Song Qingshu watched coldly from the sidelines. He knew the situation before him was the result of cooperation among various factions at court. They had come prepared, and there was no point in forcing himself to hold on any longer. He decided to cut through the mess and said directly, "I believe everyone's arguments are reasonable. Staying overnight in the palace does indeed invite criticism. How about this? I will move out today. However, the Emperor's safety cannot be neglected. Someone's earlier suggestion was quite good. Find a residence near the palace, and I will guard it from there. That will also protect against other Grandmasters or ill-intentioned people invading the palace."
The ministers in the hall exchanged looks. None of them had expected him to agree to leave the palace so quickly. They had even prepared several trump cards that had yet to be used.
But since he had agreed to leave the palace, they could not press him too hard. His prestige and martial prowess were there for all to see, after all. They accepted his proposal and ordered the Imperial City Department to find a residence near the palace for him.
Taking in everyone's reactions, Song Qingshu could not help sighing inwardly. Whether he had taken over the government as Kangxi Emperor or Tang Kuobian before, it had been much easier comparatively. That had made him somewhat careless in this game of power. Only now, after stepping into the spotlight, did he realize just how treacherous and murderous the center of power truly was.
He could indeed use absolute force to make these people submit, but every circle had its own rules of the game. If he wanted to break the deadlock through sheer strength as the protagonists in the novels he had once read did, he