Hua Shunming directed them to take the memorial to a side hall for discussion. After all, a mountain of memorials still awaited him.
"That Gu Wenheng is such a handful," Gold complained the moment they arrived at the side hall.
He felt he and Gu Wenheng were simply fated to clash. Nothing good ever came of their encounters.
"He is a capable man, though," Niu Hai'an said, sipping the tea a palace maid had served him. "If this move succeeds, Yi Province might just shed its status as a poor province.
The Holy Emperor truly has a keen eye for talent and knows how to appoint the right people for the job."
The other high officials inwardly curled their lips in disdain. 'This Niu Taifu is such a smooth operator, never missing a chance to flatter the emperor.'
But as they glanced at the palace maids and eunuchs standing in attendance, they all inwardly cursed him as an 'old fox'.
"The Holy Emperor is wise." No matter what, agreeing at a time like this was the right move.
