"That's enough."
Thinking of the innocent soldiers who died in vain and the seriously injured Zhu Wencai, Fu Mingchi's face no longer had a good look: "I won't kill you, but if you continue to harass my princess, we will settle the old and new grudges together."
Looking at Ye Wanshu's resolute eyes, Ji Yunze felt extremely painful in his heart.
He walked up to Emperor Zhaolie with a sullen look on his face, slowly knelt down, and pleaded in a deep voice, "I have failed to live up to your grace. I beg Your Majesty to grant me the death penalty."
Emperor Zhaolie could guess that everything Ji Yunze was planning was to restore his country for himself.
If he were a few decades younger, he might be willing to adopt the scholar's strategy and let the Gu family and King Yongning fight each other. Unfortunately, he is now old and does not have so much time to repair the broken mountains and rivers.
What he can do now is to choose a future king who is both talented in civil and military affairs for the Daye Dynasty.
After all, Ji Yunze failed to understand his own painstaking efforts.
However, the Daye Dynasty had been plagued by long-standing problems, and the court would need ministers who dared to speak out directly in the future. He also had to spare the scholar's life for his nephew.
"Step aside," Emperor Zhaolie closed his eyes. "Ji Yunze, you are the number one scholar chosen by me. I hope you understand that the most important thing for an official is to have compassion for the people, not just to fight for power and profit."
Now, it is time for him to go out and see the suffering of the people.
Waving his hand towards the commander of the Shenwei Army, Emperor Zhaolie immediately ordered: "Demote Ji Yunze to the position of Sima of Qizhou and send him to take up his post immediately."
Watching Ji Yunze being escorted away, Ye Wanshu felt mixed emotions.
It is said that birds of a feather flock together. If it weren't for Gu Tingchen's repeated oppression, he wouldn't have become what he is now, using any means to achieve his goals.
I only hope that he can understand your majesty's painstaking efforts this time.
Fu Mingchi watched silently from the side, and saw that his Wan'er's eyes were fixed on the scholar who was leaving. Suddenly, he thought of the situation on the top of Huizhou City, and felt dissatisfied.
"Wan'er still feels sorry for that nerd?"
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