The Ministry of revenue had no money, and anyone who asked the Emperor for money would be scolded and reprimanded. From time to time, old accounts would be dug up where the money had gone.
If he couldn't answer, he would lose his hat and even his head.
The Ministry of revenue was a lucrative job, but when it came to money, the Ministry of revenue had the most heads.
The crowd watched as he stepped forward.
Lord Xia was in danger.
It's over, he's dead for sure.
Even the Minister of revenue didn't dare to show his face, so if you did, wouldn't you be courting death?
Lord Xia stood in front of the hall, and the new emperor looked at him faintly, but his expression was strangely suppressing some anger. It even looked a little twisted and kind.
Your Majesty, the flood in Jiangnan has caused the people to lose their homes and live in poverty. I implore Your Majesty to start disaster relief measures to reduce the loss ... Lord Xia read it out slowly.
