The Capital of Great Wei.
Inside the Ministry of Revenue.
Once Wang Xinzhi had explained the whole affair to the four ministers, all four erupted at once.
First came their astonishment. Xu Qingxiao's Great Wei Gazette had actually sold a million copies in a single day. That was truly staggering.
They knew that anything Shouren produced was bound to be first-rate, but they had never expected it to sell so many copies in one day.
It truly shook them to the core.
But soon, the four ministers grew furious.
"Why is the Literary Palace so shameless? They clearly copied Shouren's Great Wei Gazette, yet insist that Shouren copied their Proclamation notices? They really have no shame."
"Can they still call themselves Grand Confucians? These are nothing but gutter tactics. They're even more shameless than our Ministry of War."
"They truly turn my stomach. No matter what, I will submit a memorial impeaching them."
"If they really dare to impeach Shouren, I will do everything in my power on the court floor tomorrow."
Gu Yan, Zhou Yan, Zhang Jing, and Li Yanlong spoke in turn.
As ministers, they were pillars of Great Wei's court and had weathered countless storms, yet the Literary Palace's Grand Confucians had still managed to disgust them today.
Just then, Chen Zhengru's voice rang out.
"Everyone, please remain calm."
His words brought the ministers back under control.
At that moment, Chen Zhengru seemed rather composed. The anger he had shown at the Literary Palace was gone; instead, he was unusually calm.
Seeing his expression, everyone immediately understood that Chen Zhengru must have realized something. They set aside their impatience and waited for him to speak.
Everyone fell silent.
Then Chen Zhengru slowly began.
"This matter is no longer as simple as we imagined."
"Scholar Peng is determined