It would stir up the nobles’ tense emotions, leading them to believe that either betrayal had occurred or someone had been imprisoned.
In short, with Joseph V’s false accusation of Murphy for attempted assassination, the knightly grace and credibility long held sacred by the higher society of the Galaxy Empire had now vanished completely.
"Marshal, give us a straight answer, what do you intend to do? To put it more bluntly, where do you stand?"
The last vestige of warmth was torn away, revealing the most straightforward and brutal reality underneath.
The nobles were demanding the Marshal to pick sides.
This was tantamount to the dignity of the Imperial Marshal himself being obliterated at that moment, and it should be known that this man was the most powerful in the Galaxy Empire, second only to the Emperor.
He who commanded the nine major cosmic fleets, no one dared to show even the slightest offense.
Even the Guardian Dukes wouldn’t dare such insolence.
But now, no one cared.
Fu Xing leaned back in his chair, his slender fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, his handsome face seemed to be covered by a layer of frost, and his eyes were cold and terrifying.
He had completely lost faith in the Old Marshal.
The root of the Galaxy Empire’s calamity began with a court coup ten years earlier. There had been a chance to mend the rift, but the Old Marshal...
Could he blame the Old Marshal?
It seemed that he couldn’t.
Throughout the two thousand years of the Galaxy Empire’s history, every Marshal had come from one of the Seven Guardian Families.
He was a compromise between Joseph V and the nobles during their political struggle.
But still, the Old Marshal was remarkably meritorious, diligently loyal to the Empire, and respected by all for his contributions.
Yet, his origin inevitably meant that his stance would never align with that of the Seven Guardian Dukes.
When it came to court coups and political gambits, his background’s shortcomings were exposed, and none of it was his fault.
It was the fault of others.
And so, a man who had earned everyone’s respect, who had devoted everything to the Empire, became one of the butchers of division within the Empire.
Fu Xing painfully closed his eyes.
"You just need to tell us where you stand."
The Old Marshal’s eyes were filled with anguish and difficulty.
Others understood as well and began to stand up.
Fu Xing fastened the top two buttons of his military uniform and stood up to salute the Old Marshal, "You have never fully understood the power you hold in your hands nor the significance of your position."
"You have shattered the honor that belongs to the Marshal of the Galaxy Empire to worthlessness."
"Under normal circumstances, for pressing you to pick a side, you should have killed me immediately."
Several others bowed once more before leaving in succession.
The aide-de-camp waiting outside saw them exiting so soon and involuntarily revealed an anxious look— it wasn’t time yet! Why had they come out so quickly? Their mission from His Majesty would fail upon their immediate appearance.
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But as soon as he raised his hand, he found himself unable to move; the directive, pre-drafted in the name of the Imperial Marshal, simply couldn’t be sent out no matter what.
Fu Xing’s eyes glinted coldly as he pointed at the aide-de-camp, "Are you betraying the Marshal?"
The aide-de-camp couldn’t speak and could only deny it with his eyes.
"Then what do you intend to do?"
The aide-de-camp’s face instantly turned a mix of pale and green.
His current behavior constituted a direct violation of military law, the gravest form of treason, which required an appearance before the Military Court.
"Ah!" Xia Zeming couldn’t help but shake his head, thoroughly disheartened.