Grand Tutor Wen Zhong was undoubtedly the stabilizing needle of the court, a pillar-like presence.
As Dixin spoke, the civil and military officials who had been arguing heatedly immediately fell silent and turned to look at Wen Zhong in unison.
Several decades had passed since the teachings at Biyou Palace. Wen Zhong had not used magic power to preserve his youthful appearance, instead allowing himself to become a dignified middle-aged man.
"Dongyi was acknowledged by Ancestor Xuanyuan. Though they are Human-Witch Hybrids, they are now also a part of our Human Race. Launching a war without declaration would indeed damage the prestige of our Shang Dynasty."
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Wen Zhong knew that he needed to make the decision today. He rose from his seat, cupped his hands toward Dixin, and voiced his thoughts.
"If Your Majesty wishes to expand the territory, first select an envoy to negotiate with a branch of Dongyi. If they choose to submit and become a vassal of our Shang Dynasty, then let the matter rest. But if they refuse, we can send troops and subdue them by force then; it will not be too late."
Though he did not approve of campaigns within the Human Race, he was a minister of Shang, and as a Shang minister, he had to speak for Shang.
Even if he could not bear to see the Shang Dynasty rashly raise arms against outsiders, he could not voice firm opposition either. He could only first adopt a conciliatory approach and hope that Dongyi would submit...
"Then we shall follow the Grand Tutor's advice."
Dixin considered it and found Wen Zhong's proposal better. If Dongyi agreed, they could subdue a major tribe without spilling blood and expand Shang's territory. If they refused, then using force to