Chapter 212
However, during the Great Sheng Dynasty, the imperial court not only strictly restricted overseas trade, but also imposed strict controls on the movement of personnel and transportation of materials between various regions in the country. It seems that invisible walls have been built between regions, isolating them from each other and making the flow of information extremely difficult.
This extreme closedness and blockage made the Dasheng Dynasty like an isolated island. This is the case in China, not to mention exchanges with foreign countries. It was difficult for advanced ideas, technologies and culture from outside to be introduced, and internal development was therefore greatly hindered. Over time, the entire country gradually fell into a state of stagnation.
Sheng Yixuan's originally fair face was now bloodless, as if covered by a layer of frost. His lips trembled slightly, and he said in a very real and slightly hoarse voice: "Of course I can't compare with them. Zijin, if I can inherit the throne in the future, the first step is to eradicate the aristocratic families. They are like pustules that greedily suck the blood of the country. If they are not removed in time, they will become a huge obstacle to innovation and development.
If we want to truly eradicate current ills, promote benefits and eliminate harm, we must strike at these aristocratic families without mercy! Without the aristocratic family, everything that follows can be implemented better.
But Zijin, you come from the Yin family, one of the four great families. Will we..."
Yin Zijin knew what Sheng Yixuan meant and quickly said, "No, you can do whatever you want when the time comes. I won't object..."
The next day, the night was still as dark as ink, and before the sky showed a hint of dawn, Fanghua tiptoed into the West Warm Pavilion.
I saw Yin Zijin curled up on the bed, sleeping soundly. His face was pale and his body was thin. Under his closed eyes, his long eyelashes were trembling slightly like two small fans, as if he was experiencing something in a dream.
Fanghua suddenly felt reluctant to ask Yin Zijin to get up, but then she remembered that she would have a tough battle to fight soon. Fanghua hurried forward and called softly, "Sixth Miss, it's getting late, we need to get up."
It seemed that the world in the dream was too beautiful. Yin Zijin frowned slightly, showing no sign of waking up. After an unknown amount of time, Aunt Zhou came back from using the toilet. Seeing Fanghua's gentle appearance, she hurried forward and said with a smile, "Aunt Fanghua, this is not the way you call the young lady to get up."
Madam Zhou walked forward slowly with a blank expression and steady steps. Her slightly dry hands reached into the quilt mercilessly, as if with a fierce force...
Yin Zijin only felt pain and itchiness. The feeling was like being bitten by millions of ants, which made him unbearable. He couldn't help but frown, his delicate body trembling slightly, and he quickly moaned in a voice as soft as a yellow oriole singing in the valley: "Mammy, Zijin, get up now. It's really uncomfortable. My feet hurt and itch..."
However, Nanny Zhou seemed to turn a deaf ear to Yin Zijin's pleas. Her calloused and rough hands were still… with a faint smile on the corners of her mouth, she said slowly: "The girl finally woke up, Aunt Fanghua has been calling you for a long time!"
When Yin Zijin heard this, her originally snow-white cheeks instantly flushed, as beautiful as a peach blossom blooming in spring. He endured the discomfort in his feet, sat up gracefully and quickly, tidied his slightly messy hair and clothes, and then got out of bed.
He quickly said to Aunt Fanghua respectfully: "Aunt Fanghua, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
Behind Fanghua stood two palace maids and two eunuchs, holding toiletries and various spare clothes in their hands.
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