"They. How could they do this?" Xun Yu whispered angrily.
In his heart, the Han Dynasty still existed, and his desire to restore the Han court had not yet died.
Xu Shu hesitated, but in the end could only whisper to him, "Let's first see what the Prime Minister says. For now, this is merely their wishful thinking."
After hearing this, Xun Yu stared fixedly at Jiang Siming, afraid that he would agree.
He recalled the memories of working alongside Jiang Siming, and how honored and happy Jiang Siming had been to regard him as a trusted confidant.
For a moment, Xun Yu had truly wanted to support Jiang Siming in becoming king.
But the conservative beliefs deep in his heart told him that he could not. He had to support the Han court.
Nearby, Xun You looked at his uncle and shook his head with a sigh. He firmly stood on the Prime Minister's side.
His uncle, however, still had not figured it out. In this world, where was there any hope left for the Han court?
He wanted to become a meritorious subject of a new nation, rather than guard the Han realm alongside Xun Yu.
Everyone's eyes focused on Jiang Siming, waiting for his response.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Siming gave no response at all. He merely rose from the grand tutor's chair and then left directly.
The civil and military officials were left staring at one another, and in the end could only let the matter drop.
Only Xun Yu, Guo Jia, and the others understood what Jiang Siming meant.
Guo Jia and Xun You were beaming, while Xun Yu's heart ached terribly.
Jiang Siming's silence and refusal to state his position meant that he did not oppose everyone supporting him as king.
Though he said nothing, he