(The previous chapter has been revised)
The ministers: "..."
Emperor Hongde smiled broadly and secretly gave her a thumbs up.
Well said.
Jiang Shumiao said innocently, "The imperial examination system selects more talents for the court, and the equal-field system ensures that the people can have enough to eat. The common people benefit from this, isn't this the great way?"
“The princess is right. The imperial advisor has the well-being of the people at heart and should reside in the imperial court to share the emperor’s burdens.”
The aristocratic families wanted Wen Zhixuan dead, while the poor families wanted him to live.
Today's situation is, in reality, the first time that powerful families and humble families have clashed head-on.
Zhang Yunjian frowned and said coldly, "The princess is the reincarnation of a goddess, and the imperial advisor is a member of the Xuanmen sect. I believe that cultivators should take it upon themselves to eliminate evil and wickedness, for this is the true path of righteousness."
Jiang Shumiao blinked. "Didn't I just kill a snake demon last year? I ate all the snake meat, and even made a sword from the snake bones for my sister."
Zhang Yunjian: "..."
How did she manage to say the harshest things in the most innocent tone?
I've always heard of demons eating people, never people eating demons.
Before he could react, Jiang Shumiao continued, "I have already eliminated all the evil masters of the immortal sects. They should be being punished in the underworld now. Do you want to see them? Maybe you can even see your ancestors."
Everyone: "..."
Emperor Hongde almost burst out laughing, but pretended to scold him, saying, "Don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not making this up."
Jiang Shumiao crossed her little hands and said innocently, "Those who do evil in life will be punished in the underworld after death. The Ten Kings of Hell each do their own thing. The Book of Life and Death, the Judge's Pen, the Road to the Underworld, the River of Oblivion, the Soup of Forgetfulness, and the Eighteen Levels of Hell are not just for show."
Wen Zhixuan remained silent.
Jiang Shumiao preserved his dignity, preventing anyone from seeing his most humiliating experience.
Faced with this situation, he really couldn't bring himself to speak.
Many people did not look well.
Few officials in the imperial court have clean hands. Especially those from powerful families, who have done many unethical things by abusing their power.
Who wouldn't be afraid?
Jiang Shumiao continued, "The Immortal Realm has deep ties with me, and if it faces any danger in the future, I will certainly lend a helping hand. Although he is a member of the Xuanmen sect, he is still a mortal. Serving in the court, thinking of the nation, and bringing peace to the world are his duties. As for anything else—"
She thought of something and turned to look at Wen Zhixuan, who had already stood up, "What was your ancestor's name?"
Wen Zhixuan's lips moved slightly.
"Is the princess going to help me find my ancestors?"
Jiang Shumiao nodded hesitantly, "It's not impossible."
When she traveled among mortals in the past, she rarely appeared as a god, much less bestow divine artifacts upon them. It's astonishing that this so-called ancestor of the Wen family still knew her title.
That's pretty amazing.
Wen Zhixuan paused for a moment, then said, "Thank you, Princess."
Jiang Shumiao understood.
This is a private matter and I cannot tell others.
She looked at Emperor Hongde again and said, "Uncle, I'm hungry."
Emperor Hongde quickly ordered a meal, as he couldn't let his little ancestor go hungry.
He looked at the assembled officials and said, "Disperse."
How could we let such a carefully orchestrated scheme go so easily?
Minister of Rites Cheng Jing said, "Your Majesty, please wait."
Emperor Hongde frowned. "Is there anything else, Minister Cheng?"
Jiang Shumiao looked up at him.
Cheng Ningqin's father is Zhao Huaichu's uncle.
Cheng Jing cupped his hands and said, "Since the year before last, the rumors that Princess Fule is the reincarnation of a goddess have spread throughout the land, but the people are foolish and still have doubts. Therefore, I humbly request that an altar be built for the princess to offer sacrifices to Heaven and allow her to ascend to heaven in front of all the people. With the goddess's protection, our dynasty will surely prosper for ten thousand generations."
Cao Yinglin, the Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, echoed, "The Court of Imperial Sacrifices will certainly cooperate with the Ministry of Rites to preside over the ceremony of worshipping Heaven and ascending to heaven. We humbly request Your Majesty's permission."
Pang Yi, the Vice Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, twitched his eyelids but remained silent.
Minister of Revenue Zhao Shiyao followed up, saying, "Your humble servant will immediately return to prepare all expenses for overseeing the construction of the altar, and cooperate with the Ministry of Works to complete it as soon as possible."
Minister of Works Song Weiqian's face turned green.
He was promoted by the late emperor, and his son is now the current emperor's son-in-law. These powerful families want to drag him down with them.
"His Majesty…"
Before Song Weiqian could even express his loyalty, Xiao Yitang became furious.
"My daughter is only four years old, yet you are plotting to separate us. What are your intentions?"
Everyone was taken aback.
The ministers are gathered here today because they want to step over Wen Zhixuan's corpse and drive away this god, Jiang Shumiao.
But they forgot that the person's own mother was still there.
Xiao Yitang rarely loses her temper, but when she does, it's terrifying.
Holding her daughter's hand, she sneered repeatedly, "You keep shouting about the greater good and the well-being of the people, but in the end you can't even manage to comfort them. That's incompetence."
Cheng Jing, Cao Yinglin, and Zhao Shiyao all looked unpleasant.
"Your Highness is mistaken..."
Xiao Yitang interrupted coldly, "Whether my daughter is human or divine is all based on rumors spread by you. She vanquishes evil spirits and protects the peace of the region, and the local people have built statues of her, with countless believers. Lord Cheng just mentioned that the people have doubts. I don't know who has doubts, or what their doubts are."
Cheng Jing: "..."
Jiang Shumiao's eyes sparkled.
[Mommy is so handsome! Mommy is so mighty! Mommy is so awesome!]
Xiao Yitang looked down into her daughter's bright eyes and smiled.
"Your Highness..."
Before Cao Yinglin could say anything, Xiao Yitang's expression changed instantly. "What, is the Court of Imperial Sacrifices so idle? I remember last year, the Vice Minister's wife spoke rudely to my daughter, which led to a thunderbolt that shattered the Pang family's plaque. Could it be that Lord Pang also has doubts about this?"
Pang Yi cursed Cao Yinglin's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.
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