Chapter 410: Having Been Here, It Is Enough

Zhu Yijun was reading the *Overseas Barbarian State Records* of the Inca Kingdom. It had to be said that the Great Ming's information-gathering ability made Zhu Yijun look at it with new eyes. The specialties, population, industries, ports, etc., of the Inca King, or rather the Viceroyalty of Peru, were all written clearly and plainly in the barbarian state records.

The sources of information were very extensive. After mutual verification, they were provided to the Emperor for reference. It couldn't be said that they were very comprehensive, but they were all verified information.

The conversations of Western sailors—Western sailors were all big mouths. After pouring half a catty of "National Cellar" (liquor), they really knew everything and said everything. They would blurt out both true and false news. Every time three to five large sailing ships arrived at the port, there were over a thousand sailors. Their information had truth and falsehood, but it was enough for the Great Ming to get a fuzzy overview.

The Great Ming's sailors were the second source of information. Every time the Westerners arrived at the Great Ming, they had to buy a number of five-masted ocean-crossing ships. These ships needed sailors, needed to be supplemented from the Great Ming. The flourishing development of the Maritime Academy and the opening of the seas, as well as the bad situation of annexation, led to the Great Ming not lacking people willing to go to sea to fight. The main composition of the Great Ming's sea pirates was desperate people.

And the boatmen who were responsible for the intelligence work of these Great Ming sailors were the boatmen trained by the Maritime Academy.

The Great Ming Songjiang Maritime Academy was indeed a boatman training academy. Everyone was carefully selected. Celestial navigation, star observation, hydrology, geography, mathematics, foreign languages, etc., were professional talents cultivated by the Great Ming. To be more precise, they were all piled up with silver.

And every boatman was also a spy. When they were doing celestial navigation for Western ships, they would also secretly organize and summarize various information provided by the sailors. Finally, these pieces of information gathered in the Ministry of Rites and became the *Overseas Barbarian State Records* in Zhu Yijun's hands.

The Viceroyalty of Peru had a population of over 10 million. This number was very shocking. Even Japan only had 9 million people, and Annam only had 10 million. But Annam was not in the Bronze Age. Annam followed the Great Ming and had steadily entered the feudal era.

The Viceroyalty of Peru had such a huge population, but only bronze ware could be used. Blocking the mines blocked the development of civilization. This Inca Kingdom was a practical verification.

Zhu Yijun's comment of "can be used for reference" could be said to be cold and ruthless to the extreme. That is to say, the primary goal of the Great Ming's overseas development was mineral resources. After isolating mineral resources from the indigenous people, they would be trapped in an era forever and would never see the flash of civilization again.

Taking Japan as an example, once the Great Ming controlled all the silver mines in the Great Ming's hands, Japan would completely miss the opportunity for development.

Wan Shihe, as an Emperor Party member and a wall-grass, suddenly said before the Zhao Wenhua Hall court discussion that His Majesty was too cold and ruthless. That was what he was talking about.

But what could be done? The Emperor's teacher Zhang Juzheng also criticized His Majesty for having a "lenient heart."

"Your Majesty, Prince Lu is outside asking to see you." A small eunuch hurried to the Imperial Study, interrupting Zhu Yijun's thoughts.

"Proclaim him. This fellow has been lazy and scattered for a long time. Usually, he hides

"A beauty from the Myriad Nations died, hanged herself and passed away. The coroner has examined her; it was indeed a self-hanging," Feng Bao said with his head bowed.

Something happened at the Prince Lu's Mansion. In Feng Bao's view, it was just a small matter. People dying in this palace was too normal. Either they knew secrets they shouldn't have known, or they lost miserably in dog-fights. Feng Bao and Zhang Hong both climbed up this way.

"Your subject, the younger brother, pays respects to Your Majesty. May Your Majesty live ten thousand years in golden peace." Prince Lu, Zhu Yiliu, behaved with quite a bit of propriety.

Zhu Yijun sat up straight, straightened his collar, and said, "Prince Lu, dispense with the formalities. Sit. Today is your day of rest, why have you come to the Tonghe Palace to seek Us?"

This was truly rare. Prince Lu, Zhu Yiliu, was perfectly polite. Zhu Yijun rarely put on the airs of an emperor in front of his younger brother, but he did so now. The flavor of it came up as soon as he scratched it.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zhu Yiliu sat on a stool, bowed his head, and said, "Your Majesty, your subject, the younger brother, begs Your Majesty to bestow the art of governing subordinates."

