In the Great Wei Literary Palace, Chen Zhengru's voice was filled with icy severity.
He was the reigning Chancellor, as well as a Grand Confucian of the Literary Palace.
No one in the Great Wei Literary Palace dared talk back when he rebuked them.
They had dared berate Xu Qingxiao solely because of his age, and because he had emerged less than a year ago.
Naturally, they were somewhat unwilling to accept him.
But Chen Zhengru was different. They still held him in awe, whether because of his age or his standing.
Each cry of "old and still not dead."
Each command to "get out here."
They all trampled Scholar Peng's dignity underfoot, without the slightest trace of courtesy.
No one dared speak. Even the Grand Confucians dared say nothing. Chen Zhengru had already gone this far; anyone who still dared provoke him...
Would likely be courting death.
"Hah!"
"What a fine 'old and still not dead'!"
"What a fine 'get out here.'"
"Lord Chen, you certainly haven't neglected your Sages' Books over the years."
At that moment, Zhang Ning's voice rang out. Since all pretense of civility had been torn away, he no longer cared about Chen Zhengru at all. He sneered, his words steeped in pointed sarcasm.
He was simply saying that Chen Zhengru was throwing his official weight around.
"Zhang Ning."
"Keep your snide insinuations out of this."
"Great Wei has suffered a monstrous humiliation. We are doing everything in our power to safeguard the realm and defend our homeland, yet you people are creating internal strife here."
"Do you realize that you have already committed crimes that reach the heavens?"
Chen Zhengru pointed furiously at Zhang Ning, his voice utterly cold.
"Crimes that reach the heavens? What a fine accusation."
"Was Xu Qingxiao right to kill