At this time, in the royal palace of the State of Qi.

Lu Wujiu wiped the blood off his face.

Looking down at the surrounding corpses, his eyes were icy cold, like a soul-reaping messenger crawling up from hell.

Cut the Gordian knot and kill all the corrupt people.

It's that simple.

Those who obey me live, those who oppose me die.

The land was devastated; countless people died or were injured overnight in the state of Qi.

The remaining people had no more intention to cause trouble, and the Qi court became strangely peaceful.

However, with so many people dying, the court will be somewhat deserted, and there won't be enough people to participate in governance, so one person will have to do the work of ten.

This will inevitably lead to exhaustion, but it is in this way that a country can function.

Young newcomers, inexperienced and lacking experience, might have ambitions and ideals, but many are simply naive and inexperienced. Therefore, their appointments require careful consideration. It was under these circumstances that Lu Wujiu received the letter from Sweetwater Village.

The Lu family demanded that Su Jiaoniang be buried with Lu Dashan.

The village chief drove the Lu family out of the village.

With my eyes closed, I could see bloodshot eyes.

Continue to handle the unresolved matters in the initial case.

Before the New Year, he had to return to Da Zhou smoothly.

At that time, the State of Qi must be at peace and every detail must be taken into consideration.

He slept for two hours a day, spending the rest of his time handling government affairs.

The once lazy Changsheng pursed his lips. The flesh that had been raised in Sweetwater Village had gradually become thinner since returning to Qi. His hair had grown long and he had grown taller, but he had also lost weight.

He took the memorial that Lu Wujiu had read and examined it carefully.

Not understanding, he asked Zhao Yan, who was standing to the side.

Thus, the Imperial Study became peaceful again.

Xiao Changsheng was wearing a dragon robe and staring at a golden hair crown on his head. After a while, he took off the hair crown and said, "My godmother said that if a child carries heavy loads for too long, he won't grow tall."

Lu Wujiu's gaze lingered on Changsheng for a moment before returning to the official letter.

Changsheng rubbed his wrists and, mimicking Lu Wujiu's methods, helped process some memorials.

He is still young and his thoughts are immature. He is inevitably soft-hearted in handling some things and lacks a tough and decisive approach.

To be an emperor, one must naturally have authority.

If you are not respected and admired by the court officials, then make them fear you.

Only in this way can some reforms be better implemented.

Looking back, the best ruler should have the heart of a bodhisattva and the methods of a butcher.

His original goal for Changsheng was for him to be a treacherous minister, to control all matters of the court, and to let the young emperor grow up under pressure until he could become a qualified emperor.

Kill him and seize power.

Unexpectedly, the young emperor's disappearance revealed his own weakness.

That arrangement will inevitably have to change.

Her gaze softened as she looked at Changsheng; he was a pitiful child too.

It's only a few years older than the Buddha.

"Go and rest for a bit," Lu Wujiu said, his voice hoarse.

Changsheng shook his head. He knew that his uncle wanted to go find his godmother. He had to grow up quickly so that his uncle could leave smoothly. It was all his fault for being so useless.

Sweetwater Village.

Su Jiaoniang opened her eyes, momentarily dazed.

She dreamt that the grown-up Futu was being torn apart by five horses. Her face turned pale, and she hurriedly got out of bed and pushed open the door to Futu's room.

The child has already left.

Guo Guo, holding a small broom, gritted his teeth and swept the snow in the yard.

Seeing Su Jiaoniang looking dazed, she said, "Auntie, are you looking for Brother Futu? Brother Futu got up early, and Grandma made him some jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes). He took his brother to school to study."

"Good girl!" Su Jiaoniang pinched Guo Xiaoguo's cheek and smiled.

The child's initiative to study means he takes the exam to become the top scholar seriously.

It's pretty good.

After having breakfast, Su Jiaoniang headed to the county town. She ran a hot pot business and wouldn't open until noon.

The people who arrived earlier in the kitchen had already bought the vegetables, washed and chopped them, and were preparing them.

There were a few people standing outside the shop. They were the people she had notified yesterday. They led people into the shop, explained the seat numbers, and then explained how to eat hot pot.

After explaining the instructions, they also provided uniform clothing.

Around noon, some people came over to eat.

The moment Su Jiaoniang saw Madam Cai, her brows furrowed. At her age, why would she come out to eat hot pot? Knowing full well that the hot pot restaurant belonged to her, why did she still come in?

Does this old lady have no shame?

Or are you planning to do something underhanded with her?

Su Jiaoniang walked over, and Old Madam Cai glanced at her but didn't say anything.

With Cai Runiang by his side, they found a seat and sat down.

Soon, a waiter hired by the shop came over to ask what flavor they wanted and what dishes they wanted.

Cai Runiang muttered something to herself, and the waiter's smile froze for a moment. Old Madam Cai glared at Cai Runiang and handed the menu to the waiter: "That's all, hurry up and bring the food."

"Are they really here to eat?" Madam Feng appeared behind her at some point.

His eyes held a hint of doubt.

"It could also be to probe the situation and find someone to keep an eye on things. If something goes wrong, the medical check-up will resolve the issue. We're open for business, so naturally we should welcome all customers." After saying this, Su Jiaoniang found a clever young waiter and told him not to do anything but watch over Madam Cai's table.

Cai Runiang suddenly raised her voice and said, "Is this a place to eat? Why are there female waitresses? Places that use women are only for the embroidery room, ha... unclean places."

The people eating paused for a moment.

The two young women who came to work here instantly turned red in the face.

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