Sure enough, Emperor Jianing's expression eased. "Zhao Fu, do you think I did the wrong thing by leaving her behind? The Prince now carries the last wish of Taizu and keeps her alive. The Prince is now protecting her, making it really difficult for me to do so."
'If you really want to get rid of that person, no one in the world can stop you but you are just using the excuse of the crown prince.' But Zhao Fu did not dare to say it out loud he just lowered his eyes and said in a respectful voice, "Your Majesty, the Emperor's power is immense. The Di Family was only as good as it was back then. How dare a mere ant compete with the imperial family of Great Jing now?"
"That's not an ant." Emperor Jianing drank lowly, a look of satisfaction gradually appearing in his eyes.
"This old slave has spoken out of turn, Your Majesty, forgive me." Zhao Fu hurriedly knelt down and apologized his face showing fear and only after Emperor Jianing waved his hand 'nothing much' did he slowly retreat.
Ant? Master, if you knew that one day the Di Clan would be called a mere ant by a mere eunuch, would you have... surrendered the world back then?.
Emperor Jianing looked at the green iron sword place squarely on the desk at the top of the study and his low, inexplicable voice faintly emanated from the upper study pavilion. In the clear daylight a cold chill was created.
It was nearly dusk in the back hall of the Ministry of Rites.
Gong Jizhe has been busy all day long with the detailed arrangements of Anle Village. It was late in the evening that he drafted the rewards given by Emperor Jianing at the morning court and he was about to put pen to paper when a hurried yell rang out from outside the hall. His pen nib paused and a tiny glob of ink dripped onto the bright yellow scroll.
"Brother Gong, the weather is good today, and tomorrow is a holiday, so go with me to the Chu Pavilion and have a look around." A man wrapped in a somewhat unkempt court dress came in. In his early thirties with a mediocre appearance and a pair of eyes that were very lively.
Gong Jizhe is over fifty years old, an old man of two dynasties with a straightforward and stubborn nature and very few people are difficult for him to deal with.
"Nonsense. This Minister is a few dozen years older than you, so you can call him that , but don't come here every time you want to get close! A place like the Chu Pavilion is not to be mentioned freely by an important official of the court!." Gong Jizhe flicked his sleeve and looked at the stains on the decree with a headache, using a pen and ink to bring them over very quickly, blowing his beard and glaring, "Besides, the Ministry of the Treasury has offered a lot of rewards for the surrender of Anle Village. How can you have the leisure to wander around?"
The visitor was Qian Guangjin, the minister of the Ministry of the Treasury and Gong Jizhe thought for a moment that Qian Guangjin's parents had chosen a good name for him. As the richest merchant in the Great Jing Dynasty, in a mere five years, this money basket has paved a path for himself in the imperial court.
For no other reason than the fact that in the first few years of its existence, Great Jing had not been able to accumulate much silver, and that Emperor Jianing was a warlike emperor who had to spend most of his treasury on warfare every year and that in the last few years, when there was a shortage of silver in the war,he almost had to rely on tax increase to support the soldiers on the frontier.