"For what reason?" Zhu Yijun put away his playful mood. Since Zhu Yiliu had grown this big, apart from the beauty from the Myriad Nations, he rarely asked for anything.

"A maid died in the Prince Lu's Mansion, which has disturbed Your Majesty. Your Majesty, today it was a maid who died, tomorrow it will be your subject, the younger brother!" Zhu Yiliu explained his intention.

Zhu Yiliu was a very smart person. Empress Dowager Li had him grounded and made him continue to listen to government affairs at the imperial gate with the emperor. The Great Ming's opening of the seas was in full swing and very profitable. In the future, Zhu Yiliu's fief as Prince Lu would likely be overseas. If he couldn't even manage a Prince Lu's Mansion today, then in the future, when he went overseas, he was afraid he would be eaten clean by his subordinates and wouldn't even know how he died.

Zhu Yiliu really just wanted to muddle along and wait for death, but the national situation of the Great Ming required him to go overseas to establish a fief.

If he had a choice, Zhu Yiliu wanted to go to Guihua City, but he knew that he couldn't go to this place of the Northern Barbarians. If he went, His Majesty would not be able to sleep or eat in peace. The Great Ming already had the successful experience of the Jingnan Campaign.

Zhu Yijun understood what Zhu Yiliu was asking for, pondered for a moment, and said, "Prince Lu, I can teach you the Way of the Great Path."

"I won't learn it, I won't learn it! Your Majesty, your subject does not want to learn the Way of the Great Path. This Way of the Great Path is too bitter!" Zhu Yiliu's expression changed as soon as he heard this, and he waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Your subject's aptitude is dull, I cannot learn this Way of the Great Path."

Learn the Way of the Great Path and be a donkey in a mill like you, the emperor? What time is it now, and you, the emperor, are still in the Tonghe Palace's imperial study reviewing memorials and playing mind games with court officials.

Learning this Way of the Great Path must be a busy life. He, Zhu Yiliu, had no thoughts of pioneering, so why bother troubling himself?

Sometimes, Zhu Yiliu was also very desperate. When he was young, he had once had a little interest in the dragon chair, but facing the terrifying pressure of his imperial brother and the problems his imperial brother and Zhang Juzheng discussed, Zhu Yiliu was completely convinced. He was not that kind of material.

The Great Ming needed Zhang Juzheng, and even more so, it needed His Majesty.

"You only want to learn the art of governing subordinates? I am most proficient in the Way of the Great Path." Zhu Yijun did not want to give up. Just like Zhu Zaiyu refused to give up on training the emperor to learn music, Zhu Yijun's habit of being fond of being a teacher flared up immediately when Zhu Yiliu asked for advice. He really wanted to teach.

Zhu Yiliu nodded busily and said, "Your Majesty, your subject only wants to learn the art of governing subordinates!"

"Learning the art of governing subordinates, yet still putting on a fake act. Recover yourself. Aren't you tired of talking like this?" Zhu Yijun leaned back in his chair, and the emperor's airs he had been holding dissipated. The Way of the Great Path naturally had to be treated seriously.

"Brother, you don't know, I was almost scared to death! That palace maid was just hanging there on the roof beam, her tongue sticking out so long, hanging on the roof beam, turning and turning. I had nightmares yesterday, it was all that palace maid coming for my life!" Zhu Yiliu immediately broke his act and started wailing directly.

Zhu Yiliu had never seen a dead person. He hadn't reached adulthood yet, nor had he had his grand wedding. The Empress Dowager and the Emperor protected Zhu Yiliu very well.

Zhu Yijun was different. He was the emperor. From the moment he succeeded to the throne, he had to face these storms, so he had to go to the Meridian Gate to supervise executions, and even had to kill people himself.

"Stop wailing. You have nothing to do, why go look at a hanged ghost." Zhu Yijun patted the table, signaling Zhu Yiliu to restrain himself.

"Actually, there are several types of the art of governing subordinates. I will teach you from the beginning. This Prince Lu's Mansion and the imperial court are actually no different. They are all generally divided into three factions. The first faction is the most radical in doing things, the second faction is extremely conservative, and the third faction is silent." Zhu Yijun said with a smile, "Yiliu, you have been listening to government affairs at the imperial gate with me for so long, analyze it, which faction do the Zhe Party, Chu Party, and Jin Party belong to?"

