Inside Taiji Hall, the assembled ministers withdrew from the palace in silence, but once they were far away from it, each and every one of them began talking at once.
Some felt Yang Zhengshan was acting recklessly, some felt Yang Zhengshan had been far too rash, and some felt Yang Zhengshan was upright and unyielding.
Yang Zhengshan deliberately left a few steps later, falling in behind Zhou Yunsong and Song Yunge.
Zhao Gongqing hurried to Zhou Yunsong's back, glancing back at Yang Zhengshan from time to time.
And around Song Yunge, three or five officials had gathered, speaking in low voices, with no telling what they were discussing.
Seeing this, Yang Zhengshan stroked his beard, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"You've really poked a hornet's nest this time!" Liang Chu said softly.
Yang Zhengshan smiled and said, "Do you think there will be more memorials impeaching me tomorrow, or more memorials impeaching Zhou Yunsong?"
"You can still laugh?" Liang Chu shook his head, finding it rather amusing.
"Why wouldn't I be able to laugh? At worst, they'll punish me with a salary fine too. Can they possibly demote my noble rank?" Yang Zhengshan said with a chuckle.
The two left Taiji Hall together, and after the morning court, a stormy wave rose through the officialdom of the Capital.
Yang Zhengshan's impeachment seemed as if it barely scratched Zhou Yunsong, but the one Yang Zhengshan had impeached was the Deputy Grand Secretary of the Grand Secretariat, the Minister of Personnel, and the leader of the New Party at the Imperial Court. In the past, the struggles between the New Party and the Old Party had mainly revolved around power within the various yamen, and their attacks had targeted mid- and high-ranking officials in those yamen. Never before had anyone