"Is this lord speaking about you, sir?"
Sima Yao glanced at him: "Or are you speaking about yourself?"
No clear statement was made.
However, all the officials present understood.
This was a warning for the Beiliang Army to exercise restraint.
Factional strife.
Had begun once again.
Regardless of the era of prosperity or the fall of a nation, struggles in the court are endless.
Yet...
At this moment, in the court of the new dynasty, Beiliang had also become one of the factions, even if the White Robes did not benefit, they were also trying to secure interests for the Beiliang Army, for their own benefit.
"Lord Sima, what do you mean by that?!" Fu Kejin said in a deep voice, "I am entirely for the court, and I hope Lord Sima will not measure the heart of a gentleman with a petty mind!"
For a moment.
The two sides argued incessantly.
"Your Majesty, may I speak?"
Among the crowd of officials.
A young official wearing a scarlet robe, embroidered with a peacock, spoke up.
