"Enfeoffment Order?"
Qin Yuan smiled faintly: "Madam, why do you suddenly think of asking this?"
Yan Jiaoran stuck out her tongue and said teasingly, "You just told me about it a few days ago, but I didn't expect His Majesty to issue it so soon."
"Uh..." Qin Yuan smiled awkwardly and said nothing.
Yan Jiaoran raised her eyes to look at him and spoke first, "Tell me, is there a traitor in your family?"
Qin Yuan shook his head: "My lady, you think too much. Only you and I know about this matter. How can there be any traitor?"
His martial arts skills are not acquired in vain, no one in this world can hide from him.
Yan Jiaoran stared at Qin Yuan, the corners of her mouth curled up sweetly, and asked, "Does that mean you and His Majesty have a telepathic connection?"
"Pah, pah, pah!"
Qin Yuan pouted several times, looking a little flustered, "Madam, are you kidding me?"
"It's just that the Empress has capable people around her."
"This Enfeoffment Order isn't hard to come up with, so it's normal for someone to come up with it."
"Oh?" Yan Jiaoran raised her eyebrows and hummed softly, "Really?"
Qin Yuan said hurriedly: "Yes!"
"And the Enfeoffment Order issued by those stupid women is just similar to mine in terms of thinking."
"Although the reduction of vassal power was successful in the short term, in the long run, it will actually have a fatal consequence that will shorten the Great Zhou's national destiny."
"Ah?!" Yan Jiaoran was shocked.
She originally wanted to show off in front of Qin Yuan and demonstrate her abilities.
After all, the Enfeoffment Order she issued was carefully studied by Murong Yanran and some court officials.
It should be a perfect and impeccable strategy, enough to be recorded in history.
How could there be a fatal loophole that would even shorten the fate of the Great Zhou?
This is impossible!
Thinking of this, Yan Jiaoran said in a deep voice: "Don't scare me, I don't see any consequences."
Qin Yuan tapped Ming Zhanxue's forehead with his finger and said with a smile:
"My lady, you think too simply."
"The Enfeoffment Order I envision is one that will be lowered generation by generation until one becomes a commoner. At that point, they will no longer have any ties to the court and will not need to pay any money from the court."
"But the Enfeoffment Order implemented by that stupid woman is different. To reduce resistance, she deliberately set the lowest rank. It may seem that there is not much difference, but in fact it is far from it."
Yan Jiaoran obviously didn't understand what Qin Yuan meant and smiled indifferently.
"There are only a few dozen princes, dukes, and generals guarding the country. There's not much difference, right?"
Qin Yuan chuckled and pinched Yan Jiaoran's face.
"My lady, I dare say you never learned arithmetic well when you were little."
As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became silent, as if one could hear a pin drop.
The corners of Yan Jiaoran's mouth twitched slightly, and she felt that she was being despised.
What does this have to do with her math?
She asked someone else to calculate it!
Murong Yanran obtained this result after carefully calculating for a full hour.
There will be no problem!
Because Murong Yanran's mathematics skills are so good that even the doctors in the Imperial College feel inferior to her.
She was very relieved that there would be no problem.
This bastard must be talking nonsense!
Yan Jiaoran pushed Qin Yuan's restless hand away and asked:
"Then tell me, what's the problem?"
Qin Yuan asked casually:
"How many generations do you think the Great Zhou will last? Will each emperor only have one son?"
"Or, in other words, the other princes will have nothing to do in their fiefdoms in the future. Won't they just make babies every day?"
Yan Jiaoran pondered for a moment, and suddenly her eyes lit up, revealing a look of sudden enlightenment.
"You're right. They should all be demoted to commoners. It wouldn't cost them anything like this!"
Qin Yuan was speechless for a moment and put the melon back.
Yan Jiaoran frowned and asked, "Why? Isn't that what you mean?"
Qin Yuan smiled and said, "My lady, go get the chessboard and find some millet."
"What do the chessboard and millet have to do with the question I asked?"
"Of course it does." Qin Yuan stretched. "Put one grain of rice on the first square of the chessboard, two grains on the second square, four grains on the third square, and eight grains on the fourth square... Place them in this ratio, and you'll understand soon, my lady."
"After you understand, we can talk about the following questions."
Yan Jiaoran immediately found the chessboard and millet and began to carefully put them away in the study.
"The fifth box, sixteen pills; the sixth box, thirty-two pills; the seventh box, sixty-four pills..."
After a long time, Yan Jiaoran looked at the countless millets on the chessboard, and looked at Qin Yuan who was lying on the chair calmly.
After being stunned for a long time, he muttered: "Chessboard... eight grains of rice..."
Yan Jiaoran was surprised and said in her heart, what am I doing?
I must be bored because I'm full!
Working on math here!
It knows me, but I don’t know it!
What a waste of precious time!
Yan Jiaoran raised her eyebrows, flipped the chessboard, and said angrily, "You are a bully, tell me now!"
My wife's frustrated look is just like those people who have been tortured by mathematics thousands of times in their previous lives.
Qin Yuan chuckled and explained concisely, "My lady, think about it. Suppose there are two princes in the first generation, and each of them has two sons. Then the second generation will have four sons."
"Then the tenth generation is one thousand and twenty-four."
"But now there are more than thirty princes, and each of them has four or five sons. If we continue to follow this pattern, by the ninth generation, there will be millions of people!"
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