The wicked man nodded slightly, and a loud laugh, like a booming bell, echoed throughout the hall: "In that case, let's name this department the Inspectorate. I will then present this name to His Majesty in due course."

Feng Jie bowed again before sitting back down as if relieved.

The wicked man continued, "Let's get the Censorate established first. As for... how to increase salaries, there's no need to rush. We'll discuss it with Meng Can and Li Si when they return."

"It is up to the Grand Commandant to decide." Feng Jie nodded to indicate that he understood. Raising salaries was a matter of great importance, and with Meng Can, who was in charge of the nation's finances, absent, he certainly dared not make a hasty decision.

"The next step is to figure out how to accommodate the wounded and disabled soldiers..."

The wicked man took a deep breath, and his booming voice echoed in the hall as he explained his plans: "I wish to petition Your Majesty to establish a new Minister of the Ming Temple, which will be responsible for compiling statistics on all demobilized soldiers in the country and recording in detail their family circumstances and the degree of their injuries."

"Soldiers who fight and shed blood for their country deserve honor and glory for their families!"

"However, given the current limited national strength, we can only find them a job to make a living, and their pay must be 20% higher than that of ordinary people."

"When the world is at peace and the six kingdoms are unified, and after we vigorously develop our domestic affairs, many departments that need reliable manpower will spring up like mushrooms after rain."

"At that time, those with minor disabilities or those who are still able to move will be able to work in these departments."

"Even if they are unable to move, it is alright. The imperial court will provide them with relief funds every month to help them support their families and ensure their livelihood."