The censors were like facing a formidable enemy, each kneeling and making desperate pleas.
The main hall was filled with noise, as chaotic as a market.
Not only was Zhao Junyao suffering a headache, but even the military generals were also overwhelmed.
Heavens, how could this group of stubborn old men be silenced?
Zhao Junyao was pleased with the generals' frantic reactions.
He was secretly elated: Argue, keep on arguing?!
It was unclear how much time passed.
The generals couldn't bear it anymore and finally knelt down, crying tearfully.
"Emperor! The frontline is too dangerous, you cannot personally go to war!"
"The nation's major affairs should naturally be decided by the Emperor!"
"Whomever the Emperor favors, he may appoint; we are willing to obey!"
The others gradually came to their senses and also knelt down to plead.
Zhao Junyao was pleased with their reaction, feeling thoroughly relieved inside.
He didn't insist anymore, quickly conceding while the time was ripe.
