Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

No need to doubt.

The first person to speak was of course the always arrogant and domineering Lan Yu.

At this moment, his face was no longer depressed and exhausted as before the morning court session. He was filled with pride and looked down upon the group of censors who had argued most fiercely with them, the Huaixi nobles.

Lan Yu broke the deadlock.

The other Huaixi nobles were not willing to lag behind, and those who had grudges took revenge, those who had grievances complained, and started the spitting mode:

"Hahahahaha! It's not that I don't want to! I just have nothing to say!"

"Every old face is almost broken, what else can you say?"

"He's still a civil servant, a loyal minister! He keeps making remonstrations every day, but his advice has yielded nothing!"

"..."

Over the past two or three months, the Huaixi nobles have developed a "deep hatred" with this group of censors, or perhaps it can be said that they have developed a "deep hatred" with all the civil servants in the court. As time has accumulated, this resentment has no effect on whether Zhu Yunhuan is incompetent or what is right or wrong - anyway, I will find an opportunity to win!

This kind of mentality is even more serious among these men who often fight and kill enemies on the battlefield than among ordinary people.

Now is the chance.

Soldiers are the most unethical people. They will take advantage of your illness to kill you.

Whereas in the past, many civil servants at least had a firm foothold and could stand on the moral high ground, they have now lost their greatest advantage in debate.

Today's quarrel.

Naturally, it could only end with a one-sided brawl among the Huaixi nobles. Even if the group headed by Lan Yu continued to spit, all other civil servants could only remain silent.

Intellectuals are the most concerned about face.

First there was Qin Kui, and then there were the Huaixi nobles who lacked martial ethics... All the court officials who had previously submitted memorials or seconded the proposals could not help but blush, with expressions of shame and embarrassment on their faces.

This was not just because he lost face after being humiliated by that group of soldiers.

More importantly, they have fully realized that His Majesty has indeed performed a "miracle" that benefits the Ming Dynasty and the people of the world.

Countless people in the world who should have died have been rescued from the gates of hell, and this benefit is not limited to this year. Cloth is not a consumable like food, but something that can be reused!

Did they really fight tooth and nail to remonstrate with the government, or actively support the proposal, all for the so-called "reputation as loyal ministers"? For the so-called "reputation for posterity"?

They are not like those people in later generations who have lived in peace for a long time and have been corrupted by money, fame and fortune to the point where nothing is left of their bones.

I have been trying my best to persuade them for the past two or three months. What I want more is, of course, that the Ming Dynasty will have a wise monarch, that the Ming Dynasty will not experience the wars and sufferings of the past, and that the people can live more peaceful lives.

Your Majesty did this silently.

At the same time, he also had to endure the storms and infamy that he shouldn't have to endure.

The key point is that they were the ones who caused all these storms and infamy... His Majesty, who did all this and endured the infamy, was still a child who had not even reached adulthood.

Being constantly reminded of this.

Anyone with a little bit of conscience cannot escape the condemnation of conscience. Maybe in the dream at night, they will sit up in shock, give themselves a big slap and curse angrily: I deserve to die!

"I am wrong!"

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!!!"

Yuan Tai, the Right Censor-in-Chief of the Procuratorate and the one who had made the most petitions, was the first to kneel down with a thud, banging his forehead heavily on the ground, and crying out in shame...

And Yuan Tai shouted loudly.

Just like a stone that caused a thousand ripples, all the court officials in the Fengtian Hall who had participated in the memorial and seconded the proposal suddenly knelt on the ground like a wave, "plop, plop", and the sound of kowtows came one after another.

"I am guilty! Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

"I, your humble servant, am blind and do not understand your Majesty's earnest efforts. Your Majesty has endured so much humiliation for the sake of the people of the Ming Dynasty, yet has only just spoken out today. Not only have we failed to achieve even the slightest bit of merit, but we have also followed the crowd and placed the blame on your Majesty."