Marry my elder sister? Fine! I'll give you the letter of annulment and marry someone else.

Song Yang and Li Yan were stunned. They didn't expect Song Zhi to be so far-sighted.

But at the same time, they also breathed a sigh of relief. If there really was so much food, then this crisis would not have become a crisis.

Sure enough, the next day after the food prices were inflated, Song Zhi immediately sent troops to escort the food to various cities as soon as the rumor appeared.

When the food arrived, she also brought a message: "The entire Phoenix Nation army has more food than they can eat. I heard that all the cities are scrambling for food, so I will give each city ten dan of food to help everyone out."

The individual traders who were about to make a killing were so shocked by this that their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

They are so generous, it is impossible that they are short of food.

If the Phoenix Army was not short of food, the Empress would not have planned to take the people's food, and the people would not have been short of food.

Then is there any point in hoarding food?

Meaningless!

The people stopped their crazy behavior out of shame, and the unscrupulous merchants cursed and cried as they looked at the warehouse full of grain that they had bought at high prices and wanted to sell at even higher prices.

This crisis in the entire Phoenix Kingdom emerged dramatically and ended dramatically.

Song Zhi looked at the empty space in the moonlight, and took advantage of the dark and windy night to collect all the cabbages, radishes and buckwheat.

The next day, Xie Ting looked at the empty granary in shock and thought it had been robbed. Song Zhi calmly told him that he had simply moved the things.

Xie Ting was a sensible person. Song Zhi didn't tell him when he was transferred, obviously because he didn't want him to know, so he didn't ask any more questions.

The Phoenix Kingdom has stabilized, but the Tianqi Kingdom is still in dire straits.

In other words, it is even more dire.

As the famine became more and more serious, even the food, clothing and daily necessities in the palace were affected.

Mu Yuanzhi was furious when he saw the meal in front of him which consisted of only a bowl of porridge, a chicken, a plate of vegetables and a bowl of pigeon soup.

He kicked the palace servant who was delivering the meal and said, "Do you think I'm dead? How can I eat these simple dishes if you try to trick me like this? Are you going to only give me a bowl of porridge in a few days?!"

Feeling extremely wronged, the palace servant knelt down and begged for mercy, "Your Majesty, this is already a very sumptuous meal. We servants only have one steamed bun a day. Many people can't even eat tree bark, let alone steamed buns. Many people have already starved to death. This famine is worse than we imagined."

Mu Yuanzhi frowned, his voice becoming more dangerous, "You mean to blame me for not being satisfied?"

"The servant dare not."

The palace servant kowtowed repeatedly, "I am only speaking the truth."

"Tell the truth? What a truth! It's just that we're short of food due to the onset of winter, but you, a filthy thing, call it a famine. I think you're just cursing Tianqi."

"Someone, throw him out to feed the dogs."

Mu Yuanzhi angrily overturned the food in front of him with a palm, and the chicken bones rolled far away, causing the palace servants serving in the hall to swallow their saliva continuously.

The palace maid who delivered the meal kept begging for mercy, but Mu Yuanzhi remained unmoved.

The palace maid was dragged away.

Soon, a table full of delicious food was placed in front of Mu Yuanzhi again.

There were fish, duck, chicken, goose, and Mu Yuanzhi's favorite bird's nest and shark fin soup.

These are the stocks in the palace. Use them as much as you can.

Originally, everyone wanted to strike a balance and let the emperor get through these few months slowly and then see what happens next.

Unexpectedly, the emperor did not consider the follow-up at all, so the people in the imperial kitchen could only follow the original specifications.

Anyway, the emperor only has one mouth to feed, and the leftovers can be given to the palace servants. In an environment where most people are on the verge of death, those who pick up the emperor's leftovers live a life like gods.

Since displeasing the emperor now means death, let's wait until the emperor can only eat a bowl of plain porridge.

The palace maids dared not disobey Mu Yuanzhi again.

As for Mu Yuanzhi, he was not really unaware of the current situation.

He had been lying dormant for so many years, pretending to be harmless, gentle and kind. How could he be so stupid as not to see the situation in front of him?

He just couldn't accept it!

He couldn't accept that in less than a year, he had turned Tianqi into a living hell.

It was clear that Tianqi was fine when his father passed away.

Doesn’t God really give him a chance to stand up?

He did nothing wrong. Anyone would make the same decision as him.

Mu Yuanzhi locked himself in the imperial study.

He looked at a piece of calligraphy on the wall, which read "Working day and night to govern the country".

That was written to him in person by the late emperor when he didn't know Mu Nanqi's identity and was very kind to him.

The late emperor had placed high hopes on him and believed that he could be the ruler of Tianqi.

Mu Yuanzhi felt so depressed that he couldn't breathe, and he pounded the table with his fist.

"It's all Mu Nanqi's fault! It's all because of him!"

If he were not still alive, why would his father not let him inherit the throne?

If he had not bewitched Zhier into appearing in public for him and establishing the Phoenix Kingdom, how could he have been so frantically recruiting soldiers because he was too busy to do anything else?

It’s all Mu Nanqi’s fault. Everything is his fault.

There was a flash of anger and hatred in Mu Yuanzhi's eyes. He wanted to write a letter to Zhier to expose Mu Nanqi's true face and tell Zhier that Mu Nanqi just wanted to use her.

She should go back to him and be with him to help him through his current predicament.

With trembling fingers he picked up the pen, spread out the paper and began to write.

But halfway through writing, I always felt that my writing was not good, so I crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it away, then spread out a new piece and started writing.

This was repeated many times, and a pile of waste paper was scattered on the ground.

Finally, he threw away his pen and stopped writing, sitting dejectedly in the chair.

He knew very well that Zhier would not come to him.

Zhier had told him clearly.

It was hard to describe the expression on Mu Yuanzhi's face. Why did everyone like Mu Nanqi? Why was Mu Nanqi able to turn things around while he still had one foot stuck in the mud?

He has been walking this whole way alone and he is really tired.

Why is there no one who can be kind to him and help him?

Mu Yuan's heart ached. Why didn't he deserve someone to be nice to him?

As he thought about it, his dejected expression suddenly turned into determination. No, he couldn't admit defeat, he couldn't complain about himself.

Mu Yuanzhi calmed down and asked someone to call all the court ministers.

He can't just support this group of people and eat for free, so he wants to see if these people have any good solutions.

The current situation in Tianqi is extremely serious. It can be said that the people who fled famine found that the next city was even more barren, and the locusts could starve to death in Tianqi.

The ministers quickly came to the imperial study, and everyone was trembling with fear and dared not speak.

Mu Yuanzhi was about to lose his temper and drag these useless people out to behead them when he suddenly heard a voice.

"Your Majesty, Tianqi's main problem right now is the lack of food. As far as I know, Huangguo has an abundant supply of food, so I do have a plan, but I wonder if it will work."