Letting the Imperial Grandson step onto the stage and cooperate?
Prefect Xu stirred his ginseng tea with the bowl lid, took another sip, and couldn't help smiling. If the Imperial Grandson was truly willing to cooperate and act as the principal imperial commissioner, he would certainly be able to suppress Zhang Dai.
This wasn't a matter of temper or no temper; plenty of people had tempers. Yet official rank and power were what made all short-tempered people obey or fall completely silent.
Yet the problem arose: why would the Imperial Grandson cooperate with their actions?
The Imperial Grandson had not yet entered the arena, and he remained extremely vigilant. Under such circumstances, it would be difficult for Zhang Dai to drag him into the water. The Imperial Grandson could completely afford to sit back and watch.
The person sitting in the second chair on the left asked precisely this: "What should we do if the Imperial Grandson doesn't cooperate?"
The old man twitched the corner of his mouth, the wrinkles on his face seeming to twist together and render his expression obscure and difficult to read.
He stared at that person and said slowly, "Stripped to its core, principle in this world is nothing more than legitimacy and reality."
"And legitimacy comes first."
"The Imperial Grandson is the primary imperial commissioner, and Zhang Dai is the deputy imperial commissioner. This establishes their legitimacy and assigns their responsibilities."
"All of Zhang Dai's merits naturally belong to the Imperial Grandson, but all of his responsibilities also belong to the Imperial Grandson."
"This is the vessel of authority. Once the Imperial Grandson accepted it, he already stepped into the trap."
"Therefore, it doesn't matter if the Imperial Grandson refuses to cooperate. The blame remains his to bear. Once we pay a courtesy call