For the next few days, the air in Beijing was filled with the stench of blood.

Imperial edicts were issued one after another from the palace.

Those convicted of serious crimes will have their homes confiscated and beheaded; those convicted of less serious crimes will have their homes confiscated and be exiled; and the remaining officials implicated will be dismissed, imprisoned, and have their homes confiscated as well.

After a thorough investigation, not a single criminal official escaped having their property confiscated, and the national treasury was instantly filled.

Even the emperor couldn't help but wave his hand in delight, directly exempting the next three years from taxes and issuing an imperial edict to announce to the world that the imperial advisor had calculated that the Great Yong Dynasty would face a severe drought in the next three years.

The people were both shocked and terrified, but because the emperor had first exempted them from taxes and then distributed new grain, they did not despair. Instead, a rare hope for survival arose in their hearts.

After all, with each of these decrees being issued, even illiterate old farmers could tell that the emperor had not abandoned them, the common people, but was instead working diligently to solve their problems.

More importantly, they have a god-like imperial advisor. Fang Ruotang was impervious to swords and spears on the day he was assassinated, and some people witnessed this at the time.

After all, while ordinary people dared not appear when assassinated in the street, there were always some bold ones who dared to watch from behind windows. In addition, with the emperor's decree promoting the story, in just a few days, the identity of Fang Ruotang, the Immortal Envoy, had spread throughout the capital. People spontaneously erected longevity tablets for her, hoping to gain even a little bit of her protection.

[Little mirror, my body has felt so comfortable these past few days! It's warm and cozy, like soaking in a hot spring.]

It is the power of faith that nourishes your soul.

The little mirror had sensed this power from the very beginning, but it was happy that it could nourish Fang Ruotang's weak soul.

Is it because the people like me?

【yes.】

The little mirror saw that the dormant soul within Fang Ruotang's body was no longer as thin as a cicada's wing. He was overjoyed and wished he could share it with his master, but unfortunately, he couldn't contact him now.

[The power of faith is so great! Then give me some more fresh grain, and I'll have the Emperor distribute it to the people. They'll like me even more then.]

Fang Ruotang has a simple mindset and judges others by her own standards.

She loves those who feed her, and I'm sure the people feel the same way, otherwise why would they all like her because of the new grain?

Sweet potatoes are not an agricultural product currently found in this small world. I stole them—no, I borrowed them from the power of the world's origin.

【Then let's change it again!】

Fang Ruotang deliberately ignored the word "steal" and reached out her hand with a straight face.

She vaguely knew the importance of the world's origin, which was related to the growth and decline of a small world, but right now, the lives of the people were more important.

Okay! Wait for my message.

Since there are billions of small worlds, and worlds collapse and are reborn every moment, it shouldn't be unreasonable for him to seize a trace of the origin before those worlds collapse.

Anyway, even if he doesn't do it, the Heavenly Dao of other worlds will still plunder it.

One more of him won't make a difference.

The little mirror, having convinced itself, acted swiftly. After all, it was a higher being, superior to many smaller worlds, making it easier for it to take action.

In a normal world, the small mirror naturally cannot move, but in those worlds where the Heavenly Dao has perished and is about to dissipate, there are many other Heavenly Daos that take action. He hides in the middle and reaches out to grab a piece of the pie, without anyone noticing.

Therefore, in a short while, the little mirror brought Fang Ruotang good news and made a deal with the previous world she lived in, exchanging it for a large amount of potatoes and corn.

Little Mirror, you're amazing! I love you the most!

Hehe, hehehe!

With a silly grin, Xiao Jingzi was taken to the palace by Fang Ruotang. With a wave of her hand, new grain piled up like mountains on the open ground of the former dynasty.

The Crown Prince had been busy for several days, and his eyes were bloodshot. When he saw this scene, he was shocked. He was happy but also worried.

"How come there's suddenly so much new grain?"

"I asked an immortal for it, aren't I amazing?"

Fang Ruotang raised her chin high, her face showing an expression that said, "Praise me!"

The Crown Prince's mood these days has not been pleasant, after all, there are not many clean officials in the court. But seeing Fang Ruotang's smiling face, he relaxed a lot, and his two fingers rubbed together slightly, eager to make a move.

"Very impressive, but is it difficult for you?"

The Crown Prince's face showed no extra expression, but Fang Ruotang could sense his concern.

"No! The immortal said that after I distribute the grain to the people, they will thank me and it will be good for my health."

"I see! I understand."

As long as it doesn't do any harm, it's fine.

"Then you go ahead with your work, I'm going back." Fang Ruotang waved her hand and skipped away.

"I haven't eaten properly for a few days. Would you mind if Ruoruo accompanied me to a restaurant for a meal?"

This wasn't the first time they'd harvested new grain, so the Crown Prince immediately assigned officials from the Eastern Palace to take over the task, while he himself followed in Fang Ruotang's footsteps.

"Okay!" Fang Ruotang glanced at the Crown Prince's bloodshot eyes.

Over the past few days, the number of officials in the court has been decreasing one by one.

Of course, she would never admit that it was because of her; she blamed it all on those people for being too wicked.

"How about I go to court tomorrow and not file a complaint?" Fang Ruotang glanced at the Crown Prince.

Because of her attendance at court, one or two people would be dragged away from the court every day. After this happened repeatedly, the officials in the court were all killed.

There's almost no one left.

Fang Ruotang scratched her face, looking a little unnatural.

Moreover, the Crown Prince hasn't asked her out for a meal in the past few days.

Not only him, but even his grandfather was so busy that he didn't return home for several days. It was as if everyone in the court was busy, while she was just going to court every day and having nothing to do.

“You have done a good thing. Don’t worry. The court will not lack officials. Some of the successful candidates last year have not been assigned to official positions. This is a good opportunity for them to stand out. Moreover, the Emperor has decided to hold an extra imperial examination this year. The court will never lack officials. What it lacks are good officials who will serve the people. A great calamity is coming. We must cleanse the court so that the people can have a way to survive.”

It's rare for the Crown Prince to speak so much at once, and I'm afraid Fang Ruotang really won't point out the treacherous officials anymore. Although I can eavesdrop on her thoughts, why put on another show if I can avoid taking detours?

"I see! I wonder if my fifth brother will consider this."

Fang Ruotang thought of her fifth brother and seventh brother, who hadn't been home for two months. Last month, when the academy was on holiday, they didn't go home because of the academy's big exam.

This time, we should come back.

I'll just tell Fifth Brother this news.

"You can ask," the crown prince replied casually.

The Crown Prince already knew the details of everyone in the Prime Minister's residence by heart, and he also knew a thing or two about Fang Wu's knowledge.

Last year, at the age of fifteen, he passed the provincial examination, but because his ranking was low and he was not confident in taking the metropolitan examination, he did not continue to take it.

As the two were talking, they left the palace gate.

As soon as they arrived at the restaurant, the young prince came looking for them, still dressed in red.

He already had fair skin and striking features, and when he put on red, he was as radiant as a summer flower and as alluring as fire.

"Two people eating, and you don't invite me?" The young prince stood seductively at the door, looking at Fang Ruotang with alluring eyes, leaning against the door without taking the initiative to enter the room.

The crown prince slightly raised his eyelids. "It seems he has too little work to do."

The young prince's expression changed, and he stepped back into the room, gritting his teeth as he said, "Your Highness, please remember that I am but a lowly prince with no talent. Please, some people, do not use your position for personal gain, okay?"