"Take a look."
After a brief silence, the owner of the voice resumed a calm demeanor, a faint smile hanging at the corner of his mouth as he passed the silk scroll to the other two.
The room was filled with the curling scent of sandalwood, with one emperor, one scholar, and one bald man quietly sitting and savoring tea.
Though they gathered, the bald middle-aged man in a black robe occupied the main seat, while the other two, whether emperor or scholar, sat lower with subtly respectful expressions.
"Venerable one, though Chen Ping has risen miraculously, it has been a brief time, lacking foundation. In my opinion, there's no need to concern ourselves."
"Not only should we not concern ourselves, but we should also deploy forces from the south, directly attacking Nanli Yujing to seize legitimacy before advancing southward..."
"Your Majesty, this must not be."
Venerable Mingyu hadn't yet considered the gains and losses in Emperor Yuwen Mu's words.
