Petitioning for a One-Character Marquis Title

Li Taiming cursed inwardly.

That old bastard Wen Zhong. I knew he was up to no good. He actually wants to set me up.

Does he think that brat Li Xinge is easy to deal with?

He snorted coldly. "You are mistaken, Prime Minister Wen. My son is dull-witted and unfit for important duties. How could he shoulder such a responsibility?"

Wen Zhong refused to let the matter drop. He smiled and said, "You are too modest, Duke of Zhenguo. Who among the court and the people does not know of Nephew Xuanxian's strength and intellect? Eastern Prefecture is now a hotbed of trouble. Only a prodigy like Nephew Xuanxian can pacify it. You must not keep declining on my dear nephew's behalf."

Li Taiming's expression darkened, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes. With a smile that never reached his eyes, he said, "It is not that I wish to decline on my son's behalf. He entered secluded cultivation some time ago, and I fear he will not emerge anytime soon."

"Hehe, that is no obstacle. Let Nephew Xuanxian take on the burden of Governor of Eastern Continent first. He can assume his post once he emerges."

Wen Zhong smiled as he spoke.

"Why are you obstructing this, Duke of Zhenguo? Could it be that you do not wish Nephew Xuanxian to serve his country?"

At this accusation that struck straight at his motives, everyone's expression changed.

Only the emperor, seated high above the court, wore a smile.

Li Taiming clenched his fists.

At that moment, he dearly wished he could smash his fist into Wen Zhong's loathsome old face.

He drew a deep breath and forced down his anger.

A smile suddenly appeared on his face, making Wen Zhong's heart sink. "Since you hold my son in such