The emperor frowned. "If it's true as you say, why would Jiang Zhaorong poison his own mother? He's a well-known filial son in Shengjing."
Back then, he listened to his mother and almost lost his official position in order to save his brother.
How could such a person do such a thing as poisoning his own mother?
[Of course, it was because he knew about the old lady's affair with someone else, and he also knew that Jiang Jianjin was the child of the old lady and the adulterer, and that his eldest brother and father were both murdered by the conspiracy of these two people.]
emperor:"!!!"
The emperor's pupils trembled violently after eating a big melon unexpectedly.
"Why did you poison me? Your Majesty, it would be better to ask the person himself."
emperor:"……"
I think asking you is clearer than asking me. I may hide some things, but you are different. What are you telling me?
Jiang Zhiyu didn't know what the emperor was thinking, so she continued, "However, when my mother was at the Prime Minister's residence, she discovered the fraudulent accounts created by the old lady and Jiang Jianjin. After careful verification, she discovered that a farm and several hundred taels of silver had been sent back to her hometown by the old lady."
"Mother asked my eldest brother to investigate. He was from the old neighbor in our hometown... cough," Jiang Zhiyu coughed lightly, "He was in the hands of a farmer named Wang. My eldest brother had him brought to the capital, questioned him, and then sent him to the Prime Minister's residence. He should still be there now."
[That was a close call. I almost told my neighbor, Mr. Wang, about that.]
emperor:"……"
"If Your Majesty doesn't believe me, you can just send someone to search the Prime Minister's residence again," Jiang Zhiyu said indignantly. "How can we expect such an unfilial person to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and worthy of being the Prime Minister of a country?"
"What's more, he has been in power for a long time and has made no contribution to Tianqi. He has only drafted decrees and collected taxes, and the people are suffering. He is truly unworthy of his position, Your Majesty."
The emperor lowered his head slightly. The tax collection that Jiang Zhiyu mentioned was proposed by Jiang Zhaorong when he had just ascended the throne and the national treasury was in short supply. He summoned several close ministers to discuss the matter.
Although it could solve the immediate problem, the people complained bitterly. They could not pay taxes and were oppressed by officials. At that time, many people chose to go up the mountain to become bandits and rule the mountains.
When more and more people gathered, some people began to clamor for an uprising.
The emperor withdrew his thoughts and stroked his forehead with his hand.
"Unfilial piety is just an excuse. The old lady doesn't deserve filial piety either. More importantly, it was my grandfather who pushed him into the position of Prime Minister."
He was so quick to tear down the bridge after crossing it that he turned his back on my mother. He even tried to bribe the jailer to have my grandfather and uncles die suddenly in prison.
[Uncle can tolerate it, but even aunt can’t tolerate it! ]
emperor:"……"
He chuckled softly at Jiang Zhiyu, who was growing increasingly angry. His eyes softened. "Okay, I understand. However, the removal of the Prime Minister is a matter of grave importance..."
The emperor paused and said with a smile, "Zhiyu, do you have a candidate for the position of Prime Minister?"
After Jiang Zhaorong was eliminated, someone had to take his place.
He had finally managed to establish a balance of power between the two sides over the years, and if he chose the wrong person, all his efforts would be in vain.
"I believe that Minister Shang Yizhi can shoulder this important responsibility."
Shang Yizhi?
The emperor blinked slightly. He was surprised for a moment that Jiang Zhiyu didn't mention the Xu family, and he was even more puzzled when he mentioned Shang Yizi.
Among the memorials on his desk, the one that mentioned Jiang Zhiyu the most was Shang Yizi.
Thinking of Jiang Zhiyu's temper, the emperor couldn't help laughing.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and waved to Jiang Zhiyu: "Come here, I want to show you something."
Jiang Zhiyu stepped forward.
The emperor flipped through a few memorials and handed them to her: "Take a look."
Jiang Zhiyu read ten lines at a glance, and the more she read, the darker her face became.
The emperor jokingly asked, "Well, do you still think he can handle this important task?"
Jiang Zhiyu: “…”
Is this person crazy? What's wrong with me going to Qingfeng Pavilion? Doesn't everyone have a time to get off work? Are you impeaching me for this?
[Also, I went to the vegetarian restaurant three times in the evening. What's there to impeach? Did I eat their rice?]
Jiang Zhiyu flipped through the thick memorial in his hand, and thought to himself:
[This little old man is so idle all day long, he just stares at me.]
[It's really like an old lady crawling into bed—it made me laugh.]
The emperor tried his best to suppress the upward curve of his lips. After calming down, he finally spoke: "Zhiyu?"
"Of course I will take on this important task," Jiang Zhiyu said with a smile, but the emperor strangely detected a hint of gnashing of teeth in her tone.
"Since Si Tu is so loyal to the emperor and cares so much about the officials in the court, he is naturally worthy of the position of Prime Minister."
[Little old man, you want to enjoy your retirement life by enjoying flowers and walking birds? Dream on. You won't be too busy.]
[But let's be clear, this Situ was indeed upright and honest. If his name is recorded in history books, he will be remembered for eternity.]
Why is the evaluation so high?
The emperor had a plan in mind, but at the same time, he also felt a strange sense of loss.
He may not be highly regarded in Zhiyu's heart.
The emperor nodded: "I understand."
Jiang Zhiyu nodded in satisfaction and was about to leave when the upside-down book caught her attention.
Why does this crude craftsmanship look so familiar?
The emperor didn't notice her gaze and was about to put back the memorials next to him. He was not careful and they all fell to the ground.
Fuping hurriedly put down the pastries in his hand and came over to clean up. Jiang Zhiyu also bent down to pick them up. The emperor was still frowning, but suddenly seemed to remember something and looked abruptly in the direction of Jiang Zhiyu.
Jiang Zhiyu's hand was already on the book, about to pick it up...
"Wait," the emperor's pupils paused and he said in a lost voice.
Fu Ping and Jiang Zhiyu both trembled.
Jiang Zhiyu even tilted his head and looked at him with some curiosity.
It was the first time she saw the emperor lose his composure like this.
"Put it down, I'll do it." While she was stunned, the emperor bent down and took the book from her hand. He glanced at it briefly, closed it and placed it on the side farthest from Jiang Zhiyu, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at Jiang Zhiyu and smiled faintly: "I'm afraid of tiring you."
Jiang Zhiyu: “…”
【Guess whether I believe it or not. 】
[Running errands to arrest people, going to Jinzhou, investigating Anle Hou, you never said you were afraid of tiring me out.]
[Now you're bending down to pick up a book because you're afraid of tiring me out?]
【hehe. 】
emperor:"……"
He licked his lips and looked away vaguely, looking extremely guilty. Jiang Zhiyu's eyes also became unfathomable.
[This expression looks so familiar.]
The emperor's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that what she was going to say next was definitely not what he wanted to hear.
As expected, Jiang Zhiyu's next sentence was
[A kid had the same expression when he was caught reading a banned book!]
Jiang Zhiyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the smile on his face became ambiguous.
I never thought that the emperor, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would secretly read these in the imperial study.
[Tsk, tsk, tsk.]
emperor:"……"
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