"Xiao Yi, hand over the commander's seal!"
Yang Kun stepped forward, his face grim as he looked at Xiao Yi.
Immediately, more than a dozen civil and military officials followed suit, their gazes fixed intently on Xiao Yi.
The position of Commander-in-chief of the armed forces.
This was about their future prospects and even their lives; naturally, they could not just let it go.
Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes and assessed Yang Kun, saying indifferently, "The Emperor isn't in a hurry, yet the eunuch is frantic. His Majesty hasn't even spoken yet, and you are just merely a prince. When did it become your turn to call the shots here regarding the position of Commander-in-chief?"
Yang Kun's face turned red with shame and anger.
He was the distinguished Crown Prince, the one most likely to inherit the throne.
In the vast Great Qian Dynasty, how many would dare to speak to him in this manner?
However...