The realm answers to me. Who dares defy?

Bai Dingshan.

A high-ranking Celestial Master of Great Yan, titled “Qing Lei Bo,” Jingzhe’s martial uncle.

He was an expert, but belonged to the Ministry of Rites, relegated to a small position as a mere Vice Minister, seemingly unremarkable.

He possessed extreme strength. It was said that his Celestial Lightning could flatten at least one of the seventeen peaks of Mount Shangshu.

With him leading the team in Shangshu, he would be enough to suppress the Sui aspects of Nian, Xi, and Ling.

Seeing that the Emperor, sitting on the throne, had pointed him out, he was very surprised.

How much could a group of Jiang Qi water bandits accomplish?

The Grand Commandant was not ignorant of military matters, and the army of Great Yan was not made of mud.

If they had not been able to handle this matter for more than a decade, there must be a trick to it.

The conflict between the Grand Tutor and the Grand Commandant was deep in the court.

This so-called bandit suppression might not be so simple.

He didn’t want to get involved in the struggle between the Grand Commandant and the Grand Tutor.

“Your Majesty, please reconsider. I am an official of the Ministry of Rites and know nothing of military matters!”

After thinking, Bai Dingshan hurriedly bowed.

Good!

Great!

What a phrase “know nothing of military matters!” Yan Shou was overjoyed.

If you knew military matters, I wouldn’t let you go.

What I want is someone like you who knows nothing of military matters to fight!

Fatuous ruler, fatuous and incompetent ruler. What is fatuous and incompetent?

Clearly knowing nothing of military matters, yet insisting on intervening in the suppression of rebels, not only replacing the commander on the eve of battle, but also sending a civil official who knew nothing of military matters.

From time to time, he would also carry out micromanagement.

A fatuous ruler!

At this time, from the military general ranks, Zuo Zongyu, the General of the Left Army, also stepped forward and said, “Vice Minister Bai is a civil official and knows nothing of military matters, yet he is solely in charge of an army.

If Your Majesty insists on replacing the commander, I request to lead the army to assist the Grand Commandant.”

Zuo Zongyu, the younger brother of Zuo Xuanliao, the General Who Pacifies Liao.

The Zuo family had been loyal for generations, and he himself was a veteran in the army with considerable prestige.

Unlike Zuo Xuanliao, who was a member of the Grand Tutor’s faction, he was a member of the Grand Commandant’s faction.

Yan Shou nodded.

He knew Zuo Xuanliao. He was stationed at Jade Gate and had been on the battlefield for a long time. He was a veteran with outstanding military achievements.

Although there was no record of this Zuo Zongyu, he wouldn’t be too bad. With him opposing, could the “Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites” he had chosen win the battle?

Actually, it wasn’t that Yan Shou misjudged, but that there were too few records about Bai Dingshan, without a very specific image.

He had attended court a handful of times in three years.

Under deliberate slacking, he hadn’t even recognized all the officials of the six ministries.

“What if he doesn’t know military matters? If I say he can, he can. If I say he can’t, he can’t even if he can.”

“Today, everything is in my hands. If I want it, who dares to disobey?”

“Minister Bai is refined, but he has a stern aura between his eyebrows and a purple aura soaring above his head. He is a rare military talent, sure to succeed in suppressing the bandits.”

The ministers present carefully looked at Bai Dingshan, who also looked puzzled.

How did His Majesty see that?

But it was true. The Bai Dingshan lineage were all Qilin, and there wasn’t one who didn’t have a stern aura between their eyebrows.

“But…”

Could it be that the True Dragon could really see things that ordinary people couldn’t see?

Seeing that there were still people who wanted to advise him, Yan Shou stood up directly.

“My mind is made up. There is no need to say more. Send the hundred new guards I have recruited to accompany Minister Bai to Jiang Qi. They will surely defeat the bandits.”

Yan Shou’s plan was well laid out.

The hundred guards were naturally selected from the three hundred prepared Imperial Guards who had undergone special training.

Although they were still somewhat lacking in terms of mentality, they had learned 80% of the domineering aura he had cultivated. This arrogant style would surely bring him notoriety when they traveled around.

After that, although the ministers had objections, they did not continue to dwell on it.

