September 20th.
Sang Luan got up early, asked the maid to do a simple hairpin for her, and picked out a light blue dress.
The light blue dress added a bit of vitality to Sang Luan.
She adjusted her hair in front of the bronze mirror, and only when the person behind her inserted the last hairpin into her hair did Sang Luan slowly stand up.
She spun around in a circle, satisfied.
Today is the day to report to the emperor, and she can also take this opportunity to hand over the first batch of silver to the emperor.
In this way, the divorce letter will be easily obtained.
Thinking about it, Sang Luan felt a hint of excitement in her heart.
She closed her eyes slightly, narrowed her gaze slightly, and concealed all the thoughts in her heart.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a hint of confidence on his face.
She flicked her sleeves and said loudly, "Let's go."
She sent Yu Amber out early in the morning and asked someone to carry the silver into the palace with her.
Soon, outside the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"Luan'er, you must be careful after entering the palace. Don't be so casual in your words and actions." Liu Wenxian held Sang Luan's hand, a trace of worry creeping between her brows.
Sang Luan felt helpless as she listened to Liu Wenxian saying the same thing to her for the third time.
In addition to Liu Wenxian, Feng Shinian and the old lady were also standing next to them.
Sang Luan nodded heavily towards the three of them and said softly, "Don't worry, Father, Mother, Grandmother, Luan'er knows in her heart that she will definitely not do anything that will harm the mansion."
Liu Wenxian sighed, "What I'm talking about has nothing to do with He Zhi'er, nor with the Feng family. I'm telling you this today just because I don't want you to suffer in vain."
Sang Luan pursed her lips, then hummed softly, "Okay, Luan'er understands."
Half an hour later.
In the imperial palace, inside the imperial study.
Sang Luan and Meng Youning stepped into the imperial study together.
Emperor Zhaowu had his head lowered, his eyes fixed on the memorial in front of him.
His brows were sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed.
Sang Luan and Meng Youning slowly knelt down and saluted respectfully.
"Your Majesty, long live His Majesty."
Emperor Zhaowu frowned, looking as if he was lost in thought.
He held the pen in his right hand and was about to put it down.
But at the moment when it was about to fall, he lifted it up again and again.
He tapped the tabletop lightly with the fingers of his left hand.
It was unknown how long it took before Emperor Zhaowu put down the pen.
Looking up at the two people in front of him, he stretched out his hand and said, "Alright, both of you get up and answer."
With just a glance, the father-in-law beside them spontaneously offered seats to the two of them.
Emperor Zhaowu turned slightly sideways and said, "Everyone, please leave."
In a flash, only Meng Youning, Sang Luan and Emperor Zhaowu were left in the imperial study.
Emperor Zhaowu spoke slowly, his face full of seriousness, "Although I haven't asked too many questions over the past month, I have noticed the progress of the Imperial College."
"Sang Luan, you gave me quite a surprise. You actually managed to accomplish this."
Sang Luan lowered her brows and said, "Your Majesty, thank you very much. I just did what I should do. Here is the solution. Anyone can do it."
Emperor Zhaowu was in a good mood and laughed out loud a few times. "You little girl, you look so weak, but you have so many tricks to say."
Sang Luan lowered her head and said nothing.
Emperor Zhaowu's expression softened slightly, and he asked casually, "I heard that when you went to invite Yuan Yutang, you gave him a piece of paper, right? Was that a poem written on it?"
Sang Luan: "Yes, Your Majesty can really see into people's hearts."
Emperor Zhaowu slowly stood up and walked towards Sang Luan and the others with his hands behind his back.
Finally, he stood beside Sang Luan.
"I'm a little curious. What kind of poem could have made him decide to enter the Imperial College after just one glance?"
Sang Luan narrowed her eyes slightly. The emperor must have someone paying attention to what was happening in the Imperial College at all times.
Although Yuan Yutang was a great scholar, he could not openly go against the royal family.
The emperor wanted to know what she had written that day, but it was just a matter of one sentence.
But now he is testing her too much here, I am afraid he still has some opinions about her in his heart.
Sang Luan curled her lips slightly.
Fortunately, she and Ningning had anticipated that this situation might occur and had already made preparations.
He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a piece of paper, placed it between his palms, stood up and handed it respectfully to Emperor Zhaowu.
Emperor Zhaowu took it calmly and opened it.
After just one glance, he burst into laughter, "Great, great, I didn't expect such a magnificent poem to come from your hand."
Sang Luan: "The four lines in Your Majesty's hand are complete. The two lines you gave to Yuan Daru at that time were only the first half. The second half was something I suddenly remembered after returning home."
Emperor Zhaowu: "Good! Now the Imperial College appears to be doing better than before, but where are the silver and money?"
Meng Youning slowly stood up and said, "To your Majesty, the money is all in the side hall. If your Majesty has time, you can go take a look now..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Emperor Zhaowu threw his sleeves and walked ahead, "What are you waiting for? Let's go, hurry up."
Sang Luan and Meng Youning's eyes accidentally met in the air.
This emperor is actually easier to get along with than they imagined.
But they would not seriously think that the emperor was just as simple as he seemed to be.
The two of them were silent for a moment, and then they quickly followed.
Side hall.
Emperor Zhaowu's pupils widened slightly as he looked at the large boxes of gold and silver in front of him.
The joy on his face could not be concealed at all.
He coughed twice and asked, "Is this the profit for this month?"
Sang Luan pointed to the two red boxes on the left and said, "These are from the Imperial College."
Meng Youning pointed to a few boxes on the right and said, "These can fill the national treasury."
Emperor Zhaowu first looked at the two boxes on the left, then turned sideways to look at the box on the right.
He walked to the nearest box, bent down and picked up a silver ingot, turning his back to Sang Luan and Meng Youning.
He rolled his eyes and grinned.
He wiped the silver with his sleeve and bit it with his mouth.
silver!
It’s really silver!
There was actually a whole box of gold.
The color of gold is so beautiful.
If there were no one around at the time, he would have really wanted to hug all this gold and silver and cry bitterly.
In order to fill the national treasury a little more, banquets were held every few days, allowing ministers to hand over some money at will.
At the beginning, some people gave him more in order to make him happy.
But gradually, the money he collected from each banquet he held was getting less and less.
If this continues, the money collected won't even be enough to hold a banquet.
Only he, the emperor, knew how empty the treasury was.
Emperor Zhaowu finally let out the anger in his heart.
Sang Luan earned so much gold and silver in less than half a year?
This woman is much better than those ministers who just tell him to calm down all day long.
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