Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 859

A storm of opposition swept through the court.

“This is preposterous! If such a place is established, what will become of the principles of obedience and virtue?” one official shouted, his voice rising above the others.

“Indeed! This will only embolden women, making them disrespect their in–laws, stir up jealousy, and even cause chaos in the household,” another added vehemently.

“I don’t think this reflects your views, Your Highness. This is clearly Her Grace’s idea, right? To please her, His Highness is willing to sacrifice men’s dignity. How laughable!” came another scathing remark

Salvador sat on the throne, observing the uproar below He occasionally pursed his lips or let a small smile slip, but this was a true spectacle. Since Rafael returned from the Southern Frontier, praise for him had flowed like a river, while criticism was a rare bird.

He sighed inwardly.

Ah, Rafael was still too young. He had struck a nerve with the officials. If women had an escape route, how could they be controlled? Rafael thought he was winning the hearts of the people, but in doing so, he lost the support of the scholars.

This strategy was Rafael’s miscalculation.

but Salvador remained indifferent, only suggesting that they revisit the topic at the next court session. He hoped the situation would simmer and grow, with even more voices of

ensuring that the populace would be abuzz about it. If this initiative were to be realized, it needed to make a significant commotion so

of commotion would be perfect. By then, the entire capital would know about it. Plus, renovating the

take time. A month was just

t

would eventually relent, as he would feel pressure to comply with no

clasped behind his back. The officials who had just condemned him now fell silent, knowing better than to speak against him alone. If they were to criticize, it would be in a

sentiments of others, merely regurgitating their words. Deep down, however, Davis found himself in agreement–he truly

well–trained for two to three decades under the thumb of his wife, Hannah, he now found himself thinking from a woman’s perspective. It was a skill honed over years of marriage. If this initiative succeeded, Hannah would be overjoyed. When she was happy, harmony would reign in their household, leading to

be involved in such a

reflected on how, at her age, she had a knack for being in

over to the streets, where the citizens buzzed with discussion. The reaction was so explosive that it

his mind? They knew that if such a place for discarded

in support. Only a few–those who

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