Zhu Yiliu pondered for a moment and said, "The Zhe Party is undoubtedly the radical faction. Their memorials and opinions are always a bit more radical than the Master's. Their attitude toward the Northern Barbarians is to fight if they can, and they have the same thoughts about the overseas barbarians. How did the Grand Marshal put it? Only a dead Japanese pirate is a good Japanese pirate!"

"The Jin Party is the conservative faction. They actually hate change very much, because any change might affect their vested interests. Becoming larger would make them targets of the imperial court, and becoming weaker would damage their interests. Therefore, they are conservative in their actions, and maintaining the status quo is what they hope to see most."

"The Master is a bit of both, both radical and conservative. In many things, he seems a bit like he's looking after the head but not the tail, but I've watched for so long, and it's always the Master making the choice of which method is most beneficial to the Great Ming. Brother said it before, there is no perfect policy, only the relatively suitable policy that can be brought out at the moment."

"The Master's style seems like the neutral faction, but in fact, he is a pragmatic official, a practitioner of the Way of the Great Path, and does not belong to any faction."

"It's those silent people. For a government decree, they neither oppose nor support it, always looking ambiguous. This way is fine, that way is also fine. Seemingly following the crowd, these people are like the neutral faction."

"Hmm!" Zhu Yijun nodded continuously. This kid was very smart and clever, just naturally noble and unwilling to toil. Zhu Yijun asked with a smile, "Then what about Grand Minister Wan? Which faction does Wan Shihe belong to?"

Zhu Yiliu thought for a moment and said, "Grand Minister Wan is a mediator, he can talk to anyone. He belongs to the middleman."

"Indeed. Kid, learn the Way of the Great Path from me. You have this talent. I'll get you an identity, go to the border military for a few years of training, and then go to a place in Jiangnan where conflicts are intense to manage a county. How about that?" Zhu Yijun's eyes lit up. This kid must have been hiding his clumsiness on weekdays.

This skill of recognizing people was clearly qualified.

"Brother, do you want to listen to what you're saying? Go to the border military for training, and then go to the county hall to be a county magistrate?" Zhu Yiliu clenched his fists, his attitude very firm. It sounded terrifying. How busy would he have to be? Who would favor his beauty from the Myriad Nations!

Zhu Yijun said helplessly, "That's fine. As for the two words 'Hongyi' (Great Perseverance), you only have persistence for the beauty from the Myriad Nations. Tell me, among these three factions, which one do you think should be guarded against the most?"

"The radical faction?" Zhu Yiliu asked, stunned.

"If you don't hold back the radical faction, they can play themselves to death on their own, why guard against them?" Zhu Yijun shook his head and said.

Zhu Yiliu remembered the old incident where Tan Lun intended to behead the Third Lady in Xuanfu and start a war. This radical faction had always been radical in doing things, and they didn't need anyone to deal with them; they could play themselves to death.

"Then it's the conservative faction?" Zhu Yiliu asked again.

Zhu Yijun shook his head and said, "The conservative faction hates change the most. They wish this world would never change. If you don't want to reform and only want to muddle along and wait for death, they are the most reliable, because they have status if they want status, and resources if they want resources. As long as they ensure that no changes occur, they are the most stable."

"The conservative faction is also the one with the largest number of people."

"Is it the neutral faction?" Zhu Yiliu asked in surprise.

Zhu Yijun nodded and said, "It is the neutral faction. Yiliu, in the arena of fame and profit, are there really people who don't fight or grab? If they don't fight or grab, why enter this arena of fame and profit? What makes them look left and right? Is it a mentality of not competing with the world? No, it's weakness. It's weakness that makes them neutral. In the arena of fame and profit, in this world, there is no neutral faction at all. They are actually more dangerous than the radical faction, because they are more eager for change."

"Because only change provides opportunities."

"Speaking so dryly might be hard to understand. I'll give you an example: Xu Jie!"

Zhu Yiliu had been confused, but as soon as he heard the two words "Xu Jie," he understood completely. He immediately said, "I understand! As expected of my imperial brother, that's it! That's right! Xu Jie was neutral for twenty years, and once he was in power, he was simply extremely abominable!"

Zhu Yiliu immediately understood what should be feared the most. There was no such thing as a neutral faction; it was all because they didn't have enough strength to fight or grab, so they waited for opportunities. A dog that bites doesn't bark; they are as dangerous as a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows.

