The Emperor sighed heavily. He had personally chosen Yang Xiaowen simply for the sake of Liuliu and her husband. Yet now, this student was throwing all his plans into disarray. Looking down at the crowd of high-ranking ministers, his heart burned with annoyance towards Chen Qian. Could he really punish Yang Xiaowen? Doing so would be disregarding the face of Liuliu and her husband. Did a scholar who succeeded only in academics surpass the contributions made by Liuliu and her husband to the Tian Dynasty?
Even a single accomplishment like cement had netted him a profit of over a million Silver, not to mention the money saved through skipping the rice glue. This year, wartime expenses had not been a concern. How much cement had he sold to the Wu Country? Or the Qi Country? Even the Yan Country was eagerly looking forward to obtaining some.
