"Join the army? Are you trying to make this old man laugh? Such a Confucian genius belongs in our Ministry of Personnel!"
"You old bastard, Zeng Liangjiang has quite the knack for solving cases. Only in our Ministry of Justice can he fully display the learning he has spent his life acquiring."
"Hehe, Minister Sun, your words are far too narrow-minded—laughable upon reflection. Since ancient times, what quick-witted talent has ever been incapable of solving cases? In this official's view, the Ministry of Rites is where Quanfu should display his talents..."
"..."
As these voices rose and fell.
Fourth Prince Wang Yuanhao suddenly rolled his eyes.
His effeminate face cast a malicious glance at the Little Fatty Crown Prince.
Then, with a solemn expression, he rose to his feet, shedding his usual laziness. His gaze grave, he bowed to Emperor Jianhong.
"Father Emperor, Zeng Anmin is iron-boned and unyielding, and he possesses great learning as well. Making him the Crown Prince's Study Companion is indeed wasting his talents. Better to grant him an official post, so he may contribute to our Great Sage Dynasty sooner. That is the proper course."
The moment those words fell.
The gathered ministers first fell silent.
"Your Highness the Fourth Prince speaks rightly. This humble subject agrees."
Then the ministers' argument grew particularly fierce.
Some even began hurling curses outright, exposing one another's shortcomings.
It looked for all the world like haggling in a marketplace.
Hearing them, the Little Fatty Crown Prince grew anxious.
Those clear eyes of his immediately became urgent.
He first glared at the Fourth Prince, but the Fourth Prince was smiling as he looked over the ministers and paid him no heed.
The Crown Prince could not help looking toward the ministers as well. He wanted to open his mouth and