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"You weren't involved? Good!" Zhou Yunsong cupped his tea and took a sip to warm himself, and Zhao Gongqing hurriedly picked up the teapot to fill his cup again.

Zhou Yunsong said softly, "His Majesty still places great trust in the Marquis of Jing'an. When the Martial Temple was first established, His Majesty intended to have the Marquis of Jing'an serve as Temple Minister, but the marquis refused. At the beginning of the year, when the Naval Chief Military Commission was established, His Majesty also intended to have the Marquis of Jing'an serve as Left Governor, and the marquis refused that as well!"

"It is precisely because of this that His Majesty trusts the Marquis of Jing'an more and more. A commander who does not fight for power and does not cling to power is undoubtedly the one who puts His Majesty most at ease!"

"And the Marquis of Jing'an is a clever man too. That Martial Arts Pavilion may not seem important, but this year its disciples have begun entering the army one after another. As the days and years pass, the disciples of the Martial Arts Pavilion will spread throughout Da Rong's military, from the Border Army to the Imperial Guard, from the Martial Temple to the garrisons in every region. Everywhere will be students and disciples of the Marquis of Jing'an!"

"Right now, the Marquis of Jing'an is building up his prestige. The longer time goes on, the higher his standing in the army will become. Perhaps in the future, he will be the foremost man in the military!"

"So offending the Marquis of Jing'an now truly isn't worth the loss!"

As an old minister who had weathered the ups and downs of officialdom for decades, Zhou Yunsong saw everything in the Imperial Court very clearly.

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