"The Emperor's words are at fault," Jiang Chongyu retorted, "The will of the people cannot be defied."
He Ying scoffed coldly, "I believe, My decision, cannot be defied even more so."
Jiang Chongyu wanted to say something—
A Ministry of Rites official beside him tugged at him and spoke out, "Mr. Jiang, as the Saint said, the pure will remain pure, and the impure will remain impure. How could the Empress, a lady of such noble birth, be compared to a female healer? Besides, that female healer comes from a place of filth yet has learned excellent medical skills, and is practicing medicine in Luozhou, leaving behind the reputation of being a brothel's famous doctor, she is not just anybody."
He had a round and plump face, with very fair skin and a ruddy complexion, looking the picture of affluence.
"Yes, indeed! Lord Huang is right!"
"Since ancient times, a hero's origins have never mattered. It should be the same for women."
