The court officials opened their mouths, feeling indignant, but they felt as if a huge rock weighed down their chests, making it difficult for them to speak.
Emperor Mingxi put down his teacup and said with a sigh and a reminiscence, "My son, you are too soft-hearted and stubborn. He thinks that admitting one's mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue, but I don't think so—"
At this point, the emperor's eyes turned cold, as if they had split into thousands of silver needles, densely piercing the courtiers. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, my dear ministers. My body lies in the Purple Palace, and my soul is still with my son. I saw everything you did to him.
Emperor Mingxi frowned and said with a hint of regret: "What you did was not a big deal, but I cannot tolerate any grain of sand in my eyes."
The last few words were almost spoken through gritted teeth.
Obviously, his patience has reached its limit. If he mentions one more thing, the emperor will massacre the court.
Being able to rush back from the grave to support his son, these things must be like thorns in his eyes and thorns in his flesh.
Zhang Zhi raised his hands, slowly took off his black gauze hat, and bowed sincerely: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
As a Grand Secretary appointed by His Majesty, Zhang Zhi must not be an incompetent person. Even recommending Ying Cheng to join the cabinet was just a temporary measure.
He always stood by the little fat boy.
It's just that greed has intoxicated people's hearts, and controlling the emperor's joys and sorrows is too fascinating.
Zhang Zhi fell into the quagmire step by step. Although he pulled himself out in time in the end, it was true that he had once had murderous intentions towards the little fat boy.
Emperor Mingxi didn't kill them because he was just fed up with them.
What's the point of killing the same people hundreds of times?
Now that the child has been found, what His Majesty wants most is to spend more time with him and forget the difficult past.
Once a person of such a high status as Zhang Zhi expressed his opinion, the others were helpless and immediately resigned from their positions.
The movements were quick and decisive, without any delay.
Perhaps they also know that this concerns their own lives.
Emperor Mingxi must have had a plan for throwing so many people away at once, and all the talented people in the local areas were transferred up.
Vacant county official positions were selected from the students of the Imperial College. This group of officials were trained by the emperor according to the education plan of the fat boy.
Their minds are more flexible and they can inject new vitality into the country.
Emperor Mingxi's eyes were dark and he turned a deaf ear to those who kept chanting "Long live the emperor".
Whose turn is it next?
Before he had time to think, he felt something in his heart and knew that his son had woken up.
The air raid sirens at 1002 sounded immediately: "Danger, danger! Brother Tong, the fat kid is awake and crying loudly, come quickly!"
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