Some of the noble sons present frowned, while others voiced their strong agreement.
"If he obediently steps down and yields his position to a more worthy person, allowing honorable men like us to run the Seven Nations Ticket Shop, I'll even give him a dignified exit. But if he clings to power, his past prestige will be utterly destroyed."
As Sima Peng spoke, he drained the Spirit Wine in his cup.
"When that time comes, I will make the Seven Nations Ticket Shop the property of our Noble Families."
At the tables, some clapped and cheered, while others simply got up and left.
Dong Xiji and a few noble sons he knew well left their seats, walked straight out of the Flying Pavilion, and boarded the carriage they had arrived in.
"Ah Ji, you're not going to stay a little longer?"
