"Join the military? Are you trying to make me laugh? A genius of the Confucian Dao like him belongs in my Ministry of Personnel!"
"You old codger, Zeng Liangjiang possesses quite a talent for solving cases. Only in my Ministry of Justice can he fully display his vast learning."
"Heh, Minister Sun, your words are far too narrow-minded. It's truly laughable. Since ancient times, which quick-witted scholar hasn't excelled at solving cases? I believe the Ministry of Rites is the true place for Quan Fu to showcase his brilliance..."
"..."
As these voices rose and fell, the Fourth Prince, Wang Yuanhao, suddenly rolled his eyes in thought. His effeminate face shot a malicious glance at the little fatty Crown Prince. Then, he stood up with a solemn expression, shedding his usual lazy demeanor, and bowed deeply to Emperor Jianhong with a grave gaze.
