We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Emperor Qing finally agreed to Li Che's request.

The current situation is like this, and there is really no safer way.

Although Li Che's method is rough, it is the best way to deal with it.

"Che'er, tell me what you need."

Emperor Qing was deeply moved by Li Che's courage to take responsibility, and his tone of voice became much softer.

Although he took on a troublesome task, Emperor Qing's favorability rating was rising rapidly.

Li Che thought for a moment and said, "The prince has no right to participate in politics. I'm afraid officials at all levels will not cooperate."

This is asking for power.

Emperor Qing chuckled and said, "Promote Prince Feng to the rank of Minister of the Ministry of Rites, third grade, to supervise the leaders of various ethnic minorities and foreign envoys. Officials from the six ministries are to cooperate and not interfere."

The Minister of the Honglu Temple was in charge of court meetings, guests, auspicious and inauspicious ceremonies, and was mainly responsible for the foreign officials' pilgrimage and the tribute from various foreign countries.

Although the official position was not high, the power was not small. He could directly deal with envoys from various countries, which just met Li Che's needs.

Huang Jin, who was standing by, quickly wrote it down, and soon an imperial edict was issued from the Yangxin Palace and sent to various government offices.

Emperor Qing looked at Li Che and continued, "Is there anything else missing?"

Li Che replied, "I only have a hundred guards and I don't know the situation in the imperial capital. I hope your Majesty will allocate some more."

This is asking for someone.

Emperor Qing nodded and said, "You will be the commander of the Jinyiwei for the time being. All Jinyiwei members, except those on official business, will obey your orders."

Li Che curled his lips when he heard this.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards...those guys are just a drag, we don't really want them that way.

On second thought, although these guys' fighting power is poor, they are local tyrants who have been hanging around in the imperial capital for many years, so it is indeed more convenient for them to get things done.

To deal with those foreign delegations, we don't need to use too much force. If we tidy up the Jinyiwei, they can still be used.

"So... is that enough?" Emperor Qing asked with a smile.

Li Che grinned: "Ahem, father... Your Majesty... I still need to exchange books for envoys from various countries. The Ministry of Rites doesn't have much in stock, so I'm afraid I'll have to go to the bookstore to buy some..."

If you want people and power, you naturally want money.

Emperor Qing's expression changed slightly.

He can give power and people, but the money...

Disasters have occurred frequently this year, tax revenue has dropped significantly, and money will be needed to hold the grand ceremony tomorrow. He himself is short of money and really cannot afford any extra money.

"This...you have to figure out how to get the money yourself." Emperor Qing said unhappily.

Li Che's eyes widened.

I'm doing things for you, and you want me to pay for it myself. How can this be?

Emperor Qing seemed to feel that something was amiss and continued, "When the grand ceremony begins tomorrow, you can select a batch of goods that are in short supply in Feng State from among the gifts sent by various nations."

Countries from all over the world came to pay tribute, and their gifts included various types of local specialties, which were definitely more valuable than gold and silver.

Li Che's smile reappeared: "Thank you, father, for your grace. Long live the emperor."

Emperor Qing had never heard such a greeting before and immediately found it amusing. He pointed at him and scolded him, "You boy... you always come up with something new to amuse me."

"Go away, do your job well, I won't treat you unfairly."

Li Che bowed and said, "I'll take my leave."

When we walked out of the Yangxin Palace, the Indian delegation was still waiting to be summoned.

Seeing Li Che walking out with a happy face, the Indian envoy stared at him intently, his eyes seemed to be burning with raging flames, wanting to burn him to ashes!

Li Che sneered and took a few steps forward.

The Indian envoy suddenly remembered the beating he had just received, became frightened, and took several steps back.

"Your Highness, please go back to your work and don't make things difficult for me." The imperial guards who were waiting nearby said hurriedly.

"It's okay." Li Che smiled at him, "I just said hello to my good friend from Tianzhu."

The guard looked embarrassed, but thinking of the rumors and reputation of this Prince Feng, he quietly stepped aside.

Compared with the Ministry of Rites and foreign envoys, this prince is even more difficult to offend.

Looking at the terrified face of the Indian envoy, Li Che smiled and walked over to straighten his collar.

"I have been ordered to take up the position of Minister of the Ministry of Rites. From today on, I will be responsible for the affairs of the embassy."

Zhou Ming's expression changed and he began to translate.

The Indian envoy showed indignation on his face. Daqing was going too far. This man had just beaten the envoy in the street, and he came to complain.

As a result, not only was the other party unharmed, but he was promoted and given a raise?

What kind of logic is this?!

Li Che raised his hand and patted the face of the Indian envoy. The latter was insulted and his face turned as red as a monkey's butt.

Li Che, however, ignored it and said with a smile: "You will inevitably have to deal with me in the future. I hope you will cooperate with me and not cause trouble for me."

"If you, the Indians, urinate or defecate anywhere again and are caught by me..."

Li Che chuckled, a fierce look flashed in his eyes:

"I will find the best tailor in the entire capital to sew your buttholes tightly shut to prevent you from losing control!"

When these filthy words came out, Zhou Ming's face turned red and he began to translate haltingly.

The Indian envoy felt dizzy, his anus felt cold, and he was extremely ashamed and angry.

No one in India can hold their shit. If we are not allowed to urinate or defecate, isn't this a matter of life and death?

When he came to his senses, Li Che was no longer there.

"This is an insult! I want to meet His Majesty the Emperor of Daqing!" the Indian envoy shouted with his hands and feet dancing.

Huang Jin walked out of the hall and shouted angrily, "Shut up! This is a very important place in the imperial palace, how can you make such a loud noise!"

The Indian envoy was about to retort, but suddenly remembered that Li Che was not far away. He felt a chill on his back and fell silent immediately.

Zhou Ming didn't dare to act rashly and quickly bowed: "Eunuch Huang, would His Majesty be willing to see us?"

Huang Jin glanced at him and said indifferently, "Your Majesty is ill and unable to handle too many miscellaneous matters. I have handed the affairs of the envoys from various countries to the new Minister of the Ministry of Rites."

"If you have any business, go to the Honglu Temple and see the Minister of Honglu Temple."

After saying that, Huang Jin turned around and walked into the Yangxin Palace without looking back.

Only Zhou Ming and the Indian envoy were left standing there, staring at each other.

"Sir Zhou, what did he just say? Who should we look for?" The Indian envoy looked confused.

"The new Minister of the Ministry of Rites..." Zhou Ming said with a bitter look on his face.

"Okay! We will go find him right now and sue the King Feng who beat the envoy at will!" The Indian envoy turned around angrily and was about to leave.

"What are you looking for?" Zhou Ming stretched out his hand to stop him. "Don't you understand? Prince Feng is the new Minister of the Ministry of Rites!"

Upon hearing this, the Indian envoy was stunned.

So, Emperor Daqing asked him to go find Prince Feng and sue him?

When he went to the Honglu Temple, wouldn't he see that person sitting in the main seat, snorting coldly: "Who in the audience is suing me?"

Is there any heavenly principle? Is there any royal law?

If you want us to die, just say it directly. Do you big countries all play games like this?