In Great Yan, it was true that there was no fixed nobility.

It was common to see commoners rise to the top. Fortune tellers were also very popular.

Not to mention, in the world view of Great Yan, things like purple aura and immortals really existed.

It was a pity that he should have made up a more ridiculous reason to make the ministers continue to refute him.

Why didn’t they argue and refute what he said? This made many of Yan Shou’s drafts useless, and he felt depressed.

…

What about the censors?

His near-flirtatious poems must have been spread, right? Didn’t anyone scold me for being lustful and for not doing my job?

He had to remind them.

Yan Shou said, “Because of the incense offering and poem writing during the sacrifice, I saw that the officiating priestess had a beautiful face, unparalleled in the world.

I haven’t seen her for a few days, and I feel listless. I want to bring her into the harem. What do you think?”

So that’s what it was about.

The Grand Tutor, as always, stepped forward and praised him endlessly. The other ministers were not to be outdone. The officials of the Ministry of Rites quickly joined in, blowing him up one after another.

They finally had an emperor. They couldn’t let him want to abdicate.

In short, they thought the poem was very well written, and they didn’t have any dissatisfaction, but if there weren’t any suitable ones, the selection of concubines could be postponed.

Yan Shou felt annoyed.

Seeing that Yan Shou seemed to be dissatisfied, the Grand Tutor was puzzled. Did this new ruler feel that they hadn’t understood the deeper meaning of the poem?

After thinking about it, he decided to give this new ruler some confidence and help him cultivate some prestige. He immediately stepped forward and said, “Your Majesty is wise!”

Yan Shou remembered very clearly that the Grand Tutor was for the people and the country, and was essentially an upright old man. Why did you start with “Your Majesty is wise,” which was the last thing I wanted to hear?

Wait…

Yan Shou increasingly felt that something was wrong.

What kind of loyal and straightforward advice would a powerful minister give?

And flattering wasn’t something you were good at, old man, right?

“The Great Ancestor was wise and martial, working hard to govern…”

At first, Yan Shou didn’t feel anything, but as the Grand Tutor continued to speak, he understood what was going on.

However, the Grand Tutor was not talking about the True Dragon who unified the hundred tribes, but about his queen who standardized the writing.

After hearing this, Yan Shou knew that he was half-dead.

He had completely ignored the origin of the hundred tribes of Great Yan, and the status of the True Dragon’s wife was extraordinary.

The True Dragon’s wife, his queen, created the prototype of the Yan language and writing, preserved the spark of the nascent Great Yan, and allowed the culture of Great Yan to be passed down to this day.

To put it more bluntly, that Empress Yan was about the same significance to Great Yan as Fu Hao to Great Shang.

She was a true mother of the world.

Yan Shou never expected that his ancestor would snipe him in this regard.

Not to mention Yan Shou, who was almost paralyzed, the ministers knelt on the ground again and shouted in unison.

After getting the Grand Tutor’s reminder, the ministers realized that was it just a poem?

No.

It was using people as metaphors for people, a praise for the ancestors, a sincere praise from a descendant to his grandmother.

Children missed their elders, which was very normal. One poem was better than ten thousand sacrifices!

Not only did he praise his ancestors with poetry, expressing good wishes, but he also saved a lot of money and materials used for sacrifices. How could its deep meaning not make people admire him?

Now, the ministers, who had originally had objections to Yan Shou’s appointment of generals based on their appearance, no longer thought much about it.

But more importantly, the ministers did not dare to express or say it openly.

That was probably because the new ruler was complaining to his grandmother.

“Grandmother, look, someone is bullying your grandson, making him feel depressed and unable to eat. It’s been so long, and there hasn’t been a single concubine in the harem. This unfilial son is ashamed of his ancestors!”

Of course, it was also possible that this new ruler had taken a fancy to that Shu.

The Grand Tutor had defined the nature of this poem, and Yan Shou couldn’t do anything about it.

What could he say?

Now, the court only knew the Grand Tutor and didn’t know him, this new ruler, and he was also very helpless.

After thinking about it, he found a blind spot.

There were no palace maids or concubines in the palace.

Yan Shou suddenly woke up and realized that this was a very good opportunity to earn Fatuity Value.