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Zhao Liangchen's words moved the Emperor slightly, but he still had doubts. "Is this feasible? The Imperial Clothing Bureau is under the jurisdiction of the Empress. Normally, I don't need to report small gifts to the Empress, but if I were to use a large amount, it would undoubtedly alarm the Empress. How would I explain this to her then?"

Zhao Liangchen said, "Your Majesty, there's no need to explain to the Empress. I'm not asking Your Majesty to use the items the Empress needs from the Shangfu Bureau, but rather those that are old and no longer useful. Every year, the palace disposes of some damaged tributes and assigns them to special personnel. The Empress would never handle such matters personally; there are naturally qualified personnel to handle them."

This entire palace belongs to the Emperor, so how can we allow others to plant spies there? Regardless of who these people once worked for, Your Majesty can replace them with those you trust, or use a combination of kindness and force to manipulate them. As long as they can mix the items we need but the Empress doesn't need with the damaged goods and successfully transport them out of the palace, I will arrange for someone to take over. The Empress only cares about the annual tribute and how much is used. As for the exact amount of items in the warehouse, she has no idea. As long as we act cautiously, we should not be discovered."

The Emperor: "Why do I feel like I'm robbing my own home? You're asking me, the Emperor, to be a thief."

Zhao Liangchen glanced at him sullenly. "Your Majesty, isn't this because you can't completely control this family? This is only temporary. Once we've earned money and accumulated strength, and you have complete control over the court and harem, you won't have to do this anymore. At that time, you can openly establish caravans and trade with those foreign nations. By then, all the initiative will be completely in your hands."

The emperor couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. He felt as if Zhao Liangchen was mocking him, and he couldn't help but feel an urge to hit him.

However, before he could fully consider it, Li Quan arrived hurriedly, accompanied by the imperial physician. Zhao Liangchen, upon hearing the noise outside, instantly retreated like a cunning rabbit, kneeling once more where he had been, while casually reopening the wound that had long since stopped bleeding. By this time, the handkerchief Liu Jin had given him was completely stained with blood, completely devoid of its original color, like a withered blood flower.

The emperor was somewhat bewildered by his series of actions. What on earth did this mean? But when he saw Li Quan step into the hall, a thought flashed through his mind. He then glanced meaningfully back and forth between Zhao Liangchen and Li Quan. His previous angry expression returned, and he pointed at Zhao Liangchen and said to the imperial physician, "Take a look at him. Don't let him die in my hall, or else outsiders will mistakenly think I'm mistreating my subjects."

After the imperial physician's greetings, he began treating Zhao Liangchen's wound. Actually, Zhao Liangchen's injury wasn't serious; it was just a small cut. With continued pressure to stop the bleeding, it would heal on its own without the imperial physician's intervention. However, Zhao Liangchen had deliberately touched the wound to the ground when he kowtowed, and now, he had deliberately opened it, causing it to bleed more and swell beyond recognition, resembling an overripe peach.

Those who could serve as imperial physicians in the palace were all very perceptive. The fact that the emperor summoned an imperial physician to treat such a minor wound showed that he was not really angry with Zhao Liangchen at all. He was probably doing it for show. Therefore, he treated Zhao Liangchen's wound very carefully and bandaged it a bit exaggeratedly. When reporting to the emperor, he also sounded very serious: "Your Majesty, Zhao Du Yuhou's wound is quite deep and he has lost too much blood. He will probably need to recuperate for a few days."

After hearing this, the emperor sneered in his heart at these old foxes. Not to mention how well they did their work, they were very good at guessing people's thoughts.

He scolded with a cold face: "You have made such a serious mistake. Although it was caused by a reason, it is difficult to appease the public without punishment. If everyone behaves like you, I will lose my dignity. Go back and reflect on your actions for ten days."

Zhao Liangchen bowed with deep trepidation: "I thank you for your grace."

When he left, he limped out, which made the emperor's mouth twitch. He is really good at acting.

After Zhao Liangchen left, the emperor looked at Li Quan and said, "I won't deal with state affairs today. Please leave."

Li Quan bowed and retreated.

Then he said to Liu Jin: "Every day there is nothing going well. Everyone wants to piss me off to death. Come for a walk with me."

Liu Jin cautiously accompanied the emperor, and the two of them strolled leisurely, unknowingly arriving at the door of the emperor's private storehouse. At the emperor's command, the guards who were waiting nearby hurried forward and slowly pushed the door open.

Liu Jin followed the emperor into the storehouse and was overwhelmed by the sheer number of treasures piled high in the storehouse. Countless rare treasures, antiques, calligraphy and paintings were neatly arranged, each one seeming to tell its own legendary story.

The collection here not only houses the private collections carefully accumulated by successive emperors, but also the generous dowries brought by successive empresses. Furthermore, there are rare gifts brought as tribute by envoys from various countries, as well as birthday gifts collected by civil and military officials for successive emperors.

These treasures were not included in the national treasury, as the emperor rarely visited the treasury. Despite the detailed records, the emperor had no idea how many treasures were actually stored in the treasury.

Today, when the Emperor personally witnessed this room full of treasures, he couldn't help but marvel. Though he didn't have much cash on hand, the sheer volume of the collection was beyond imagination. Even the possessions of the Shanggong Bureau, the bureau responsible for the palace's internal affairs, pale in comparison. All the treasures were neatly stacked according to category in every corner, creating a magnificent and orderly scene.

The emperor strolled over to a wooden chest, casually opened the lid, and pulled out an exquisitely shaped porcelain vase. He examined it for a moment, then shook his head and sighed, "These lifeless, dead objects, no matter how exquisite they are, what use are they?"

Liu Jin, standing nearby, felt a sudden shudder at the words. After all, these were rare treasures coveted by the outside world, prized even by those who would fight tooth and nail to obtain them! Yet, in the eyes of the Emperor, they seemed so insignificant. How could Liu Jin dare to respond? He could only stand aside, head bowed, not daring to breathe.

The emperor's heart and eyes were filled with disdain, his brow furrowed, his face revealing undisguised disgust. This supreme ruler possessed few particular tastes, and he showed no interest in the frivolous objects before him. In his sharp, discerning eyes, only objects with practical uses could be considered treasures; those with no use at all were considered worthless junk.

At this time, the emperor slowly turned his body and glanced around. Looking at the various items that filled the entire warehouse, he couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "If this was a warehouse full of gold, silver and treasures, how great it would be!" He knew very well in his heart that if he really possessed such an astonishing amount of silver and money, how could he be controlled and restricted by others everywhere?