Looking at Zhuge Gui's smiling face in the crowd, Yang Biao snorted coldly in his heart, then turned and left. At the same time, he made up his mind to use his talents and abilities to prove to the emperor that people from prominent families like himself were more worthy of the emperor's trust.
There are quite a few people who think like Yang Biao. They can’t stand seeing someone from a small clan who used to be so subservient to them now being put above them just because of a ranking.
For a time, a subtle opposition arose both in academic circles and in the imperial court: those from smaller clans wanted to advance further, while those from larger clans wanted to suppress them.
In the Deyang Palace, Zhong Yao, who was following Liu Hong, looked at Liu Hong, who was handling government affairs, with a hint of awe in his eyes.
Zhong Yao was more aware of the current power struggle between the major and minor aristocratic families than anyone else, and all of this was orchestrated by the Emperor. A mere ranking had caused the two sides to fight endlessly; such methods seemed beyond the capabilities of a twelve-year-old.
Therefore, Zhong Yao did not inform his family. He was now a close minister of the emperor and should be loyal to the emperor. He should not disrupt the emperor's plans for the sake of his family's interests.
Zhong Yao was a smart man. He knew that doing so would not only anger the emperor, but also cause him and his family to be neglected. He knew that there were too many people in the Han Dynasty who could replace the Zhong family. The only way to ensure the prosperity of his family was to rely closely on the emperor.
It's true that a prestigious family is a social class, but even within a social class, there are different levels. If you can be number one, who would want to be number two?
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