When today's deliberations began, they had prepared a joint memorial to oppose Qing Chen.
Now, only a few hours later, they were still submitting a joint memorial, but it had become an endorsement of Qing Chen's redistribution of military and civil authority in the northwest!
"I agree!" Mei Zhili steeled himself and was the first to step forward.
Since things had already come to this, he might as well follow through to the end.
Judging by today's situation, Qing Chen had proved one move ahead. There was certainly still a hidden agent in their midst who had yet to reveal himself.
"I agree as well!" Seeing that Qing Chen remained generous, Wei Ting decided that, since he had no one behind him anyway and had always followed Qin Wujiang before, he might as well follow Qing Chen now.
Apart from these two, no one else spoke. Wang Yan remained silent as well.
"What?"
Qing Chen waited a moment, then raised his brows slightly. "Do you gentlemen have some other brilliant suggestion?"
He felt these people were positively itching for a beating. Even now, they would not obediently do as they were told?
Especially Wang Yan, who had once forged a favorable connection with him by witnessing his Nascent Soul Formation-how could he be so oblivious to the circumstances?
It seemed Spirit Stones had blinded him.
Seeing so many gazes turn toward him, Li Qingyuan, the northwestern censor who had remained seated at the head of the right-hand row, finally braced himself and coughed twice.
At present, only he had the standing to impose any checks on Qing Chen.
He also held the post of Grand Secretary of Wenhua Hall in the Inner Cabinet and was the Grand Elder of the Li Household of the Nine Netherworlds.
What Qing Chen was