At that moment.
Everyone looked at Xu Qingxiao.
Waiting for an answer.
Would he choose court affairs or the Confucian Dao?
But in everyone's eyes, whatever Xu Qingxiao chose, he had already lost.
It would be difficult to turn things around.
Wang Chaoyang waited for Xu Qingxiao, and so did Prince Huaining.
They waited for Xu Qingxiao's decision.
And now.
Above the Prince's Manor.
Xu Qingxiao surveyed it all, his gaze calm. He spared neither Wang Chaoyang nor Prince Huaining a single thought.
Even something as powerful as the Literary Palace had been destroyed by his hand. What did these people amount to?
They wanted to establish themselves in Great Wei and take a share of his power?
Xu Qingxiao found it laughable. Did the man really think that, by wearing the title of Sage Grandson, he could make all the scholars under heaven willing to follow him?
When all was said and done, wouldn't he still have to resort to underhanded tricks?
Xu Qingxiao did not care whether he established himself here.
Even if he went to the Tuxie Dynasty instead, he could still play his tricks.
Now there were two choices.
Court affairs or the Confucian Dao. Prince Huaining was positively desperate for him to choose the Confucian Dao.
He now carried Great Wei's national fortune. If he could not participate in court affairs, he would be like a tiger with its teeth pulled out.
As for the Confucian Dao, Wang Chaoyang could pursue his work while Xu Qingxiao pursued his own. However fiercely they competed, no conflict would erupt instantly. Everything would take time.
But court affairs changed from one moment to the next, every single day. Surely he could not wait until he had dealt with Wang Chaoyang before handling them?
Wouldn't that be making trouble