Emperor Chongzhen was too extreme.

Chapter 6 Zhang Weixian: The Great Ming Pill
Then, another official submitted a memorial.

"The Ministry of Justice submitted a memorial stating that 100,000 taels of silver are needed for disaster relief in northern Shaanxi due to drought."

Zhu Youjian remained firmly seated on the dragon throne, calmly stating, "Let's discuss this again."

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The new emperor's three consecutive "we'll discuss it later" left most of the officials in the court bewildered.

But at that moment, they didn't know what to say.

The Emperor said we'd discuss it later, but that doesn't mean we won't discuss it at all.

Can they just stand up and let the emperor make a decision right now?

They could only say things in a roundabout way, implying that the situation was urgent and that the Emperor should make a decision as soon as possible.

Then another official stepped forward.

"Your humble servant, Inspector General and Vice Censor-in-Chief Yang Suoxiu, impeaches Minister of War Cui Chengxiu!"

Upon hearing that someone was impeaching the eunuch faction, all the civil and military officials perked up and pricked up their ears.

Then everyone heard the phrase "we'll discuss it later" again.

Then, a Ministry of Works official named Lu Chengyuan stepped forward.

Compared to Yang Suoxiu, he was much more aggressive.

Not only was Cui Chengxiu impeached, but Wei Zhongxian was also impeached, and the two were severely reprimanded in front of all the officials.

In response, Wei Zhongxian and Cui Chengxiu immediately knelt down and cried out for justice.

What was Zhu Youjian's attitude?
We will discuss this further at a later date, without a doubt.

The officials standing in the court were completely bewildered.

What does the Emperor really mean by saying that everything, big or small, will be discussed later?
The reason is that he is still grieving over the passing of the late emperor and is unable to handle state affairs.

They are still holding back, preparing to launch a major offensive.

Or perhaps, he hasn't figured out how to be an emperor yet?
Many officials tend to favor the last guess.

After all, they chose a lazy prince who had lost his parents to be the emperor, wasn't that the reason?
However, Zhang Weixian, the commander of the Beijing garrison, clenched his fists silently at this moment.

As the most powerful figure in the current elite group, Zhang Weixian appears to be living a life of endless glory, but in reality, he is extremely fearful inside.

There is no other reason.

Nobles and officials were closely connected with the nation, and the precedent of the Tumu Crisis was still fresh in their minds; his ancestor Zhang Fu had died in that war.

Now, the Liaodong campaign is suffering repeated defeats, and the threat from the Later Jin is growing stronger every day. Even the most important Beijing garrison in the Forbidden City is riddled with holes!
He had to step up and do something to change this hopeless situation.

But what exactly does the new emperor mean?
In Zhang Weixian's original plan.

The new emperor has just ascended the throne and is full of enthusiasm; he will surely work hard to govern the country.

All he had to do was explain the current stakes to the new emperor, and the new emperor would surely give his full support to his reforms.

But His Majesty's repeated requests to "discuss it later" made Zhang Weixian hesitate.

Does His Majesty intend to completely ignore all matters of state?!
Zhang Weixian secretly glanced at the young man on the dragon throne, trying to find some clue from his expression.

But from the start of the morning court session until now, he found that he had not been able to catch a single useful clue.

The young emperor, who appeared expressionless, exuded a palpable sense of oppressive power.

Zhang Weixian couldn't help but swallow.

After struggling with his thoughts for a moment, he decided to stick to his original idea.

After the officials of the Court of State Ceremonial announced his name.

Zhang Weixian stepped forward.

"Your subject Zhang Weixian has important matters to report from the Beijing Garrison!"

Upon hearing the words "Beijing Garrison," all the civil and military officials perked up.

Beijing camp, health center
Some things are taboo and cannot be mentioned at all.

Several elderly men with white hair and beards at the front of the officials narrowed their eyes as they watched Zhang Weixian's retreating figure.

Zhu Youjian remained seated on the dragon throne, showing no sign of emotion.

"The capital garrison has a strength of over 120,000 men, but fewer than 20,000 are capable of fighting!"

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above the hall.

Zhang Weixian recounted the current state of the Beijing Garrison point by point.

