"Your Majesty, I urge you to reconsider. Once this policy is enacted, it will surely cause an uproar across the land, and the people will turn against you."
Tong Taiyuan, kneeling on the ground, with his white beard and hair trembling incessantly, cried out in distress.
Chen Ping sat high on the throne, resting his chin on his hand, amused as he looked at this former head of the Cabinet Scholars, now the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. He thought to himself, this old fellow finally couldn't hold back. But there's no rush; take it slowly. There will be more urgency later.
"An uproar? Who would cause an uproar, and why? Is it because of mere words, or because of their scholarly achievements? The people turning against me—who exactly?"
His gaze swept over the ministers in the hall, and he softly asked, "Is there anyone else who thinks this policy is flawed? Speak up now."
