At the sight of the proposal, the Elders instinctively frowned. Noble Peer titles were exceedingly hard to obtain in Great Chu; extending one for even a single generation was harder still.
Even the Nine Grand Elders had received only the lowest Noble Peer rank, baron, upon taking office. Once that title was reduced for the next generation, it would no longer count as a Noble Peer title.
After a glance through the documents, one Elder said flatly, "Mister Tang did save General Yang Quan and kill several attackers. But those merits fall a little short of warranting an extension of his title."
"I also think his merits are insufficient. We could award him money, or even a grant from the national fund," another Elder said.
Everyone smiled easily. Judging by the documents, Tang Changsheng's achievements truly did seem too slight to justify extending his title for another generation.
Back then, Tang Changsheng's master had faced Rìwán's sudden betrayal of Great Chu and its surprise attack on Great Chu's Pearl Harbor. The Pacific Ocean fleet had suffered devastating losses, leaving the navy spread thin across the Southern Seas.
With Rìwán's forces on the verge of occupying the entire Southern Seas, his master had assassinated Yamamoto, the commander of Rìwán's fleet. That feat had helped Great Chu's outmatched fleet annihilate the enemy, earning him the title of Mister Yuan Zhen and an extension for two generations.
What did Tang Changsheng's meager achievements amount to beside that? How could he compare to Mister Yuan Zhen and expect another generation's extension? It was a joke!
For a moment, the Elders even wondered whether the military had made a mountain out of a molehill by submitting this proposal.
But the military representative's expression did not change. He merely smiled and said, "Elders, please look carefully.