After the two left, a clamor of discussion immediately arose in the Golden Palace, as noisy and chaotic as a boiling pot.
Especially those ministers who had spoken recklessly about King Jinrui Zhao a few days ago, their faces were now as gloomy as the sky before a storm, with dark clouds covering the sky.
His eyes were filled with resentment and discontent, yet he dared not speak out, and could only suppress his anger in his heart, like a trapped beast with its mouth and nose covered.
The Emperor sat high on his dragon throne, taking in the reactions of his ministers. A barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of his lips, a sneer as cold and piercing as the winter wind.
His voice was deep and authoritative as he asked, "My esteemed ministers, do you have any objections to this?"
The murmurs that had been rising and falling like boiling water were gradually silenced by an invisible hand under the Emperor's majestic gaze, which was as cold as a star.
In the end, only a faint and intermittent echo remained, like a candle flame struggling to survive under the pressure of a strong wind, flickering and about to go out.
Most of the ministers lowered their heads and held their breath, secretly weighing their options.
In recent days, everything that King Jinrui Zhao has presented to the court has been of great benefit to the country and its people, and each and every one of them demonstrates his loyalty to the emperor and his love for the country.
Based on these solid achievements, he was more than qualified to be granted the title of a king of a different surname; in fact, it was well-deserved and there was nothing wrong with it.
Several senior officials turned slightly to the side, whispering among themselves, revealing a hint of emotion.
They all believed that, given King Jinrui Zhao's virtue and contributions, it was already somewhat late to bestow the title of king upon him now.
Just like the flowers in spring, which should have bloomed on the branches long ago, but were delayed for some reason, they are still dazzlingly beautiful even though they are late.
However, those ministers who had previously made unwarranted criticisms of King Jinrui Zhao behind his back were now filled with resentment, like ants on a hot pan, their hearts filled with anxiety and indignation.
They exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing a struggle and desperation, like drowning people desperately grasping at the last straw.
Zhu Shiyan, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, took the first step. His body trembled slightly, and his court robes, which symbolized his status, swayed gently, revealing his inner unease.
As he bowed in greeting, his forehead struck the cold, hard gold brick floor with a dull thud. He then forced himself to calm down.
He loudly proclaimed, "Your Majesty, I have a dissent."
The Emperor sat upright on the dragon throne, a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashing in his eyes, like starlight hidden behind the clouds in a cold night, carrying a chilling and intimidating power.
Yet his face remained impassively calm, like a still lake.
He raised an eyebrow slightly and asked unhurriedly, "Oh? Does Minister Zhu have any objections? Tell me."
Zhu Shiyan straightened his back, swallowed hard, and tried to relieve the dryness in his throat by clearing his throat.
The voice echoed for a long time in the vast and empty hall, as if striking a dull evening drum: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, but I believe that the time is not yet right for Qin Qianluo to be granted the title of king, and it would be difficult for her to convince the people."
Qin Qianluo is only twelve years old and has already been granted the title of Princess. Her life experience is still limited, and she lacks insight and experience in matters of state and the hardships of the people.
The act of bestowing a title of kingship concerns the imperial system and the prestige of the rank, and should be granted to those who are virtuous, respected, meritorious, and mature.
Qin Qianluo is young and has not yet experienced the trials of time and affairs. Suddenly being granted the title of prince may cause doubts among the court officials and is not conducive to the stability and balance of the court.
Furthermore, the promotion of noble titles should be carried out step by step, in accordance with ancestral rules and conventions, so as to demonstrate His Majesty's fairness and impartiality in bestowing titles and to win the hearts and minds of the people.
Therefore, I dare to offer my humble opinion that it is far too hasty for Qin Qianluo to be granted the title of king at this time.
"I urge Your Majesty to reconsider your decision carefully, so as to ensure the solemnity and dignity of the bestowal of titles and honors in our dynasty, and to solidify the foundation of our nation."
The Emperor stared coldly at the person below the throne, his heart already filled with sneers.
Lin Fu stood aside, looking at his subordinate with a face full of horror, thinking to himself: Has Zhu Shiyan gone mad?
Calling King Jinrui Zhao by his given name is already extremely disrespectful, but this action completely erases King Jinrui Zhao's previous illustrious achievements and treats her like an ignorant child.
Lin Fu stole a glance at the Emperor's face and saw that the Emperor's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, with dark clouds covering the sky. He secretly thought that something was wrong.
Knowing that Zhu Shiyan's official position was likely in jeopardy, and that his position as Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice was probably the end of his career.
The Emperor slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp and penetrating, like the all-seeing light of the sun, as he swept his gaze over the assembled princes.
His voice was cold and hard, as if squeezed out from between his teeth: "Does anyone else have any objections?"
The sound was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.
Six more people stepped forward hesitantly. Their faces were as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and their eyes flickered uncertainly. They dared not look the emperor in the eye.
His legs trembled slightly, as if he could hardly bear the heavy atmosphere.
Upon seeing this, the Emperor understood that these people who had stepped forward were the very ones who had previously made unfounded accusations behind his back.
He glanced at Su Jinyun without making a sound, and nodded slightly. This was something he had arranged with Su Jinyun in advance last night.
Su Jinyun glanced at the seven people with her beautiful eyes, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.
That smile was like a winter plum blossom, carrying a hint of coldness and disdain, and like a drawn sword, revealing a chilling sharpness.
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