It was dead silent beneath the Jinyu Pavilion. All the Confucians present sat there with ashen-white, stunned looks on their faces. They lost their ability to react and simply muttered to themselves.
The scholars who agreed to what was said but didn't insult anyone felt really fortunate. Within the Great Gan, one couldn't be convicted and punished for words, so those things that they said weren't wrong.
At most, if others found out about it, then it would be tough for them to continue in the future.
Those who actually said the words out felt dejected. It was like their energy was instantly sucked away.
The merchants and rich men were all really pumped up and joyous.
"Ruler, he really won…"