Seeing the infant still nursing, countless imperial censors wept bitterly!
"Heaven is going to destroy my Great Gan Dynasty!"
That winter.
Chen Erzhu married Princess Ningguo, and they had a daughter and a son.
The three pillars of the Qingxia Party, Lü Yunchuan, Duan Zhujun, Shi Jingxing, and others, were having hot pot with Erzhuzi and chatting about politics.
Outside it was freezing cold, but inside the house, a hot, flowing coal fire was burning...
I drank alcohol.
Suddenly, he knelt on the ground: "Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, it's cold, please put on another layer of clothing..."
The middle-aged man, who had long since shed the scent of rural life, pulled out a gleaming gold robe from his bundle, instantly filling the room with a golden glow.
Erzhuzi shook his head and said, "I had expected this day to come... but it still makes me feel terrible when it happens... The Chen family will never rebel, so I'll pretend I don't know anything about this..."
Without even looking, he tossed the robe into the fire.
Duan Zhujun calmly said, "Which matter in the court is not decided by the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat? He has no title of emperor but exercises the power of emperor. Don't be fooled by the faction of the emperor and the faction of Zhou. They are waiting for us to decline. Now, as long as the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat raises his arm, the foundation for ten thousand generations can be obtained in no time."
Shi Jingxing said helplessly, "Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, you're confused."
The three men looked excited, as if they were forcing Erzhuzi.
Chen Erzhu shook his head and said, "They're just clowns. The border army has Shi Tou, Da Zhuang, and Tie Chui, tens of thousands of iron cavalry. They can't cause any trouble."
He suddenly paused, glanced at Yun Chuan and the other two, and said calmly, "As far as I know, your wives are respectively the youngest daughter of a prince, a daughter of the Zhou family, and the daughter of a duke..."
Having two options...that's really being pragmatic."
His tone was low and somber.
The three men's expressions changed slightly, and they remained silent.
The following day, a major event occurred in the imperial court.
The Minister of Revenue, the Minister of Personnel, and the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet were found guilty of embezzlement and corruption. They were dismissed from their posts, investigated, and their entire families were exiled to Liaohai, Jiayu, Yunzhou, and other places.
The world was shaken.
All the censors who sensed the shift in the wind were puzzled.
This guy's gone mad, he doesn't even want his own people anymore.
It seems that there is only one purpose: to assist His Majesty and restore the integrity of officials throughout the land.
He was even more loyal than a loyal minister.
Moreover, this person was diligent and conscientious in his work. Even the censors, Zhou Dang, and other officials had to admire him because he was truly fair in his dealings.
No matter who it is or what position they hold, as long as they break the law and there is evidence, even if they are a prince or a lowly tax collector, river gatekeeper, or eunuch, they will be punished twice as severely.
They're quick to stab themselves in the back.
Is anyone confused?
You, sir, are clearly the most powerful minister in the land, so why don't you have even a hint of ambition?
Where is your arrogance and domineering attitude?
They prey on the people and treat His Majesty like a child.
Moreover, this man only married one princess; he had no other concubines in his household.
Logically speaking, a powerful minister like this should be the kind who is licentious and disorderly.
She's practically a paragon of virtue.
Something's not right.
Yes, it must be a rumor.
It should be noted that this powerful minister and Grand Secretary, Lao Deng, was originally just a farmer. He was very lecherous, and at the age of thirty-five, this skinny old man had married two beautiful and quite young women.
This doesn't fit the Chen family's tradition.
You should marry at least two women to be in line with family tradition.
On the contrary, they were even more loyal to the emperor than we loyal ministers.
One self-proclaimed upright censor complained: "Damn it, could it be that I am the treacherous minister?"
I also married five or six women.
This is utterly absurd!
The Princess's Residence.
A woman of stunning beauty, elegant and graceful bearing, with a curvaceous figure and alluring clothes, held a white cat in her arms. The white cat squinted its eyes, rested its head on a soft surface, meowed, rolled over, and pressed its little paws against the fabric, causing it to dent.
Seemingly sensing an amazing elasticity, uncertain, squinting, its little paw poked at it with a silly, blank, and confused look.
Meow...
He turned over and pretended to sleep.
The woman in palace attire lazily patted the little one's head and said, "Why isn't the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat here today, as it's a day off?"
The personal maid said gently, "Your Highness, the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat said that he needs to spend time with his family. Please bear with him... A person who doesn't spend time with his family will never be able to accomplish great things."
"Huh? Aren't I family?"
The woman curled her lip and sneered, "Does this guy think I'm some peasant woman from the Chen family, here to carry on the family line?"
That guy only comes to the princess's residence a handful of times.
Each time, he only comes to give a proper report on official business.
As the little emperor grew up, it started once a month, then every three months, and later it became even more excessive, once every six months.
"Help me change my clothes."
"Your Highness?"
The woman's features were exquisitely beautiful; even her personal maids couldn't help but admire that the Princess was the most elegant woman in the world.
“Even if he doesn’t come to see me, I should still meet my sister-in-law, older brother, two sisters-in-law, niece, etc. Isn’t that basic courtesy?”
In the eighteenth year of the Shenlong era, the sky was clear and the air was fresh, the land was abundant and the people lived in peace and contentment.
The middle-aged, refined man possessed an otherworldly air, exuding the power and influence of someone in a high position. He walked calmly down the street, and the villagers around him unconsciously kept their distance, nodding and smiling sheepishly.
The man smiled.
A gentle breeze blew by, cool and refreshing, carrying the scent of the wheat field.
Suddenly, a sentence from over twenty years ago came to mind, though the memory was somewhat hazy—
"Is he dead?"
【over】
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