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Chapter 734 Long Live the Emperor! (4)
Before Yu Muhuai arrived, Wan Zhixin was still very obedient to Ping Qinian.

However, behind the scenes, Wan Zhixin's plan to deal with Ping Qinian was becoming increasingly mature.

The inner thoughts of the ministers in the imperial court were even more complex.

Why is the Emperor suddenly contradicting the Ninth Prince? Is it on purpose?

[Could it be that the Emperor has realized the importance of the postal stations? Oh, that's wonderful! Postal stations are so important! That grandson of Song Xian is only after his own interests!]

This seems to be more than just a matter of a post station; it's a serious issue of two tigers fighting. I feel somewhat apprehensive.

[I sense the winds of change are shifting in the court; we lowly officials should probably keep our heads down and get to work.]

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After a long while, the Nine Thousand Years Old Ping Qinian broke the silence.

He asked, "Your Majesty, I believe that the existence of post stations is dispensable. In that case, it would be better to abolish them all than to keep a group of corrupt post station workers."

Yu Muhuai glanced at Ping Qinian sideways, his lips curving upwards into a dazzling smile.

Seeing that smile, as clear as the clouds after the rain, everyone present was stunned once again.

Wan Zhixin used to be serious and always had a furrowed brow, looking preoccupied and much older than her peers.

Even when he agreed with all of Ping Qinian's opinions in the past, he rarely smiled.

Not to mention seeing him grinning like that now, his eyes practically squinting.

"My dear minister, in my opinion, the post stations should not be abolished."

Under Yu Muhuai's gaze, Ping Qinian was momentarily dazed.

He tried to stop himself from speaking, but he couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Your Majesty, I would like to hear the details."

Yu Muhuai nodded, then turned to all the court officials and explained in a firm and resounding voice.

"Firstly, the post stations were responsible for transporting official documents, providing officials with places to rest, drink water, change horses, and stay overnight."

If it is banned, it will inevitably affect the transmission of official documents from the imperial court. If there is an emergency battle report from the border, do we have to wait until the enemy is at our doorstep before we receive the news?

Secondly, the delivery of letters home for ordinary people will also be affected. Some people who are officials or businessmen in other places will not receive news from their families for a long time, which will inevitably affect their mood at work.

Mood is very important; when I'm in a bad mood, it affects my judgment of memorials.

A good mood is essential for better work and for making greater contributions to the country.

I'm sure you all feel the same way; when you're in a bad mood, you can't concentrate on your work.

Thirdly, there are tens of thousands of post station workers. If such a large number of people become unemployed due to the closure of the post stations, do you know how much impact this would have on the country?

When a person is starving, they can do anything. Moreover, the northwest suffered a poor harvest in the first half of the year, and many areas are experiencing famine.

"If a group of unemployed people were to flood in now, do I really need to remind you of the immense impact it would have on the starving people?"

When Yu Muhuai spoke the last few sentences, his voice suddenly increased.

At this time, the emperor's power reached its zenith, and his voice boomed like thunder, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

This is the majesty of the supreme ruler, the aura of the true dragon emperor.

Overwhelmed by such imposing presence, the officials couldn't help but kneel down.

"Your Majesty, rest your anger."

Seeing the sea of ​​people kneeling below, Yu Muhuai instantly lost his stern demeanor.

She smiled again.

"I am not blaming you, but merely stating a fact. What do you think, my beloved ministers?"

Upon hearing the Emperor's gentle and soothing words, the ministers immediately felt the oppressive atmosphere from just moments before dissipate.

The air seemed much fresher.

They remained kneeling on the ground, some of them not recognizing each other, glancing at each other as if trying to make eye contact.

What should we do?

[What does Your Majesty wish to do?] "My beloved ministers, rise. The ground is cold; please stand up and speak."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

In a short while, a group of people stood up again.

Ping Qinian was still pondering the significance of Yu Muhuai's words.

Seeing that the Ninth Prince did not speak, many people did not dare to speak first.

"Your Majesty, I believe that the post stations should not be abolished."

Just then, someone stepped forward and broke the deadlock.

Yu Muhuai stared intently at it.

The one standing in front, bowing and speaking, was Fan Jinchang, a Grand Secretary of the Dongge Pavilion.

In her previous life, when Wan Zhixin's soul was wandering around, she came to Fan Jinchang's house.

He left a suicide note, which read: "As a subject of the Cong Kingdom, I have no regrets in dying because I have failed to eliminate the enemy and avenge my shame."

He then took his entire family of thirty-three with him and died alongside Wan Zhixin.

Fan Jinchang is 50 years old this year. He is an upright and honest man who adheres to the principle of "not accepting entrustment or gifts" and stands proudly in the chaotic world.

For the first time, Yu Muhuai showed a genuine smile when facing Fan Jinchang.

Big White: You must have been putting yourself through that fake smile for so long.

"Oh? Minister Fan agrees with my viewpoint?"

Fan Jinchang bowed slightly and clasped his hands in greeting.

"Yes, Your Majesty. There are still hidden dangers in the northwest, the number of starving people is increasing, and the Jian Kingdom is also stirring up trouble on the border."

In such an unstable situation, I also believe it would be inappropriate to rashly abolish the post stations that have existed stably since the founding of the nation.

With voices of approval, there will naturally be voices of opposition.

Before Yu Muhuai rejected it, the Ninth Prince had voted in favor.

As a result, some members of the eunuch faction couldn't wait to jump out and show off in front of Ping Qinian.

"In my opinion..."

"In my opinion..."

Yu Muhuai maintained a fake smile on his face, while cursing them one by one in his heart.

You keep thinking, thinking, thinking... a few more "thinks" and you're done for!

At the same time, she made a mental note of these people, preparing to deal with them one by one later.

After Ping Qinian fell from power in the previous life, these people were surprisingly quick to pledge their loyalty to Wan Zhixin.

When the enemy forces stormed the imperial city, they surrendered faster than anyone else.

The people below the stage were still talking non-stop, but unseen venomous snakes had already snaked up and clung to their bodies.

Their arguments are just a few repetitive points.

It was nothing more than embezzlement within a post station and excessive wages.

"Your Majesty, I believe that the money saved can be used to resist the Northwest Jian Kingdom army and increase the military pay of our own army."

In her previous life, it was this sentence that completely moved Wan Zhixin.

Yu Muhuai's smile vanished, and he let out a cold snort.

The emperor, who had just been smiling, suddenly changed his expression, and Ding Yuzhao, the Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, immediately broke out in a cold sweat and trembled.

“Minister Ding, the annual salary of more than 10,000 post station workers would not even cover half a month’s worth of the Northwest army’s pay.”

But their contribution far outweighs the half-month's salary. So, in your eyes, throwing the baby out with the bathwater is such a simple thing.

Ding Yuzhao immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

Wish you sweet dreams and good night (づ￣3￣)づ╭～
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