Peng Yuhao was speechless, not even daring to respond at this moment. Feeling the sharp glares all around him, he felt like crying but had no tears.
Is this the main issue? Clearly not! He just wanted to say that since Liang Zhirui has already retired, he should not be disturbed.
At such an old age, wouldn't it be better to spend his remaining years in peace?
Ah, spit! Wait, isn't this still because he's considered old?
Peng Yuhao was utterly defeated; he was already trapped in the cycle of age.
The Emperor coldly snorted and shouted, "Does anyone else have objections?"
Xia Qing, standing at the front, wore a face as dark as the bottom of a pot. Originally, he thought the position of the Crown Prince's Master was in his bag, yet it was snatched by this defeated underling.
Years ago, when he pulled Liang Zhirui down from the position of Grand Secretary, he didn't expect Liang Zhirui would return today.
