"Your Majesty, Grand Marshal, Prince of Wu."
Just as the three most powerful men among the Murong Xianbei sank into a farcical confrontation, Murong De suddenly spoke again. He had spent the past few days thinking at home, had genuinely anticipated this scene, and had already prepared what to say. "Your younger brother has something to say."
"Speak." Murong Ke hurriedly waved a hand.
"We should not be blaming anyone now. We should settle matters quickly, soothe people's fears, and stabilize the overall situation," Murong De said hurriedly. "The Grand Marshal spoke well just now. A state can perish overnight. That is no joke."
Murong Jun sneered, but did not stop him.
"What do you have in mind?" Murong Ke took a few breaths.
"I believe the private grievances between the emperor and the Prince of Wu are not something we should interfere in, nor can we. We should return to the larger picture, deal with this matter with the stability of the state foremost, and then suppress their private grievances." Murong De still had his words ready. "Grand Marshal, I believe the emperor's authority must not be shaken. The emperor is the eldest legitimate son. Our Murong Clan has endured internal strife in every generation, and it is this foundation that has allowed us to survive until today. Moreover, now that we have entered Han lands and made Hebei our base, we must show even greater respect for the system of legitimate primogeniture that accords with Han customs...
"So not only must the emperor's authority remain unshaken, the Crown Prince's position must also be honored and guaranteed."
"You are right." Murong Ke nodded.
Murong Jun also glanced at his youngest brother.
"Also, Prince of Wu, the case against your Princess Consort of Wu was a miscarriage of justice. I