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

"Hey, Lord Qin..." Amid the noise of the crowd, Qin Kui finally pushed everyone away and ran away quickly.

After the great ups and downs, Qin Kui was certainly relieved, but he still did not dare to be careless, nor did he think that everything was fine. Instead, another layer of solemnity arose in his heart.

He knew that even though Zhu Yunhuan had now publicly spoken out to protect him, the officials no longer dared to harbor their previous resentment and instead tried to curry favor with him.

But this is obviously just the surface situation.

But in fact he understood.

Everything I have now depends on Your Majesty. Your Majesty's trust and respect for me are the most important. I cannot become complacent as soon as I gain power and socialize with this person today and drink with that person tomorrow. A wise monarch will not like such a minister.

I have been following Zhu Yunhuan for such a long time.

He understands it very well.

How could the young emperor he served be some willful, submissive figure? He was more shrewd than any of the old men in the court! With His Majesty's unpredictable mind, decisive temper, and merciless tactics, if he failed to please him, he would be thrown into the abyss.

Not only that.

Among the court officials, there are many cunning people, some with big minds and some with small minds, it can be said that it is a mixed bag. In his current situation, if anyone finds any evidence against him, it will be like a building rising high and then collapsing!

It’s better to run away first and be a little more isolated.

After some weighing.

In fact, his best choice is only one: to become a completely loyal minister and cling to the emperor's thigh; at the same time, he must also be a lone minister, on the one hand to avoid being caught by others with some of his handles, and on the other hand, he must not let the emperor think that he has any arrogant or factional intentions.

Leave other colleagues aside.

Qin Kui stopped and sighed, subconsciously turning his head to glance in the direction of the Qianqing Palace. "Alas... How did I end up being a solitary official after attending the morning court? I'd much rather stay in the Ministry of Works peacefully, do my job well, collect my salary, and then retire to my hometown when I'm old enough... Alas... I was impulsive."

"The scenery now is real, but we have to be more cautious in the future."

Qin Kui muttered to himself with some worry, feeling quite regretful about his actions this morning. He still felt it was better to be safe.

After a pause, he shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, thinking to himself, "Fortunately, Your Majesty is a steady person with many ideas and plans. He does have the qualities of a wise and virtuous ruler. It's just that his actions are too unpredictable and difficult to predict. I wonder if this change will bring me good or bad luck..."

Qin Kui was lost in thought, feeling a little nervous.

After a moment, he took a deep breath to calm his mixed feelings, then continued heading towards the six ministries: "Forget it, forget it. Things will work out when the time comes. Don't be so impulsive next time. I'll go sign in first, and then grab the newspaper..."

Same as Qin Kui.

Among the court officials, unless they were really busy with work and could not leave, they basically reported for work at their respective offices and then left.

There was about an hour between the end of the morning court and the time when newspapers went on sale.

When the newspapers go on sale.

The court officials who had dispersed from the Fengtian Hall had basically gathered together with their small circles of people they were familiar with and friendly with.

Some would stay at home, while others would hang out in teahouses and taverns, listening to people reading newspapers, commenting, and observing the reactions of the people.

For example, at this moment, the Duke of Liang's Mansion is gathering a group of Huaixi nobles. After all, such a big thing happened in the morning court, and the newspaper is sold once every ten days.