Zhou Shixiong's secret memorial had been rushed to the Imperial Palace.
Hua Shunming dismissed his attendants. After a while, he tapped his fingers against the desk in the Imperial Study, repeatedly exclaiming his approval.
This was what the soldiers of the Rong Dynasty should be like. If he really left the empire to be recklessly tossed about by those weak-kneed cowards, heaven knew how much frustration he, the Emperor, would have to suffer.
Now that military power was in the hands of his trusted confidants, these civil servants could at best show off their glib tongues in court. If it weren't for the fact that the entire imperial court needed to function, he wouldn't even bother wasting breath on them.
Thinking of those people, he suddenly sneered. "I really hope they still advocate for peace this time."
Opening the second memorial, Hua Shunming couldn't help but reach up to stroke his chin. The newly sprouted stubble was a bit prickly.
