At the beginning, his wife came to him, and he became rich by selling kidney treasures.

"Master, what if he doesn't acknowledge our losses?" Cai Lun asked.

"I have my own way to make him recognize it." Ren Hao smiled and told Cai Lun not to worry so much. Anyway, he still had the king card in his hand, so he, the little king, had to recognize it even if he didn't want to.

After saying that, Ren Hao put away the list of losses and asked Zhang Tong to drive the carriage to take him to the palace.

After about half an hour, Zhang Tong drove to a place about a mile outside the east gate of the palace and stopped.

He said to Ren Hao, who was resting with his eyes closed, "Master, the carriage can't go any further. You have to walk the next mile."

"I understand." Ren Hao nodded, jumped off the carriage, and walked towards the east gate of the palace.

There were no civilians or pedestrians along the road, only the imperial palace guards standing in a neat line.

"Stop! No one, no matter if they are ministers or nobles, may enter the palace without your Majesty's special permission."

"Those who are good at palaces will die!!!"

The two imperial guards guarding the East Gate blocked Ren Hao's way with their halberds crossed.

"I have your Majesty's special permission. Please allow me to enter the palace."

Ren Hao took out the token that Wuming had given him from his sleeve and handed it to the imperial guard on the left.

There are dragon patterns engraved on both sides of this token, with "in" written on the front and "out" written on the back.

The imperial guard took the token and did not let Ren Hao pass directly. Instead, he took out a silver mold of the token from his arms.

After the token was placed into the mold, it was perfectly locked and did not fall out of the mold, so the token was returned to Ren Hao.

Afterwards, two imperial guards worked together to push open part of the east gate to allow Ren Hao to enter.

The East Gate would be opened wide only when the army returned victoriously, when the emperor was leaving the palace, or when his ministers were attending court in the morning.

Normally, the east gate can only be half opened.

After Ren Hao entered the palace from the east gate, the east gate was quickly closed by the two imperial guards.

Since he entered the palace alone, the patrolling imperial guards asked for his authorization token every few steps and also checked and searched him.

This was really troublesome. In the end, Ren Hao simply didn't leave. Instead, he said to the imperial guards who were questioning him, "Please go and tell the eunuch that Ren Hao is here to see him."

"Then please wait a moment, sir." The imperial guard respectfully returned the token to Ren Hao and went to Tianlu Pavilion to find the emperor's personal eunuch.

When the old eunuch learned that Ren Hao had arrived, he reported to Wen Yan, who was lying on the imperial couch and reading a book, through the door: "Your Majesty, Ren Hao is here to ask for an audience."

"Bring him in." Wen Yan thought about it and decided to meet Ren Hao.

The old eunuch nodded and followed the imperial guards to take over Ren Hao's Tianlu Pavilion.

After about an incense stick of time, the old eunuch brought Ren Hao to the outside of Tianlu Pavilion.

"Your Majesty, Ren Hao is here." The old eunuch reported from outside.

"Xuan." Wen Yan said and sat up from the imperial couch. He touched the skin on his face with his hand to check whether it was tightly attached.

"Commoner Ren Hao, greetings..."

Ren Hao entered the room cautiously, and was about to pay his respects to Wen Yan who was sitting on the imperial couch, when he was interrupted by Wen Yan waving her hand and saying, "No need to be polite, just sit down."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness." Ren Hao sat on the ground respectfully.

Although the old eunuch did not kneel when delivering the imperial edict to him before, but stood to receive it, that was because the emperor was not around and could not see it, so it did not matter.

But now it’s different. The emperor is right in front of us. If we don’t pretend, we’ll be courting death.

"What's the matter that brings you to the palace to see me this time?" Wen Yan was too lazy to waste words and went straight to the point.

"Yes, there is something." Ren Hao nodded, took out the list of losses from his sleeve and handed it over.

"What does this mean?" Wen Yan took it and looked at it, and was immediately confused.

"Your Majesty, yesterday Prime Minister Zhao sent Commander Zhao to Zuihualou to smash a lot of my and your Majesty's things. The things and utensils listed in this list were all smashed by them." Ren Hao explained.

"Do you mean that you want me to take charge of the matter and ask Prime Minister Zhao to compensate you for your losses?" Wen Yan asked.

"Your Majesty, this is not about asking Prime Minister Zhao to compensate for my losses, but to compensate for the losses of me and Your Majesty."

"The total amount is five thousand three hundred and seventy-six taels. Your Majesty and I will each take half." Ren Hao quickly corrected and said with a chuckle.

"Haha, you are such a bad guy." Wen Yan suddenly laughed.

"The water that can benefit Your Majesty cannot be bad water, it must be good water." Ren Hao continued with a smile.

"Okay, I agree, but I still need to add some more." Wen Yan waved her hand, thinking that if she were to be the gun, then you, Ren Hao, would not be able to make money for nothing and would have to take the blame for me.

Zhao Ping'an usually made a lot of money, but he couldn't do anything because he had too many students and former officials under him.

But now that there is an opportunity to make Zhao Ping'an bleed, Wen Yan naturally will not miss it.

Immediately, Wen Yan asked Ren Hao to draft a new list of losses for her.

The original total of more than 5,000 taels of silver in compensation was tripled to 2,376 taels after being redrafted under Wen Yan's guidance.

The more Ren Hao wrote, the more he felt something was wrong.

He originally wanted to use the old emperor as a weapon, but now he found that he was being tricked by the old emperor.

When this list was sent to Zhao Ping'an, he would definitely not think that the emperor was the mastermind. He must be the mastermind.

Only then did Ren Hao feel that he had shot himself in the foot, and he couldn't express his pain in words.

But now that things have come to this, Ren Hao can only swallow his anger.

……

On the other side is Prime Minister Zhao’s residence.

"Prime Minister Zhao, this is the monthly tribute from Zhu Shihao, a merchant from Mincheng. It totals 10,000 taels of silver and 5,000 strings of copper coins."

The housekeeper of the Zhao Mansion pointed at several boxes on the ground and said to Zhao Ping'an.

Zhao Ping'an casually opened a metal box, looked at the shiny silver ingots inside, and immediately took out a piece to play with.

"Old rules." Zhao Ping'an casually threw the silver ingot into the box. The housekeeper quickly closed the box and walked towards the ten strong men standing by the wall.

These ten strong men have one thing in common: they are all blind, deaf, and mute.

Butler Zhao patted the shoulders of these big men one by one, and these big men immediately worked together to lift the heavy silver boxes on the ground and moved them to the silver cellar in the house.

Soon, Butler Zhao caught up with Zhao Ping'an and said, "Prime Minister Zhao, Zhu Shihao has a small request, and I hope Prime Minister Zhao can agree to it."

"What request?" Zhao Ping'an suddenly asked with a frown.

"It is like this, sir. Several of Zhu Shihao's followers want to stay in Beijing for a few more days."

"If it is convenient for you, sir, please give them an identity." Butler Zhao said with a smile.

"Why do they want to stay in Beijing for a few days? Don't they know that Beijing has clear regulations that outsiders who are not businessmen or farmers are not allowed to stay overnight in Beijing?" Zhao Ping'an asked.