Prime Minister Wang's expression was fluctuating unpredictably, torn between the anger of lashing out with raised hackles and scolding his son fiercely.
Wang Jin, clearly the person who understood his father the best in this world, softened his tone after some bickering: "We've reached this point now. Being able to retire peacefully, repair a hundred miles of riverbanks, and exchange for a hereditary Duke title, what's wrong with that?"
"There's a big bunch of envious ministers in the court, and the Emperor doesn't even care. It shows that this favor is reserved for Father."
"It would be wise for Father to submit a memorial tomorrow to earn a reputation for being in harmony with the monarch. Isn't that the best deal? Does Father really want to wait until the Emperor loses patience and draws out his spear?"
"The Grand Empress Dowager was formidable all her life; what is her current situation now?"
