Fang Yun said angrily, "Minister Sheng, you have defied me time and again in the Heaven-Serving Hall. Do you truly think I can do nothing to you?"
"Please calm your anger, Lord Left Prime Minister. For the sake of the Jing Kingdom, I have no choice but to offend you, and I hope you will forgive me. These peace talks are exceptionally far-reaching and consequential. The slightest misstep could plunge the Jing Kingdom into crisis. Without the Left Prime Minister's Office participating, the other offices alone would be like a lone tree trying to hold everything up." Sheng Boyuan's voice was filled with helplessness.
Everyone could now see that Sheng Boyuan truly had no intention of making trouble for Fang Yun this time. He feared the peace talks would fail, while the Left Prime Minister's Office was full of capable, efficient officials. If Fang Yun was willing to help, their chances of success would be greater.
Fang Yun snorted coldly. "I have been unwell lately. Beyond the affairs of the Left Prime Minister's Office, I have no energy to handle anything else! I will absolutely not involve myself in the Temporary Peace Talks Office!"
With that, Fang Yun actually turned his Marquis Wu Chariot and sped out of the Heaven-Serving Hall, whipping up a fierce gust that left the assembled officials disheveled and bewildered in the wind.
The officials stared after Fang Yun, all momentarily stunned.
Having witnessed Fang Yun's earlier methods of turning clouds and rain at will, no one believed he had left merely because he had encountered opposition. They all suspected he was playing some stratagem-perhaps letting go in order to seize, perhaps making other arrangements.
Still, most officials believed Fang Yun would have to compromise. Against the two towering behemoths of the Miscellaneous School and the