Liu Ying looked out over the somewhat noisy hall and felt a little angry for the first time. At this crucial moment when I'm granting Father Chancellor the Nine Bestowments, you show me so little respect?
He shouted, "Silence! Anyone who makes another sound will be dragged straight out."
Only when they saw the usually good-tempered emperor lose his temper did the ministers slowly fall silent. Liu Ying nodded in some satisfaction, turned toward Luo Xin, and smiled. "Father Chancellor, please accept the Nine Bestowments. I must still entrust this Great Han realm to you."
Luo Xin bowed slightly. "I dare not refuse what Your Majesty bestows. I can only exhaust my mind and strength and serve you unto death."
An ordinary minister would, of course, have declined. After all, these powers were truly too great and could easily arouse the emperor's suspicion. The outcome would not be good.
But Luo Xin was not afraid. Even setting aside his relationship with Liu Ying, from the standpoint of interests alone, no one would be foolish enough to come sow discord while he lived. Once he died, power would return to the emperor, and a normal emperor would have no reason to settle accounts with him. If one truly wanted to do so, then it would come down to whose fist was bigger-the emperor's or the Luo Clan's.
Chang'an embarked on a new journey. Liu Ying became the heart of power in the realm, while Luo Xin enjoyed even greater eminence than when the Empress Dowager had presided over court. This filled many people with despair. The towering power of a Chancellor who had held office for over a decade was difficult to imagine.
Zhao City.
Luo Ling was meditating with his eyes closed. He was the oldest living member of