In truth, half a month ago, Zhao Youling had been secretly worried. He was not afraid that Yin Maochun, who had been dormant for many years, would amaze the world with a single brilliant feat. What he was afraid of was that Yin Maochun would continue to be suppressed in the Hanlin Academy. This meant that once someone completely fell from power, Yin Maochun would be destined to be the one with the greatest benefits. Now that the court had given him the Minister of Appointments and the Grand Secretary, Zhao Youling, who was familiar with the thoughts of the Emperor, could be at ease.
Slightly moistening his throat, Zhao Youling, who was in a good mood, twisted the lid of his teacup. Out of the corner of his eye, he casually sized up the new Minister of Revenue, Bai Guo. He had never seen this disappointing fellow as an enemy. Even though Bai Guo had a good reputation in the court, once one had climbed to their level, they only paid attention to four words: simplicity in the heart of the Emperor. As expected, Bai Guo had not been able to enter Tantanon's subordinate province, and he had not been able to obtain the position of First Minister of the Six Ministries. In the end, in this room, the most disappointed person was Yin Maochun. The second most disappointed person was our new Minister of Revenue. However, in Zhao Youling's view, Bai Guo, who did not have much of a foundation, should be satisfied to be able to obtain the position of Minister of Revenue.
Zhao Youling raised his eyelids and just happened to see the bearded young Third Minister Jin looking over. Zhao Youling's face was expressionless. The newly appointed Left Assistant Minister of Rites, Jin Lanting, hurriedly smiled in greeting. Zhao Youling did not pay him any attention. He turned around and put down his teacup, laughing coldly in his heart. Did a "lucky fellow" who had relied on crooked methods to barely make it to the center of the dynasty really think he could last forever? In the court, one was not afraid of the battles between gentlemen, or even between factions. However, the greatest taboo was to make enemies everywhere because of personal grudges. Coming from a small, unknown noble family in Beiliang, in just a few short years, he had angered Huan Wen and Yao Baifeng. Even if he managed to use his influence to take down someone, could he, Jin Lanting, clean up the mess afterwards?
Other than Jin Lanting, who was attending such a high-level court meeting for the first time, there was another official who was even more unfamiliar to Great Peace City than Jin Lanting. That was Xu Gong of the Gumu family of Gangnam-do. As the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of War, he was still a famous general even though he had missed the Spring and Autumn War. At this moment, he was sitting upright beside his superior, Lu Baijie. His eyes were focused on his nose, his nose was focused on his heart, and his expression was firm and rigid. Compared to the elegant bearing of the Tangxi Sword Immortal Lu Shangshu, Xu Gong was more like a military general on the battlefield. His body was tall and sturdy, and his appearance was rough. His ascension this time was the most confusing of all the officials who had changed positions. Logically speaking, Xu Gong did not have any great achievements, nor was he Gu Jiantang's direct line of command. He did not have any big tree in the court that he could rely on, so he should not have been included in the Jingdou court. But this time, he had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and then was quickly expelled from the capital. This made Xu Gong seem even more like a joke.
The court meeting only came to an end at dusk. The Minister of Works and the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Justice, both in their sixties, could not hide their fatigue.
Crown Prince Zhao Zhuan ordered the Ceremony Directorate to have the Imperial Kitchen send over some food. During this time, all the officials could find time to rest or walk out of their rooms to get some air.
Huan Wen was an important official with sufficient experience, reputation, and achievements. Naturally, he would not be as reserved and uneasy as the Assistant Ministers of the Six Ministries. He was the first to leave the room.
Crown Prince Zhao Zhuan quickly rose and walked out quickly. He called out to Tantanon with a smile, and then they walked out together.
This scene, in the eyes of those who paid attention, could not help but cause their imaginations to run wild.
Jin Lanting sat in his seat without moving. He also did not take the initiative to exchange pleasantries with any of the seniors in the room. He seemed particularly lonely.
In the corridor outside the room, Huan Wen smiled and asked, "What matter does Your Highness have?"
There was no one around. The Crown Prince blinked and secretly made a gesture of raising his cup to drink.
Huan Wen was not polite. He chuckled and said, "That would be great."
The two of them walked to a distant side room. Behind them was the Head Eunuch of the Ceremony Directorate, Song Tanglu.
The Crown Prince hesitated and then said, "The position of the Right Chancellor of the Imperial College is temporarily vacant. Master Yao has not recommended anyone for the position. Does Tantanon have any suggestions?"
Huan Wen was stunned.
Crown Prince Zhao Zhuan smiled and did not speak.
Huan Wen also smiled and did not hesitate. He said straightforwardly, "There is no candidate for the Right Chancellor of the Imperial College. The province under my tutelage is lacking a satisfactory assistant official. Coincidentally, I can take this opportunity to ask for someone from Your Highness."
Zhao Zhuan furrowed his brows and asked quietly, "Could it be?"
Although the Crown Prince did not say a name, Tantanon had already nodded.
Both sides were well aware.
It was Chen Shaobao, Chen Wang of the Diligent Department.
He was born a poor scholar and had achieved Jinshi. He did not make it into the top three, but he was barely qualified to enter the Hanlin Academy and become a noble servant.
He then served as the personal attendant of the Son of Heaven. Later, he was briefly a lecturer in the Eastern Palace and a doctor in the Meritorious Service Department. Noble was noble, but his official position was not high.
"Junior Guardian" could only be considered a title bestowed by the Son of Heaven.
But if Chen Wang could go to the Menxia Province and become Huan Wen's right-hand man, then it would not make sense if he did not have a high third-rank official.
It was even possible for him to be a second-rank official.
In this way, the popular Jin Lanting in Great Peace City would pale in comparison.
Huan Wen suddenly slapped his head and said, "The candidate for the Right Chancellor of the Imperial College, I have thought of a very unsuitable candidate."
The Crown Prince couldn't help but smile. He said helplessly, "Tantanon, your words …"
Huan Wen laughed loudly and didn't say anything else.
But once again, both sides were well aware that the two official positions had been decided before the wine was even drunk.
One was Chen Wang, going to the Menxia Province.
The other was Sun Yin, going to the Imperial College.
They both seemed to come from Beiliang.
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