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You don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of a household; you don't know how poor a country is until you're in power.
Mu Run lay sprawled on the carved dragon-patterned desk made of golden nanmu wood, fiddling with the abacus and writing down astronomical figures on a piece of paper. The expenses of a nation are indeed incomparable to those of a family; they are completely different things.
"How about we skip the coronation ceremony and save the money for construction?" Mu Run said to Fu Yunchen, his eyes dark and his face weary.
Fu Yunchen smiled and glanced at her, "It's alright, your husband is rich."
Mu Run: "Where did you come from?"
Fu Yunchen said, "It was swept out during the spring cleaning."
Mu Run looked at him and suddenly realized, "You... did you plan this day all along, letting those corrupt officials abuse their power for personal gain and then sweep them away in one fell swoop? And while you were at it, you also dealt with all those old officials of the Northern Jin Dynasty and replaced them with your own people."
"Hehe, Run'er is so smart." Fu Yunchen walked over and picked her up. "But you should rest, otherwise Huanhuan and Tuantuan won't recognize you when they come back."
"They dare! They've gone too far! They even dare to disown their own mothers."
"I dare not deny it. You really should rest. Leave the rest to me." Fu Yunchen carried her back to the inner palace.
Mu Run rubbed his slightly aching forehead. "I need to find a way to earn some money."
"Yes, I know, I know everything." Fu Yunchen placed her on the dragon bed.
Just as he was about to straighten up, Mu Run suddenly grabbed his clothes, pulled him forcefully to the inside of the tatami mat, and then rolled over and pinned him down. "This is too difficult! I need to relieve my stress!"
She lowered her head and kissed his lips.
The bright yellow curtains were drawn, and soon the sound of panting could be heard from inside.
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After Mu Run fell asleep, Fu Yunchen got up and left the bed.
He was still full of energy and showed no signs of fatigue.
After changing into a fitted brocade robe with dark gold embroidery, he instructed the palace maids to take good care of Mu Run before leaving the inner palace.
Mu Run wrote and drew a lot of numbers, and he didn't know how she calculated them, but the accuracy was very high, and it coincided with what he had in mind.
Pick up one of the papers, on which is written crookedly: "Road construction and stable development."
Fu Yunchen sat down and carefully read through all the things Mu Run had written, including those that had been thrown into the wastebasket.
The more he looked, the more interesting it became, making him want to delve into her memories and explore her world.
Qiao Dongzi came over with an envelope in his hand.
He knocked on the palace door. "Boss, I've finished asking the questions."
Fu Yunchen gestured to the person across the table, "Sit down."
"Where's your sister-in-law?" Qiao Dongzi asked casually.
“She’s resting.” Fu Yunchen looked up at him. “What kind of seat do you want?”
Qiao Dongzi looked up and scratched his ear, a little embarrassed, and said, "I want to go back to the village. I don't really want to go to the imperial court. I used to be just a peasant. I could do odd jobs with the boss, but I really can't become an official in the imperial court."
Fu Yunchen smiled and said, "Think about it again. You can ask your sister-in-law what she wants you to do."
Qiao Dongzi nodded, "Okay, thank you, boss."
As he was about to leave the palace, Fu Yunchen said again, "You are actually the smartest among these people, knowing when to do what. But what you are worried about will not happen. I am someone who can even abandon the emperor."
Qiao Dongzi's body stiffened, and he bowed respectfully to Fu Yunchen, "Yes, boss."
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