[There's a minister in the hall right now named Zheng Feiyu who's planning to have dinner with Zhang Jitao tonight. To prepare for today, he hasn't washed his feet or changed his shoes and socks for an entire month!]
[With that kind of endurance, he could succeed at anything!]
Jiang Nuan exclaimed in amazement.
Zheng Feiyu, who had already been doing his best to make himself invisible in the hall, silently lowered his head.
When Jiang Nuan's first piece of gossip had landed on Zhuang Zhenghao, he had secretly counted himself lucky. But once the next piece concerned Zhang Jitao, he had sensed that things were about to go terribly wrong.
So he had done everything he could to minimize his presence, hoping to slip through unnoticed.
But how could Guagua let him have his way? The very next moment, the gossip landed squarely on him.
[No, Guagua, I can't accept people getting promoted this way and squeezing out those with genuine talent and knowledge. Hurry and give me a list of their names.]
People with genuine talent and knowledge were still languishing in obscurity, while these people enjoyed high office and generous salaries. Jiang Nuan thought it was outrageous. She could not accept it.
[All right, host. The first is Zheng Feiyu, the second is...]
Guagua rattled off seven or eight names in one go.
That was no small number, considering there were only so many official posts at court.
The ministers who had just been lamenting their failure to earn promotions through this peculiar method now felt nothing but relief. Otherwise, they would have been called to account before they could even enjoy their promotions for long.
The ministers who had earned their promotions through genuine talent and knowledge nearly wanted to embrace their colleagues and weep after