Many years after the founding of the Great Jin Dynasty, powerful families in the capital city formed intermarriages and established relationships with each other.
The ministers below the stage knew that there might be in-laws, longtime friends, or families with long-standing ties among them.
But the emperor's wrath could cause millions to die; who would dare to plead for mercy?
Just because you're big-faced doesn't mean you can be, or because your entire clan has a resurrection suit.
With this matter concluded, the conversation inevitably drifted towards the drought, the Black Emperor, and the Goddess.
Wenxin was both mentally and physically exhausted. He was barely holding on and had not collapsed. He was already at his last gasp.
Li Yue didn't even glance at him and Su Lie, even though this outcome was partly a result of his own indulgence.
But he's not a saint, so how could he smile and forgive them?
As the saying goes, three cobblers are equal to one Zhuge Liang, let alone the dynasty's elite present at this moment.
Chinese dynasties were seasoned veterans in dealing with droughts, employing methods such as reducing taxes, constructing water conservancy projects, distributing disaster relief grain, and preventing civil unrest.
As each task was arranged, the drought seemed less terrible.
But Li Yue understood, no, people would die, many, many people would die.
The drought lasted for three years, resulting in the deaths of at least hundreds of thousands of disaster victims. People who had no food or water struggled in a living hell.
Then go die...
The emperor suddenly fell silent, raised his hand to his forehead, and his expression was unreadable.
"Your Majesty, it's all my fault," Su Lie said dryly.
"Of course it's your fault. You were reckless and stupid, causing a huge disaster. And you, Wenxin, were so self-righteous and refused to listen to advice."
Li Yue unleashed a torrent of angry words, but Wen Xin felt relieved.
The fact that they're still cursing means they're not going to die. It doesn't matter if they die, but their friends will be dragged down by them.
Finally, Li Yue waved his hand, stripping the two of their titles and official positions, and sent Wen Xin to provide disaster relief. He would handle the money.
Su Lie received the order to personally build the Black Emperor Temple. "I don't care what you do, build the temple during the day, and kneel before me at night to beg for the Black Emperor's forgiveness."
After all the ministers went about their business, Li Yue sat alone, and Yan Pei handed him a cup of ginseng tea.
He smiled sarcastically. Keeping these two alive wasn't out of pity, but because they wanted to die with value. If death alone could absolve them of punishment, Li Yue would personally take action!
Even if someone is talented, the whole world belongs to the emperor. Would he not have anyone to do the job?
"To spread the mistakes made by Wen and Su to the people."
The emperor thought coldly, "The people must have an outlet for their frustrations."
"yes"
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