When the imperial edict was read, it was posted on a plaque for passers-by to see.
Many people were whispering, looking dazed.
Although the handwriting on the imperial edict was childish, each stroke was carefully written and had its own style.
"No, this is not true!" Someone knelt on the ground, beating his chest and stamping his feet, looking extremely regretful.
The people passing by gave him strange looks, but he didn't care. He stumbled to his feet and ran towards the resettlement site.
In a mud brick house, a dozen people gathered together, all wearing thick cotton jackets.
Although he has some white hair, he looks very energetic and not very old.
Seeing the man come back, they all looked at him expectantly.
The man's mouth trembled, but he didn't say anything.
But the people who were looking at him couldn't wait any longer: "Speak up! Are the rumors here true? Are those who spread rumors really going to be kicked out of the soap factory?"
"Yes!" the man roared and fell to his knees dejectedly.
"I heard from the blue-robed students that the factory is a place for work. We are not the ones who gossip. His Highness will not tolerate anyone who stirs up trouble in the factory. His Highness said that anyone who shouts or wants to leave will be sent back, and the factories run by the court will never hire them again!"
He himself was not very literate, but every time the imperial edict was read out, there would be someone to read it aloud and explain it.
When he heard these words, his heart sank. They were just some rumors, how could His Highness know them?
Even if we knew, how could we send them all back just because of these girls' quarrels?
The salary at the soap factory is so good that we can have meat every day.
You don't have to pay for anything you do there, and if you do a good job, the factory will reward you.
After hearing what he said, some people began to regret: "It's all your fault. What are you yelling about all the time? Not to mention that you haven't seen those brothel girls, even if you have, have you ever been their wives? Now look, His Highness wants to drive us all away! Such a great place, I won't leave!"
"Didn't that family up ahead make a scene in front of the warden yesterday? Do you think the warden went and complained?"
The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman with slender features.
His words were full of resentment.
This guard is such a jerk! How dare they bring this up with the Crown Prince? They're just trying to distance themselves from someone shady, yet they're bringing this to the top. No wonder he looks so shifty.
She only dared to think so in her heart, but she said it honestly with her mouth.
"So what if he was the one who complained? Do you still dare to make a scene in front of him?"
"But we still want to work in the factory. It was the little god who found it for us. Why are they kicking us out?"
"Look at you, you fool! Do you know who wrote the imperial edict? It was His Majesty!"
Hearing these people arguing, the man looked up: "Today's imperial edict was written by the prince!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's heart sank.
There were more than ten people crammed into the narrow room, and their breathing could be heard.
Someone swallowed and said, "That young man yesterday..."
He only said half of his words, but everyone understood what he meant.
Could that young master with such an extraordinary demeanor be the crown prince?
The air suddenly stagnated. Just as everyone was silent, the sound of orderly footsteps could be heard outside. Someone stopped in front of the house and shouted, "Uncle, aunt, let's go together and ask for an explanation!"
The door slammed open, and a dozen eyes were looking at the person who spoke.
The man felt his whole body crawling with fear after being stared at. He smiled awkwardly and said, "So many people?"
"Nephew, why do you want an explanation?" The middle-aged woman rushed out and eagerly pulled the young man's arm.
The man pulled her hand away from his arm and said, "A lot of people have been driven away from our resettlement sites, and now they're telling the villagers to sit in front of the factory! My aunt said it's very busy there, and they can't handle it without so many people all of a sudden."
The middle-aged woman rolled her narrow eyes and said, "But that was the order of the little god!"
The young man waved his hand and said sternly, "Everyone knows that the immortal is extremely kind. If it weren't for his order, we wouldn't dare to ask for your help."
The group of people looked at each other and clenched their fists: "Let's go too. We don't believe that the little immortal can really drive us away!"
Jiang Yuanxing personally went to the soap factory to read out the imperial edict. He didn't care how many people collapsed on the spot. He put the imperial edict aside, turned around and returned to the palace to report.
But when he came back, the little fat boy was already asleep.
The emperor summoned Jiang Yuanxing to ask him what had happened and was quite surprised.
How could his child, who loves the people so much, be so cruel as to cut off these rotten flesh?
When the truth comes out!
The emperor was also quite amused. Was this the cruel thing he mentioned?
It would not be excessive to kill all these people. His child is the emperor destined by heaven, and there is nothing he can do wrong.
I have to teach him some more ways to kill without blinking an eye.
The emperor thought so and said, "That's right." He waved his hand and let Jiang Yuanxing go.
Jiang Yuanxing bathed in this extremely calm gaze, which was like an endlessly cold pond, and layers of cold sweat appeared on his back.
He thought that His Majesty would punish him for presumptuous behavior, but unexpectedly he received a compliment from His Majesty.
So, His Majesty asked him to come over to clean up the mess for the Crown Prince?
Jiang Yuanxing went downstairs thoughtfully.
"A-1."
A dark shadow suddenly appeared: "I'm here."
Emperor Mingxi took the teacup, lowered his head, and slowly drank a sip of tea before saying, "Go and watch over them for me. ... Kill them without mercy."
The few words in the middle were barely audible, and Jia Yi took the order and left.
A sweet taste rose in the emperor's mouth, and he seemed to have sensed something and opened his collar.
Saw the spreading darkness.
"Practicing Taoism..." A few playful words dissipated in the hall.
The emperor picked up the scroll again.
The next day, the sky was bright.
When the little fat boy woke up, the emperor was still asleep.
At first the little fat boy was a little surprised, but after seeing it so many times, he was no longer surprised.
Seeing that he was a little far away from his father, the little fat boy slowly crawled over and lay down next to the emperor.
Emperor Mingxi instinctively reached out and pressed his collar.
?
The little fat boy stretched out his hand, looked at himself, and pinched his face.
Turning around, he saw Wu Zhonghe coming in after hearing the noise: "Banban, do I look like I'm good at taking advantage of others?"
Wu Zhonghe tried to hold back his laughter, thinking, you look like someone will take advantage of you.
Seeing his father frown slightly, the little fat boy immediately stopped talking and waved to Wu Zhonghe: "Banban, you go down."
Wu Zhonghe was quick to accept advice.
The little fat boy lay on his father's nose, and even though the emperor was asleep, he could feel the warmth.
But she reached out and patted him gently on the back.
Such a deep and loving father and son.
The little fat boy opened his eyes and wondered what consequences the decree he issued yesterday would bring.
How will others view him?
Will anyone scold him?
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