Thinking of Pei Yanci, Ning Chenyi couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his temples, a look of helplessness and headache appearing on his face, as if the gentle rubbing could relieve the vexation in his heart.
This newly appointed Right Chancellor seems to be a carbon copy of his predecessor, Duke Qin, perfectly inheriting Duke Qin's talkative and argumentative nature, and is even more outstanding than his predecessor.
Moreover, like Duke Qin, he was always at odds with Su Jinyun in the imperial court.
The two men's political views were like two parallel lines that would never intersect, forever going in opposite directions and clashing fiercely in the court.
Previously, when Duke Qin served as Right Chancellor, Su Jinyun considered his advanced age, profound experience, and high prestige in the court.
They will also be considerate of past relationships and give way a little to prevent the argument from becoming too heated and damaging the harmony.
But now that it's the young, vigorous, and stubborn Pei Yanci, Su Jinyun refuses to back down an inch, standing firm like a towering mountain.
Pei Yanci was also stubborn; once he started arguing with Su Jinyun in court, he would not back down an inch.
Like a stubborn bull, it insists on finding out right from wrong and black from white, even if it means getting hurt and bleeding, it will never turn back.
As a result, Emperor Ning Chenyi suffered the consequences, often being dragged into the vortex of debate by these two ministers and becoming the focus of their arguments.
Every now and then, in the imperial court, in front of all the civil and military officials, they would all turn their gazes toward Ning Chenyi.
Those gazes were like sharp arrows, fixed on him, demanding that he state his opinion and whose viewpoint he agreed with, as if his answer would be the final verdict in this debate.
He was a dignified emperor, revered by all people, and his power shook the world. He could command a hundred responses with a single call.
At this moment, he was made quite embarrassed by these two ministers who were arguing heatedly in the court, neither of them willing to give in, and even on the verge of drawing their swords. He was quite frightened.
It was as if he was no longer the high and mighty monarch, but a pitiful person caught in the middle.
Not only that, he also had to carefully navigate between the two, appeasing both of them and racking his brains to find a balance between them.
It was like walking on a tightrope, every step was taken with trepidation, and the slightest carelessness could trigger a bigger dispute, causing the court to lose control and fall into chaos.
Alas, who can truly understand the unspeakable bitterness and helplessness in his heart?
The bitterness of being the emperor yet caught in the middle among his subjects is like a cup of strong tea, with a sweet aftertaste amidst the bitterness.
But more than anything, there was a bitter taste that lingered in my heart, impossible to shake off.
The Emperor's thoughts were as deep as an abyss, in this fleeting yet seemingly endless silence.
A grand scroll of political intrigue seemed to unfold in my mind, with countless thoughts surging and colliding fiercely deep within my heart like turbulent undercurrents.
However, this brief silence was like a heavy and oppressive haze, casting a deep shadow over Pan Wei's anxious heart.
His eyes were fixed on the emperor's expressionless face, as if trying to find the slightest clue to his emotions in that cold expression.
Every passing second felt like a sharp carving knife, cutting into his already taut nerves and etching fear and unease deep into his very bones.
Seeing that the emperor remained silent for a long time, his calm expression was like a deep, cold pool that had never thawed in a thousand years, making it impossible to fathom his thoughts.
Pan Wei became increasingly convinced that he had probably committed an unforgivable mistake and thoroughly angered Emperor Chengxiao.
At this moment, the fear in his heart was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, running rampant across the desolate plains of his mind.
All sorts of terrifying thoughts, like menacing ghosts, surged forth from the darkest corners of my heart.
He even began to involuntarily imagine all sorts of gruesome ways he might die, with bloody and cruel images flashing through his mind.
It was as if the endless abyss of darkness had quietly opened its bloody maw beneath his feet, ready to devour him mercilessly.
Just as Pan Wei was about to be completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming fear in his heart, his legs went weak as if he had lost all his strength in an instant.
With his knees slightly bent and his whole body swaying precariously, he was about to kneel down heavily with a "thud" to admit his mistake and express his deep remorse and fear.
Ning Chenyi finally snapped out of his deep, bewildering thoughts.
He quickly and carefully considered the matter that Pan Wei had just raised.
After all, Chengxiao's current prosperity and strength are just like the blazing sun that shines brightly on the earth.
It radiates dazzling light in this vast and boundless world, displaying unparalleled power.
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