Thinking of this, Zhao Cui subconsciously glanced at Cui Wenhao with a complicated look in her eyes.

After a while, he nodded and said, "I understand."

Then he looked at the two people who stayed outside the pavilion and said, "Those two people outside should be from the Lin family, right? Let them come in? Also, go and call the girl from the Lin family over."

Cui Wenhao was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly bowed down again: "Thank you, Auntie, you are so wise!"

Wang Xuance also smiled slightly.

Upon hearing the noise, the palace maid walked out of the pavilion and saw Lin Yuchen with a ferocious face outside, accompanied by a woman who also had scars on her face.

The woman was dressed like a maid, but Lin Yuchen was very respectful to her, and the look he gave her was full of admiration and attachment.

The palace maids couldn't help but feel a slight shock in their hearts.

After calming down for a while, he said to Lin Yuchen and the woman, "The Empress Dowager has an order. Please come in."

Lin Yuchen nodded slightly at her, then turned around and helped the woman into the pavilion.

"Your Majesty, Lin Yuchen pays homage to the Queen Mother."

When he saw Queen Mother Zhao Cui, Lin Yuchen's eyes were a little complicated, but he finally bowed his hands and clasped his fists in salute, but did not kneel down.

Seeing that he just bowed proudly but did not kneel down, Zhao Cui couldn't help but frown slightly.

However, she also knew that since Lin Yuchen was a member of the Lin family, he probably had no respect for her.

My coming here today was mostly arranged by the emperor, and also to seek revenge on Cui Cen.

I didn't say anything at that time.

Looking at the woman again, she was dressed as a maid, but she squatted down and bowed without saying a word.

I couldn't help but frown again.

Seeing this, Lin Yuchen clasped his fists again and explained indifferently, "This is my mother. She has been trapped in the mansion of the thief Cui for sixteen years. In order to avoid humiliation, she had to disfigure herself and become mute!"

"She is your mother. Could she be the Nangong... Yanrong from back then? How could she..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Cui's eyes suddenly opened wide and she looked at the woman with shock.

Subconsciously, he wanted to say, how could Nangong Yanrong become like this back then, but he suddenly stopped talking halfway through.

Because she thought of what Lin Yuchen had just said, in order to avoid humiliation, she had to disfigure herself and become mute.

At the same time, she also understood why Cui Cen slaughtered the Lin family but adopted Lin's daughter as his adopted daughter.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "Second brother, you actually did such a thing!"

At this moment, even she felt fear of Cui Cen.

…

At the same time, in the side hall of the Purple Palace, a group of virtuous people in the capital finally saw the long-awaited Emperor Zhao Xin.

A stone in everyone's heart fell to the ground.

Although everyone with a discerning eye knew that the emperor was deliberately keeping them in suspense and had some ulterior motive.

But he did not dare to express the slightest dissatisfaction.

Instead, after going through a set of empty formalities and talking about irrelevant things for a few minutes, some people could no longer sit still.

Once again, the old question was asked.

"May I ask, Your Majesty, whether this Jiahe can really yield ten dan per mu?"

"presumptuous!"

When asked this question, Cao Xiong's face darkened behind the emperor. He was about to scold him, but when he saw Zhao Xin raise his hand slightly, he stopped.

The man who had spoken, after a slight change of expression, stood up and apologized, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for my impoliteness."

Then he defended himself, "It's not that I don't know etiquette, it's really that this matter concerns the livelihood of the people..."

"hehe……"

Zhao Xin chuckled and reached out to calm the man down. Waiting for the man to shut up, he smiled and said, "I know what you are thinking, but there is no need to bring up the affairs of the people. After all, this is not the court, and most of you are not officials in charge of the people's livelihood."

After saying this, Zhao Xin saw some people frowning in the crowd. He chuckled again and said, "Don't frown. I know that you are all virtuous people. Whether you are in the government or in the opposition, you all have the heart to benefit the world.

But today, I have to say something upfront: in this palace, don't try to deceive me with nonsense like "the people are my own" or "I won't compete with the people for profit!"

Someone in the crowd frowned again, and then someone stood up and said, "Your Majesty, if that's the case, I don't agree. Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, shepherding the people on behalf of Heaven. Why can't you talk about the people?"

"nonsense!"

Zhao Xin sneered, glanced at the man, then glanced at everyone in the hall and said, "Of course I can talk about the people, the people's livelihood, and the common people.

Without being modest, no one present here cares more about the people's livelihood and the people of Daqin than I do."

"Your Majesty, I cannot agree with what you said..."

As soon as Zhao Xin finished speaking, another person stood up and looked like he was about to start a long speech.

But Zhao Xin said directly, "I don't ask you to agree!"

“…”

The shocking article that the man had prepared was instantly stuck in his throat and died in the womb.

Zhao Xin looked at him in disbelief. They had never seen such an emperor before. When he saw such virtuous people, he actually said, "I don't ask for your approval."

Shouldn't the correct way to respond at a time like this be to respectfully say "Please teach me, sir"? Even if it's not quite right, at least say "I'm all ears."

What the hell is it that I don't ask you to agree?

Zhao Xin ignored him, stood up, looked around at everyone present and said, "It's fine to care about people's livelihood, and it's fine to talk about the people of the world.

I recently received reports from Jizhou, Qizhou, and the capital region that there has been no rain in these three places for three months since spring.

It can be predicted that even if this year's summer grain harvest will not be a complete failure, it will definitely be a poor harvest. Even now, refugees have begun to appear in these three places.

If there is someone present who pats his chest and says, Your Majesty, I will take care of this matter.

Or someone may stand up and say, Your Majesty, I donate one million shi of money and grain to the court.

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