On such a foundation, with senior ministers like Wei Yiwen still around, the base of various political affairs wouldn't face significant turmoil. In the royal court, there gradually emerged praises of the saintly, but Jiang Yuan was not happy.
The piercing sound was clear and melodious, as Jiang Yuan held a bow and casually shot arrows at the royal martial arts ground. Beside him were his ministers and eunuchs, who, upon seeing him hit the target with each shot, loudly praised, "Good, excellent archery!"
"Your Majesty's divine prowess is unmatched!"
"Your Majesty's divine might!"
After a wave of flattery, Jiang Yuan threw down the bow, drank wine, and sighed solemnly, saying, "The king's majesty reaches this level, though satisfying, ultimately cannot be fully carefree."
Guanglu Doctor Guo Yanjun, understanding the implicit meaning, deliberately reacted with surprise:
