"What you said was absolutely right, Teacher!"
"I shall take my leave, then."
Hearing Wang Xiang's words, Cao Mao immediately nodded in agreement, then rose and turned to leave.
Wang Xiang panicked and hurriedly stepped into his path.
"Your Majesty!"
Cao Mao was in no hurry at all. His teacher seemed not to have grasped the situation. I didn't come here to discuss these matters with you.
This matter has no effect on me whatsoever.
If Wang Su ruins your reputation and brings shame upon your clan, that has nothing to do with me. Everything will go on as before.
If you feel you aren't qualified to refute Wang Su, fine. Have it your way.
Cao Mao looked at Wang Xiang before him, his manner considerably cooler. "Is there something else, Lord Wang?"
Words could scarcely express Wang Xiang's grief and indignation at that moment.
How had things turned out this way?
As a pioneer of this new age, Wang Xiang naturally knew how much influence the Classics carried. He was unwilling to become a blade in the emperor's hand and turn against his own people. The problem was that, unless he became that blade now, his clan would be in trouble.
He had been left dangling from a cliff. To climb back up, he could only drag his own people down and tread on their corpses.
Looking at the perfectly composed emperor before him, Wang Xiang felt a chill in his heart.
Could he already have prepared everything back when he helped him secure the Grand Minister of Ceremonies post?
He studied that face: the slightly narrowed eyes, the unreadable expression, the faint suggestion of a smile at the corners of his mouth.
How much he resembles Xuanwen!
Wang Xiang had no room left to retreat. He drew a