"Since it was a faux pas, I won't blame the Aijia any more. If I do it again in the future, I won't be lenient! Retreat!" Shangguan Wanrong shouted softly, but did not punish her severely.

After all, someone who finally jumps out to object cannot be killed with a single blow.

"Thank you Queen Mother!"

He Ze lowered his head and stood back in the train angrily. How could he have the nerve to continue talking after losing such a big person?

"Is there anyone else who would like to express his opinion?" Shangguan Wanrong asked with a slight frown.

"I second the proposal! The Marquis of Northern Liang should be crowned king!"

"I also second my opinion! The late emperor's edict cannot be violated!"

…

About four or five figures stood up one after another, surprisingly unanimously agreeing to confer the title of king on Chenyue, but there was no one who objected.

Whoever objects is not at odds with the late emperor? He really thinks that everyone is a piece of meat!

He Ze's face was full of bitterness when he returned to the etiquette department of the morning class, and he was the one who was taken advantage of emotionally.

Everyone looked around and saw that the people who stood up were almost all the people who proposed sending troops to Liaodong in the first place. They were all officials as big as sesame seeds, and they looked like they were not afraid of anything.

Xue Chengyi had a smile on his lips. He had already expected this scene. He had been moving around a lot these days.

Of course, he had no intention of forming a party for personal gain. He just chatted with these officials in his spare time and mentioned the war in Liaodong.

Shangguan Wanrong waited patiently for a long time, but no one came out to object. Everyone in the Yuwen family and the Zhao family pretended to be dead without saying a word.

Seeing that no one said anything, Shangguan Wanrong had no choice but to say: "Everyone in the Ai family knows what you mean. After discussing with Your Majesty, we will decide on the specific method of canonizing the soldiers of Beiliang Dao. There are also many details that need to be discussed on the canonization of kings with different surnames.

, let’s stop discussing today’s edict.”

When Yin Jingwu and others saw that the Empress Dowager had said this, they could not continue to persuade her, so they all walked back to the train arrogantly.

How aggrieved they felt when the invitation to send troops to Liaodong was rejected, how happy they felt now.

Shangguan Wanrong waved his robe sleeves slightly, and the eunuch who was waiting beside him, the chief eunuch of the ceremonial department, immediately understood and shouted:

"Retreat!"

"Long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!"

There was another roar like a roaring tsunami.

…

As soon as the morning ended, there were several figures in the imperial study room.

The eight figures of the Queen Mother Shangguan Wanrong, the old lady Fu Yuwen Hongru, and six ministers were all sitting at attention.

This was privately called a small court meeting by hundreds of officials. Most of the discussions in the court were frivolous matters, and real major decisions would be made at the small court meeting.

"You are all important ministers of our dynasty and emperor. Today, no one has said anything about the title of king. Now that no one else is around, you can talk to your heart's content." Shangguan Wanrong said calmly, looking specifically at Yuwen Hongru's face.

It stayed on me for a while longer.

Several people looked at each other, but no one spoke first.

In particular, Fu Longzhi, the Minister of Household Affairs, and Cao Minxue, the Minister of Rites, were the most knowledgeable and could not move at all.

They knew that the people they talked to were the Shangguan, Yuwen, Zhao, and Xue families, and they were just foils.

Moreover, everyone knew very well that the two ministers, Fu and Cao, were both members of the Yuwen family, so what Yuwen Hongru meant was what they meant, so just nod their heads.
Chapter completed!