Zhu Yijun nodded and continued, "The first art I want to teach you is the art of balance. If you master this art, you can at least sleep soundly."

"The art of balance is the simplest. Remember these words: give power to the neutral, give benefits to the conservative, and give fame to the radical."

"Because the neutral are weak, they are neutral. They need power the most. Once they possess power, they will find others to exchange for benefits and fame. Slowly, the neutral people will become the appearance they once hated the most."

"The radical faction has the fewest people. They need more support, so you give them fame, let them gain support, and then they will head toward their own destruction."

"The conservative faction has the largest number of people, but they are also the foundation for you to muddle along and wait for death. Give them benefits, and your status will be more stable."

Zhu Yiliu pondered for a moment and immediately shook his head, saying, "That's not right. If it goes on like this, benefits will all be given to the conservative faction, won't everyone become the conservative faction? What kind of art of balance is this?"

Zhu Yiliu discovered a blind spot. Where was the balance in this? The conservative faction's strength was already strong enough, and they were still being given benefits; they would only become stronger and stronger.

Zhu Yijun said with a smile, "Hahaha, congratulations to my younger brother, you understand. You hate this kind of distribution, right? It's right to hate it. This is unfair, but where in this world is there anything fair? In fact, this is the root cause of annexation. Maintaining the stability of the upper-class rule is the first prerequisite for muddling along and waiting for death!"

"You want to learn the art of governing subordinates, you want to learn to muddle along and wait for death, and not learn the Way of the Great Path. In itself, this is a process of chronic death, it's just that the span of this annexation lasts two or three hundred years."

"They all chose to muddle along and wait for death, let the floodwaters rage after they die."

Zhu Yijun laughed and laughed, then stopped laughing. His expression became dejected, and he leaned back in his chair, his expression becoming uglier and uglier. Clearly, he was thinking of very unpleasant things. Zhang Juzheng was an outlier, and Zhu Yijun was also an outlier. The Great Ming's Way of the Great Path would inevitably come to an abrupt end after they left.

It really is a discouraging reality!

All efforts, in the end, are in vain. All efforts will be washed away, and then they will walk toward their predetermined fate.

A reform destined to fail, a futile struggle.

Zhu Yijun soon thought of Zhang Juzheng. Perhaps Zhang Juzheng had already known his inevitable ending, but he still resolutely embarked on this path. What is "Great Perseverance"? This is "Great Perseverance."

Zhu Yijun soon revealed a smile. He was not the kind of person who easily became discouraged. So what if it was destined to fail? Having come, that is already enough.

"This, this, this, this is truly an act to be despised!" Zhu Yiliu said fiercely, "If it is distributed like this, the benefits are all fixed! Stability is stable, but brother, can it be balanced so that the radicals can also get some benefits?"

"No." Zhu Yijun sat up straight, looked at Zhu Yiliu, and said quite definitively, "Your foundation for muddling along and waiting for death is the conservative faction. When you give benefits to the radical faction, the conservative faction will kill you. If once doesn't work, then twice; if twice doesn't work, then ten times."

"This..." Zhu Yiliu's young head finally had some system crashes.

Zhu Yijun continued, "To reform, it's not enough to just give benefits to the radical faction. That is a dead end. The radical faction itself will gradually perish in its radicalism. To reform, there is only the Way of the Great Path. Techniques cannot succeed. The Way of the Great Path is to reward and punish clearly. Giving to whom it should be given is too difficult."

"Alright, speaking of specific problems, the problem in your Prince Lu's Mansion is very simple. Because of your favoritism, certain people control both within three feet of you and outside three feet of you. You just need to separate the power. Discipline that confidant you rely on most, and hand over the 'within three feet' to someone else."

"Life will always find its own way to survive."

"Thank you, brother! I understand! Your subject, the younger brother, takes his leave. Imperial brother, continue to be busy!" Zhu Yiliu immediately understood the problem and left with a full harvest.

Zhu Yiliu favored the palace maid who woke him up. He woke up every day with that palace maid who possessed facial cleanser. Excessive favoritism led to her power being too great. She could oppress anyone, which was why problems arose in the palace.

Feng Bao was stunned on the spot. He felt inexplicably familiar. These things seemed familiar, because they happened to him. At this moment, Grand Attendant Feng immediately understood that His Majesty's art of governing subordinates was innate, not taught by others.

