Political struggles at court had always been things that could not be put into words, only understood by intuition.
Moreover, discerning the imperial will was also a skill.
After Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long swept his expressionless gaze across the ministers in Qiankun Hall, someone immediately stepped forward.
"Prime Minister, you are mistaken. If His Majesty must marry off a daughter for no more than such Military Merit, then even all of His Majesty's princesses combined would hardly suffice as rewards!" Wei Yancan, Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, had grasped the imperial will.
Prime Minister Wen Gang was merely the leader of Great Zhou's noble faction. He was not a prime minister who controlled every voice at court.
Great Zhou's court had no shortage of isolated ministers, upright ministers, and ministers who had risen through favor.
Thus, with the slightest signal from Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long, ministers immediately leaped out to wage a war of words against Prime Minister Wen Gang.
This was also where Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long's brilliance lay.
He sat atop the mountain and watched the tigers fight, then delivered the final word to settle all beneath the heavens!
Yet before Prime Minister Wen Gang could speak, Ye Zhen became displeased.
He strode directly before Wei Yancan, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites who had just stepped out, and fixed him with a cold stare. "What did you just say?"
Under Ye Zhen's gaze, with its innate killing intent, Wei Yancan's heart went cold. But before the Emperor and so many court officials, he did not wish to lose face.
Forcing himself to stiffen his neck, he said, "I said that even all of His Majesty's princesses combined would not be enough as rewards!"
"The sentence before that!" Ye Zhen shouted coldly.