[Speaking of which, if the emperor were to die of anger, would we be allowed to feast at his banquet?]
Gua66: ...
Emperor Tai'an: ...
courtier:……
Well, Shi Yu's idea is very, very nice!
Don't be angry, don't be angry, don't be angry...
Emperor Tai'an took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
There are quite a few people in the world who want to attend his banquet.
"Fool!" Emperor Tai'an couldn't help but curse.
"Go back and confine yourself to your quarters for a month."
"If I find out you have done anything immoral again, I will depose you."
"Yes, Father, I dare not do it again."
"My son will definitely be a good person from now on and turn over a new leaf."
After the prince finished speaking with a sincere expression of remorse, he stood back up.
This farce has come to a temporary end.
However, the problems of the Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, the Minister of Revenue, and the Minister of Works have not yet been resolved.
"What are your thoughts on the renovation of the Imperial Ancestral Temple?"
"Your Majesty, we have no money!" The Minister of Revenue stepped forward and said.
Today, even the formal procedures have been omitted.
"The Minister of Works?" Emperor Tai'an turned around.
“Your Majesty, without money there are no people.” The Minister of Works was equally resolute.
"The Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices?"
Wan Shan, the Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, said, "Your Majesty, this must be repaired."
"This is not only your face, but also the face of our ancestors, and even more so the face of our great nation."
The Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices seized the opportunity and elevated him to a higher level.
As the saying goes, a new broom sweeps clean.
His position was obtained through illegitimate means, so how can he stay in it if he doesn't make the fire burn brighter?
The Minister of Revenue said, "If we don't repair it, we won't have the money. The national treasury's funds have all been allocated this year, and no one is allowed to touch them!"
The Minister of Works said, "Without money, where would people come from? We in the Ministry of Works have a lot of work to do."
The Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices said, "You are simply ungrateful traitors, hypocrites who have forgotten your ancestors. That is the ancestral temple."
What does money matter? What does a person matter?
"Both of you have to come out."
The Minister of Revenue said, "You're disrespectful to your superior, your official rank is lower than mine, yet you dare to cause trouble for me?"
"Oh my, who's selling concubines? One tael of silver each. You can even recycle them after you sell them. It's a good way to make money."
...
Soon, the three ministers started arguing like shrewish women shouting in the street.
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