"Grand Attendant Feng, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Yijun asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, your subject just remembered my own arrogance back then. Fortunately, His Majesty felt that your subject was still a bit useful, able to borrow the tiger's might to bite officials outside the court, and spared your subject's life. Your subject still has lingering fears." Feng Bao had no intention of hiding it. Eight years had passed, but he remembered it vividly, and he dared not deceive His Majesty.

His Majesty is really not easy to fool.

Zhu Yijun smiled and said, "You saved your own life yourself."

When Zhang Hong led the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the guards to clear the Qianqing Palace, Feng Bao did not resist too much, but chose to accept this result. Even if he knocked his head until it was full of blood, he did not fail to treat the emperor as the emperor. Feng Bao saved himself. If he had really insisted on not letting go of the power within three feet of the emperor, Feng Bao's grave grass would be three feet high by now.

Zhu Yijun picked up the "Records of Overseas Barbarian States" in his hand, thinking about the two words "civilization."

To destroy a civilization, one must start from two angles, and they must proceed in parallel. One is the body, and the other is the spirit.

When the mines are controlled by colonists and the indigenous civilization cannot progress and develop, the body will be gradually weakened by exploitation, while the spirit, because the civilization cannot progress and develop, will gradually converge with the colonists. In the end, the civilization perishes, leaving only some ruins and remains, telling the traces of the past existence.

How unfortunate this is.

In the eighth year of Wanli, in the tenth month, the weather in late autumn suddenly warmed up for three days, and then a major temperature drop began immediately. Soon, a heavy snowstorm that spread across the northern provinces ran rampant, painting the entire Great Ming in white snow. Winter arrived as scheduled. A winter snow allowed the Imperial Observatory to breathe a sigh of relief; His Majesty did not need to go beg for snow this year.

Zhu Yijun held a hand warmer and arrived at the Zhao Wenhua Hall. After the monarch and subjects exchanged greetings, the court discussion began.

"Your subject, Ma Ziqiang, is ashamed of His Majesty's grace in summoning me." Ma Ziqiang was leaving. His body really couldn't hold up. Originally, seven days ago, he should have resigned and left the court. The sudden warmth and explosion of cold made him fall ill. Today, with the heavy snow, his body was slightly better, so he came to bid farewell.

"When I was young, I hated learning, my skills were not refined, and my virtue was not achieved. It really made the Grand Minister of Rites worry. I tried hard to persuade you to stay, but the Grand Minister's body is unwell and state affairs are heavy. After the Grand Minister leaves the court this time, you must take good care of your body. I will often send imperial physicians to visit." The books Zhu Yijun studied, "Direct Explanation of the Four Books," "Illustrated Mirror of Emperors," and "Comprehensive Mirror of History," were all printed by Ma Ziqiang. Moreover, from the time Zhu Yijun was established as the Crown Prince and began his studies, Ma Ziqiang had been a lecturer.

"Your subject kowtows and thanks His Majesty for his great grace." Ma Ziqiang performed the great ceremony again. He stood up and looked around the Zhao Wenhua Hall, quite reluctant, but his body could no longer support him to continue serving the Great Ming and being loyal to His Majesty.

Ma Ziqiang dragged his exhausted body away. Zhu Yijun specially arranged a carriage to see him off, which stopped outside the Zhao Wenhua Hall. The carriage was sealed with rubber strips, so the cold wind would not blow into the carriage.

"Master, I actually don't want the Grand Minister of Rites to leave the court. A person lives on a breath of spirit. I am really afraid that if this breath of spirit is gone, he will be gone." Zhu Yijun said with a solemn expression.

Zhang Juzheng pondered for a while and said, "Your Majesty, birth, aging, sickness, and death are the common feelings of people."

Guo Chaobin was also about to leave the court. After Wang Daokun returned to the capital, he would leave.

"Let's have the court discussion." Zhu Yijun looked outside the hall. When the carriage drove toward the Left Shunmen, he waved his hand, as if saying goodbye, and also as if letting Zhang Juzheng preside over the court discussion.

"Today, we will recommend the Minister of Rites." Zhang Juzheng sat up straight. The Minister of Rites manages the major events of the imperial examinations. In the early years of the dynasty, the Ministry of Rites was the head of the Six Ministries, until the Jiajing years, when the Minister of Personnel was called the Heavenly Official.

