As soon as Ma Wenyuan finished speaking, the heads of the various noble houses present immediately began exchanging opinions.
"Patriarch Ma's idea is excellent!"
"Yes! It's a sound plan. Stabilizing the Southwest comes before anything else!"
All the noble houses strongly supported Ma Wenyuan's proposal.
Because it aligned with their families' interests.
The Southwest was where they lived. It had to be stabilized.
Zichuan Canxing sat on the platform, his expression dark as he watched the heads of the various houses below whispering among themselves and discussing their support for Ma Wenyuan's proposal.
Ma Wenyuan's idea completely ran contrary to his and Ming Hai's plans!
"Silence!"
Luo Minghai sat beside Zichuan Canxing. Seeing the change in Zichuan Canxing's expression, he instantly transformed into a loyal guard. Rising to his feet, he slammed the table and shouted at the heads of the various houses below, whose discussions were growing increasingly grating.
At Luo Minghai's shout, the noisy hall immediately fell silent.
Zichuan Canxing patted Luo Minghai's arm approvingly, signaling for him to sit down.
Thankfully, Ming Hai was here to work with him.
The situation was already this disastrous, so why could these noble houses not unite under him and listen to his orders?
When he had asked his question just now, not a single person had spoken. Every one of them had stayed silent.
Yet the moment the Ma Clan spoke, these people seemed to find their backbone and immediately became lively.
What? Who was truly in charge of the Southwest?
The Ma Clan?
Or him, Zichuan Canxing?
The Ma Clan had grown far too powerful!
"Does anyone else have a different opinion?"
Zichuan Canxing swept his gaze around the room and continued questioning them.
Luo Minghai knew very well that Zichuan Canxing's words showed his extreme dissatisfaction with Ma