"Father, you can first ask the nobles to donate to the disaster-affected commoners, who certainly will be reluctant. Then, with the news revealed, naturally, everyone will know what to do."
Emperor Xuanming, "Why do you demand so much from the nobles, my son?"
"The disaster-stricken commoners have nothing left, while the nobles remain unaffected. Such a contribution is not too much, nor excessive. After all, their wealth is granted by the Royal Family." Li Chongjin spoke bluntly, echoing his own thoughts, regardless of his father's attitude towards him. After all, doing more good deeds to accumulate merit for his late mother was boundless in virtue.
"Chongjin, I think there is some sense in what you say. You may leave now," Emperor Xuanming said no more, dismissing him.
Li Chongjin bowed, turned, and left, as if the Emperor's decision had nothing to do with him.
Yuzhou.