"Does the Master have a suitable candidate?" Zhu Yijun asked Zhang Juzheng before anyone else could speak. Ma Ziqiang was Zhang Juzheng's man. Zhu Yijun interrupted the court discussion and directly asked Zhang Juzheng, which was to keep the position of Minister of Rites for the Zhang Party. This was not a test; a test would be before the court discussion. Asking in front of everyone was expressing his stance.

They were all thousand-year-old foxes; everyone knew what the emperor meant.

It was very clear. No matter how outrageous the rumors outside were, His Majesty still regarded Zhang Juzheng as a pillar of the state, viewed him as an imperial teacher and Grand Tutor, and respected Zhang Juzheng's opinions very much on major personnel appointments.

"Your subject has no one to recommend." Zhang Juzheng hurriedly bowed his head and said.

Zhang Juzheng did not intend to recommend a candidate. He was gradually handing over power now, returning all the imperial power that had been overstepped. He had been doing this all along. He had made no preparations for the candidate for Minister of Rites.

"Pan Sheng, the second-place finisher in the twentieth year of Jiajing, compiler of the Great Ming Collected Statutes, and former Minister of Rites, is appointed Minister of Rites with the title of Junior Preceptor to the Crown Prince." Seeing that Zhang Juzheng refused to recommend, Zhu Yijun directly appointed a candidate.

Pan Sheng was Zhang Juzheng's teacher. The Minister of Rites was involved in the major event of rectifying the Great Ming's educational administration. In the thirty-fifth year of Jiajing, Pan Sheng was the Chancellor of the National University, but because he refused to write "green-paper" prayers for the Daoist emperor, he resigned and returned home. In the fourth year of Longqing, Pan Sheng became the Minister of Rites, and later, because his student Zhang Juzheng became the Chief Grand Secretary, he resigned again.

Pan Sheng had another identity: he was Feng Bao's teacher. He was the teacher when Feng Bao was studying in the Inner Book Room.

"Your subject recommends the Vice Minister of Rites, Yu Youding." Tan Lun recommended the mainstay of the Zhe Party, Yu Youding, a jinshi from the forty-first year of Jiajing, who was a pretty good candidate.

"Your subject recommends the Vice Minister of Justice, Xu Xuemo." Wang Chonggu also recommended someone. This person was a jinshi from the twenty-ninth year of Jiajing. Although he was from Nanjing, he was a Jin Party member. When Wang Chonggu was resisting the enemy in Xuanfu and Datong, Xu Xuemo was in charge of the Ministry of Personnel and other matters in Xuan-Da.

The three candidates were in a stalemate. Pan Sheng's identity was too special; he was both Zhang Juzheng's teacher and Feng Bao's teacher. If he returned to the court, the Zhang Party's power would be too inflated. Both the Jin Party and the Zhe Party opposed this candidate. Although Yu Youding had a reputation for virtue, his qualifications were still shallow, and he was afraid he could not convince the public.

Xu Xuemo seemed suitable in every aspect, but the only thing that was not suitable was that he was a Jin Party member. If Xu Xuemo really entered the Zhao Wenhua Hall, Wang Chonggu would have to give up the position of Minister of Justice. He didn't want to give it up, so his recommendation was not very forceful.

At the status of a Duke, who belongs to whom is a false proposition in itself.

Letting Wang Chonggu transfer real power to so-called "his own people" would be irresponsible to the Jin Party.

"Your subject recommends Wan Shihe." Hence Hai Rui looked around and chose to speak. If they continued to recommend like this, arguing and making noise was not a solution. Hence Hai Rui recommended the most suitable person.

Wan Shihe was on duty in the Ministry of Personnel, managing the affairs of the Ministry of Rites all day. It would be better to let Wan Shihe return to the Ministry of Rites.

"I think it's possible." Wang Chonggu immediately expressed his stance. He had no opinion. Anyway, if Xu Xuemo entered the court, everyone would oppose it. It would be better to go with the flow. Wan Shihe, as an Imperial Party member, could not be more suitable. The Ministry of Personnel was personally managed by Zhang Juzheng, so there would be no problems.

"I have no opinion." Tan Lun also just had the idea of trying it out. Yu Youding's qualifications were still shallow.

"What does Grand Minister Wan think?" Zhang Juzheng asked for Wan Shihe's thoughts. Everyone had their own people and their own plans. Arguing back and forth was not a solution.

Wan Shihe looked left and right, and said with a smile, "Then I will not decline?"

(End of this chapter)