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Chapter 565 - 269: Not Bitter (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_2
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"You all should recognize me, and today I have come to know you all as well."
"With today’s meeting, I, Yang Erlang, consider myself acquainted with everyone here."
"I am still young, in good health, and my martial skills are decent. I have never committed any atrocities in my life, so I believe my life will be long, longer than any of yours."
"From now on, even when I am sleeping, I will keep one eye open, watching over all of you, your children, and your descendants."
"If I ever find out that anyone dares to use the people of this world as pawns again, they will die without a complete corpse, their lineage will be cut off, and their name will be despised for thousands of years..."
"You should know, I, Yang Erlang, never brag."
"As for the issue of rising grain prices, I am giving you all half a month’s time."
"If you sort out the price of grain, I will let you off."
"If you can’t sort out the price of grain, I will sort you out."
"Don’t even think about resigning..."
"This mess was made by you all, and until you have fixed this mess, none of you can escape."
"As for whether you stay or leave after the grain prices return to normal, please feel free to decide."
Having said that, he picked up the Cold Moon Saber and strode towards the exit of the Golden Luang Hall.
His steps were not heavy, yet it seemed as if each one landed on the hearts of the officials...
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Long after Yang Ge had left, silence still pervaded the Golden Luang Hall.
"His Majesty has arrived!"
Suddenly, a high-pitched and respectful voice came from behind the screen of the dragon throne.
The officials, listless, lifted the hems of their robes and knelt down to pay their respects: "We welcome His Majesty, may the Emperor live forever, forever and ever."
Zhao Hong walked up to the dragon throne with his head held high and chest out, casting a glance over the sparse figures in the hall. The corner of his eye twitched slightly, but then he spoke with a calm expression, "All ministers, please rise."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The ministers slowly rose, some counting the yellow tiles overhead, others the golden bricks beneath their feet.
Few were looking at Zhao Hong on the dragon throne.
Zhao Hong didn’t get angry at this sight; instead, he smiled lightly and said, "Seeing that all the ministers are safe and sound at court brings great comfort to me, and makes it all worth while defending you all vehemently to Marquis Luting last night…"
Hmm?
The ministers all fixed their gaze on Zhao Hong, who sat on the dragon throne looking smug as if he genuinely deserved credit, all their eyes filled with unspeakable disdain and contempt.
The ministers: ’Do you have no shame?’
Zhao Hong: ’What use do I have for that thing?’
"Seeing the expressions on the faces of the ministers, it seems that you have quite a few objections to what I discussed with Marquis Luting!"
Zhao Hong laughed lightly, "If so, shall I invite Marquis Luting back to discuss it over again?"
The ministers, as if waking from a dream, hastily lifted their robes and knelt again: "Your Majesty is wise, we thank Your Majesty for your great kindness!"
They had come to realize...
This little bastard might have a hard time protecting anyone from that slaughterer’s hands.
But if this little bastard wants to use that slaughterer’s hands to kill someone, it’s guaranteed a sure thing!
This pair of master and disciple, both have hearts as black as coal!
Even Wang Jiangling was shocked at this moment, looking at Zhao Hong on the dragon throne as if he was seeing him for the first time.
He suddenly realized, this kid is indeed more suited to be an emperor than his father!
His father, the Emperor, carried too much baggage, fully aware of Marquis Luting’s talent and deterring power, yet unable to let go of the emperor’s dignity, only willing to tap around the edge, not stooping to something lower.
But this young man is completely different, not only does he have no rebellious feelings about Marquis Luting’s massacre upon entering the capital, but he can also brazenly leverage Marquis Luting’s influence to wrestle with the ministers...
An utter cynic, thick-skinned and tough as nails!
They truly are master and disciple!
"The ministers understanding my struggles brings me great comfort!"
Zhao Hong stretched out his hand with a sigh, pretending to help them up from afar: "Alright, let bygones be bygones, and the dead are gone. Let’s focus on current matters… I wonder, do the honorable ministers have any recommendations for the position of Minister of Revenue?"
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He spoke the language of respecting the wise and promoting the young, but his face clearly displayed a threatening expression, "Try saying a name."
It is said that with each new emperor, comes a new set of officials.
If the ruler is weak and the ministers strong, the emperor, wanting to place a trusted adviser in a certain official position, must engage in a prolonged struggle of wits and strength, with a lot of bargaining over interests behind the scenes.
Since Zhao Hong ascended to the throne, he has only managed to secure a position as left Imperial Censor at The Supervisory Office, ostracized by all the officials, even the position of Minister of War was inherited from his father.
The ministers:...
"We are of poor judgment, entirely reliant on Your Majesty’s wise decision!"
Zhao Hong said with satisfaction, "Ah, as the saying goes, ’Externally do not avoid the worthy, and internally do not avoid relatives,’ my lords need not have any reservations, feel free to speak your mind."
The ministers:...
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Yang Ge, escorted by a group of Western Factory fanzi led by Nangong Feiying, stepped out from the dark palace gate slowly.
Outside the palace gate, Shen Fa, covered in blood, was among scattered severed heads, meticulously
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