Zhou Shixiong's secret memorial had also been delivered to the Imperial Palace by express courier.
Hua Shunming dismissed his attendants. After a long moment, he began tapping on his desk in his study, repeatedly exclaiming his approval.
'These are the true soldiers of the Rong Dynasty. If I really had to hand this country over to those weak-kneed fools to mess things up, I don't even know how much frustration I, the Emperor, would have to endure.'
Now that military authority was in the hands of his trusted confidants, these civil servants could, at most, show off their verbal skills in the imperial court. If the entire court didn't need to function, he wouldn't even bother to engage in verbal sparring with them.
Thinking of these people, he suddenly let out a cold laugh. "I truly hope they still advocate for peace this time."
Opening the second memorial, Hua Shunming couldn't help but stroke his chin. The newly grown stubble felt a bit prickly.
