The rebels in the south of the country have joined forces and are now in a stalemate with the army of the Mang Kingdom. They cannot break through in the short term and can only deal with the situation at hand.
"This is Commandant Yi," General A introduced Fang Zhiyi at the dinner table, holding up his wine glass.
Fang Zhiyi praised him repeatedly and stood up to clink glasses. Yi Taiwei looked at the emperor in front of him. He had only heard rumors before, but he did not expect that this guy was really outrageous. Thinking that he was now on equal footing with the emperor, Yi Taiwei was a little proud.
After the dinner party ended, Fang Zhiyi gave him some gifts, which surprised and delighted Yi Taiwei.
Unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyi is quite sensible, and... Li Kingdom is indeed wealthy, so generous? No wonder the king is worried about Teng Shuchang becoming too powerful.
With Yi Taiwei taking over the administration of the court and the supervision of the banks, Teng Shuchang could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He could now focus on dealing with the Li Chao army in the south.
As for Fang Zhiyi, his undercover agents were still keeping an eye on him, but there was nothing new to see. Fang Zhiyi seemed to only care about doing business and having fun. He was getting tired of hearing the daily reports, so he simply ordered that he no longer needed to come and report every day unless it was a special occasion.
Fang Zhiyi opened several more shops, including grain shops and pawnshops. He even bought a restaurant for the convenience of drinking, which became his ideal life. He became a wealthy man, and his banking business alone was enough to make him rich.
Yi Taiwei's requirements for him were also very low. He only needed to show his face in the court from time to time. His main task was to issue surrender orders to cities that refused to surrender. However, although the surrender orders were issued, they did not have much effect.
Fang Zhiyi's reputation has plummeted. As the emperor, he only knows how to enjoy himself and even serves the enemy. Countless people from Lichao are filled with anger when they mention his name.
But none of this could stop Fang Zhiyi's good life. He still spent his days either taking walks or making money, and then drinking heavily with those Mangchao people. He used to drink with the military generals, and now he drinks with the newly arrived civil officials.
"Why is this person kneeling here in this freezing weather?" A Mangchao official looked at the woman kneeling by the roadside with a puzzled expression.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at it and laughed, "You don't know this, but here, the dead are laid to rest. Some families are so poor that they would sell themselves to pay for their parents' funeral."
"Oh...so that means I can just buy it back with money?" an official said with a sly grin.
Fang Zhiyi, however, became interested: "Let me try first." He stepped forward and squatted down, glancing at the woman. The woman looked at the frivolous man in front of her, her eyes filled with resentment. The outrageousness of the Emperor of the Li Dynasty had already spread throughout the world.
"I like this, it's mine!" Fang Zhiyi took out some silver and threw it on the ground.
"Hahahaha." Several officials laughed. The fact that the emperor of the Li Dynasty was buying off his own people was laughable. In their eyes, Fang Zhiyi was sometimes more of a joke, so no one took it seriously.
The woman buried her father that day and then moved into Fang Zhiyi's small courtyard without causing any disturbance.
Fang Zhiyi seemed to enjoy the feeling of throwing money at people. One day she would give a silver ingot to a man who had escaped from the battlefield and have him lead her horse, and the next day she would pick up a beggar with a high fever.
The officials of the Mang Dynasty did not understand, so Fang Zhiyi said, "If you do good deeds and accumulate virtue, you won't have to be an emperor in your next life."
Everyone was stunned. Was this even human language?
Fang Zhiyi laughed again: "The most important thing is to tell them that I'm rich! Hahahaha!"
No one thought there was anything wrong with Fang Zhiyi; these days, he practically had the words "rich person" written all over his face.
However, no one stopped Fang Zhiyi from doing so. Several high-ranking officials of the Mang Dynasty knew that Fang Zhiyi's final fate was death. No matter how much he earned, it would all belong to the ruler in the future.
As always, Fang Zhiyi went to the palace. First, she wrote several letters of persuasion to surrender, carefully affixed her official seal, and then, accompanied by the eunuch Dexiang, jogged back to the small courtyard she had bought.
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