After his attempt to ram his head into a pillar failed and an Imperial Guard saved him, Right Censor-in-Chief An Honghui spoke up again. "Your Majesty, appointing an heir to the throne cannot be delayed any longer!"
Emperor Deyuan answered perfunctorily, "Minister An, I promise you, I will appoint a Crown Prince tomorrow afternoon!"
Let that be the end of this subject!
Let's see how cocky you are tomorrow!
As soon as Emperor Deyuan finished speaking, the surrounding officials cast admiring looks at An Honghui.
Successfully persuading the emperor by remonstrating at the cost of his life-even if he had not actually died-was a deed that would surely leave a bold, vivid stroke in the history of Great Xia.
If there were a register of illustrious ministers, Right Censor-in-Chief An Honghui would surely rank among the top three.
The officials were all envious. Only the Five Ministers in the front row, several dukes, and two or three vice ministers had deep pity lurking in their eyes.
The newly appointed Minister of Revenue, Hou Wenyao, formerly Vice Minister of Personnel, was somewhat puzzled. Why did he see pity in his colleagues' eyes?
Was his vision playing tricks on him?
Hou Wenyao had also met Scholar-in-Waiting Jian during their previous discussion in the Imperial Study, but he had been standing rather far away and did not know much about her abilities.
Pang Lianggong, Vice Minister of Works, winked at him. You'll find out tomorrow afternoon.
As for the Crown Prince, Emperor Deyuan had once considered appointing his fourth son. But after his fourth son broke his legs in a fall and became paralyzed, he had shelved the idea of naming an heir.
*My second son, born to the Empress, is too soft. My third has some cleverness, but he's too ostentatious and