The appalling practices included: receiving salaries without working; officers treating lower-ranking soldiers like slaves; officers arbitrarily abusing soldiers; lower-ranking soldiers not receiving a penny of pay for months; desertion; complete neglect of training; lack of warhorses; and outdated firearms.
Each shocking example ultimately points to one conclusion—the Ming Dynasty is doomed!
As Zhang Weixian spoke, an eerie silence fell over the vast court.

Most people know what Zhang Weixian is talking about.

But saying it in front of everyone is wrong of you. Duke Zhang, what are your true intentions in saying these things?
now.

In the deathly quiet court, everyone awaited the new emperor's response.

Regardless of the actual weighting.

As long as the emperor is alive, his voice is the supreme will of the court.

If His Majesty says he wants to thoroughly investigate this matter, then they will still have to conduct a thorough investigation on the surface.

As for whether the Beijing Garrison is truly that rotten, that won't be up to Zhang Guogong to decide alone.

If Your Majesty's actions were merely a fit of anger, then the reform of the Beijing Garrison is truly necessary.

Those who were his subjects naturally had to kneel down and kowtow in fear and trepidation, and immediately take charge of the matter.

Afterwards, a few heads would inevitably be chopped off and sent up to appease His Majesty's anger.

But if Your Majesty wishes to investigate further...

Then there will be many more solutions.

The sky is dry and things are dry, so be careful about the fire.

In the cold of winter, be careful not to fall into the water.

No matter what.

Poor appetite, weak and prone to illness.

Our Ming Dynasty lacked everything, but it never lacked princes with the surname Zhu.

"We will discuss this matter later."

Zhu Youjian's calm voice descended from the dragon throne, devoid of any superfluous emotion.

Just like the matter of the Beijing garrison, it is no different from the previous memorials.

Many people breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Wang Chengen and Wei Zhongxian, who were serving the emperor, acted as if they were two illiterate people who couldn't understand what was going on, as if it were none of their business.

Upon hearing the young man's reply, Zhang Weixian clenched his fist tightly inside his sleeve.

After saying "Your subject obeys the decree".

He didn't say another word and silently returned to his own group.

Next.

Many officials submitted memorials, but Zhu Youjian's reply remained the same: "We'll discuss it later."

The atmosphere in the imperial court gradually shifted from oppressive to relaxed and cheerful as the discussions resumed.

The weather in Beizhili in August and September can change in an instant.

When the court session began, the sky was clear and blue, but after the session ended, dark clouds suddenly gathered over the city.

Dark, thick clouds loomed over the heads of hundreds of high-ranking officials of the Ming Dynasty who were qualified to attend the court assembly.

It looked like a storm was brewing.

But this didn't stop the adults from chatting and joking with each other.

Getting wet is just right.

Back at the house, servants were already waiting to help them change their clothes. If they were cold, hot water was always available for a bath, and if they were hot, there was always a supply of ice to cool them down.

While changing clothes, they would pinch the delicate, soft buttocks of the skinny horses sent from Yangzhou. When they were tired of playing, three or five maids would serve them until they went to sleep.

Wouldn't life be wonderful if it were like this?!

Are these not enough proof that our Great Ming Dynasty is flourishing?!

Even if it's just a beautiful dream, who would want to wake up from it?
You ask me what to do when your dreams are shattered?
Why not just change the bed and keep dreaming?
Boom——

A clap of thunder sounded first, followed by buckets of rain pouring down from the sky.

Zhang Weixian walked alone on the bluestone path of the Forbidden City.

During this time, three or five familiar military officers wanted to travel with him, but he refused them all.

Your Majesty, are you really going to completely ignore all political affairs?!
Is it that they dare not! Or are they, like them, unwilling to wake up!?
Boom——

Rainwater splashed on Zhang Weixian's face, making it impossible to tell whether it was tears or water.

"Summon Zhang Weixian to the palace tonight. Cheng'en, you will handle this matter personally."

After the court session ended, in a side room where only the two of them were present, Zhu Youjian gave instructions to Wang Chengen.

　Zhang Weixian was the Duke of Ying during the Ming Dynasty, and was successively awarded the titles of Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince, Grand Tutor, and Grand Preceptor.

　　But this very person, according to Baidu search, has unknown birth and death dates, and no major events recorded in his life.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)