Yan Xianzhi said, "I insist."
Zhang Fuzheng stood up, walked down from the teahouse, then stopped and looked back, "You did nothing, while I did everything. I beat you at every turn, in every way. I can't understand it, really can't understand it."
Yan Xianzhi laughed, "At this time in the Great Ming Dynasty, doing nothing can be a win. Taking action, on the contrary, is wrong and would lead to defeat."
"Is doing nothing the correct course?"
Zhang Fuzheng shook his head as he laughed heartily and turned around to descend the stairs.
Yan Xianzhi waited for a moment and walked to the window, looking down from above, he saw the driver open the carriage door, and Zhang Fuzheng bent down and went in.
The carriage started its journey, leaving the Western Capital.
This morning, Zhang Fuzheng's resignation letter was already submitted to the Cabinet.
