Good news: Zhu Lian transmigrated, becoming Emperor Chongzhen of the Great Ming, Zhu Youjian.
Bad news: Today is the tenth day of the third month of Chongzhen's seventeenth year, and Li Z...
Fang Yuegong hesitated and lowered his head.
After a moment, he raised his head and asked, "What if there is no other solution? What will the Lord do?"
This time it was Fan Jingwen's turn to bow his head.
He lowered his head, stroking his beard with his right hand, with a heavy heart.
To be honest, he didn't want Fang Yuegong to step down.
But the current situation is urgent.
Unless Fang Yuegong steps down, there will be no progress in the currency reform in the four provinces south of the Yangtze River.
This is an ironclad fact.
so...
After making up his mind, Fan Jingwen sighed, turned to Chongzhen and said, "Your Majesty, although the Minister of Revenue Fang Yuegong has no intention of delaying national policy, he has actually delayed national policy. I think... he should be removed from the post of Minister of Revenue and replaced by someone more capable and virtuous."
Swoosh——
The court was silent.
Officials from different parties performed differently.
The First Assistant Party stood there confidently, with a smile on their faces.
The eunuch party looked as if they were gloating over other people's misfortune.
The Hubu Party opened their mouths with a look of horror on their faces.
The Donglin Party and other non-partisan officials kept their heads down, giving people the impression that they had nothing to do with the matter.
Chongzhen took in everyone's expressions and sighed. He stared at Fang Yuegong and said, "Minister Fang, did you hear what Lord Fan said clearly?"
"Your Majesty... heard it clearly." Fang Yuegong replied with a sigh.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Chongzhen asked.
Fang Yuegong opened his mouth and wanted to say something but found that he had nothing to say.
He knelt down and kowtowed to Chongzhen, saying: "I am a humble minister, and I have not been able to help your majesty and the court. I request to resign from the post of Minister of Revenue and return home!"
"The imperial court wants to recover Liaodong and is short of manpower right now. Why did Minister Fang resign?" Chongzhen was puzzled.
"I have been the Minister of Revenue for six years, and I have not had time to go back home to visit my relatives in these six years. Now that I have resigned, I can take this opportunity to go back home." Fang Yuegong replied.
"You cannot resign!" Chongzhen immediately shook his head, "I will give you six months to return home to visit your family, and then return to Beijing to report after six months."
"Your Majesty..." Fang Yuegong wanted to refuse.
"It's settled now." Chongzhen said firmly.
Fang Yuegong thought about it and stopped resisting.
After returning to his hometown, even if the court wanted to re-employ him, he could choose to refuse the order.
The court had no way to deal with this!
After making up his mind, Fang Yuegong knelt down and saluted Chongzhen again.
After standing up.
He glanced at everyone one by one, and finally looked at the pillars of the hall with lingering eyes.
Under the gaze of everyone, he left dejectedly.