied upon Di Xin's protection to amass riches and indulge themselves. They feared that if Di Xin departed on campaign, the court's power would be thrown into turmoil; deprived of the Emperor's backing, all their future glory and wealth would vanish like smoke.

Voices of agreement rose and fell throughout the hall. Gazing at these ministers who cared only for private gain and disregarded the state, Wenzhong's pent-up fury surged. He gave a deep, cold snort, his gaze stabbing straight at Fei Lian like a blade as he sternly challenged, "If the King cannot campaign, could it be that you, Fei Lian, are willing to lead the troops to Western Qi?"

That single sentence drained Fei Lian's face of color. He was instantly rendered speechless, lowering his head