hiss.

That's interesting.

Those who refrain from excessive banquets receive government commendation, which gives them an excuse not to hold them.

I was already feeling exhausted.

There's just no excuse not to do it.

Moreover, the ordinary people who are watching them can get money for reporting anyone who exceeds the quota.

Someone reports it—the authorities step in with a fine—and then reward the whistleblower.

A perfect closed loop.

It's likely that becoming a professional whistleblower in Huaicheng will become an industry in the future.

"Then what?"

Murong Yue nodded; the plan seemed feasible.

"Regarding the issue of extravagant and wasteful use of restaurant space..."

"Your Majesty, I plan to bring in a restaurant from the capital, preferably one from the capital."

"Normal meal portions and pricing, normal serving process."

"Then I, your humble servant, will take the lead and become a regular customer."

"Using this restaurant as a benchmark, we can encourage other restaurants to return to normal operations."

Murong Yue thought for a moment and nodded, "That's fine too."

Is there anything else?

He Pingzhang felt that things were going even better than he had expected.

Not only did he not die, but he also met His Majesty and presented his plan.

Life couldn't be more wonderful.

He hesitated for a moment, then pointed out the most difficult problem to solve.

"As for the dowry, Your Majesty, I have no plan yet. Please forgive me."

One reason he felt was that His Majesty should be given some room to maneuver.

Secondly, I really don't have any solutions.

More importantly, Your Majesty is a woman.

If he handles this situation poorly and displeases His Majesty, wouldn't he lose his head again?

It really is.

He Pingzhang silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

Murong Yue tilted her head and looked at him.

"Is there really no solution?"

He Pingzhang immediately kowtowed.

"Your humble servant is incompetent."

Murong Yue tapped her fingers lightly on the table a few times.