What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

"I believe that the truth is that those ministers truly deserved death, and that the public's acceptance of the existence of this organization is not a reaction to the attack, but rather a new belief. I have listened to the words of the lords who advocated war, but I believe that the current situation does not warrant war."

The emperor looked uncertain, and the ministers who had just been so fierce were secretly trying to figure out the emperor's reaction.

Some people below cast their eyes on the director who was closest to the emperor, but the eunuch still stood obediently in his position, hunched over and facing the emperor, without even glancing at the people below.

The hall was very quiet. The soft sound of knuckles tapping on the armrests also echoed below the hall. The hearts of the people below were beating like drums, but the third place winner remained calm and composed, with his tall and slender figure standing straight.

The emperor narrowed his eyes, "Go on."

"Checks and balances exist not only between the ruler and his subjects, and between officials, but also between the ruler and his subjects, and between officials and the people." He spoke clearly, his tone free of emotion. "In the minds of the people, the actions of these officials will be attributed to the emperor. If war is used to stop war, what will the oppressed people think?"

He looked at the emperor before him, his eyes calm. A small discussion began again, and the official with the horse face ran out and knelt at the emperor's feet, his face full of flattery.

"Under the imperial power, all officials submit and the people bow down to them. This is a matter of course. This scholar, who was awarded the third place in the imperial examination, also said that Your Majesty is the sole ruler of the world. If that is the case, then it is only a matter of eliminating those who are disloyal. What objection do the people have?"

He spoke respectfully, looking up to observe the emperor's reaction, trying to catch a hint of approval or appreciation from his expression.

There were sneers of contempt from the people below, "Master Wang, this is truly a compliment."

The Imperial Censor took a few steps forward, clasping his hands. "Your Majesty, I believe what the Scholar-in-Chief said is true. A thousand-mile dam can be breached by an ant hole, and a hundred-foot-tall room can be burned by a spark of fire."

Lord Wang, who was kneeling on the ground, snorted, his brows raised, "They are nothing but a bunch of powerless ants. Your Majesty is the Lord of Ten Thousand Chariots, can't you even decide their life or death?"

The person sitting above coughed, and everyone fell silent.

"Prince, the people of the world are all my subjects. If the people are more important than the king, then the country and the people will be safe."

Lord Wang knelt on the ground, sweat dripping down his back. He quickly agreed with the emperor, "Yes, yes, I have been too frivolous recently. When I return home, I will carefully examine my mistakes and copy the national laws a hundred and eighty times."

Many officials despised Wang Yi. Not only did he instigate the emperor on a daily basis, but everyone knew about the dirty things he did. He was notorious and had no knowledge of classics and history. However, he won the emperor's favor with just his mouth and rose to prominence.

Most orthodox officials looked down on him.

"I'm asking about the third place winner. Look, you all are rushing to speak for him, telling him what to say." The emperor didn't look at the prime minister again and let the matter pass lightly.

Wang Yi kowtowed several times to express his gratitude. When he stood up, he raised his chin to the censor next to him, looking like a smug villain.

The emperor's gaze fell on the man again, and the man raised his eyes and smiled.

"What the censor said is exactly what I wanted to express, but what the prime minister said is also unreasonable and lacking in some aspects."

There was some compassion in the man's expression when he raised his eyebrows, but what he said next stunned everyone, including the emperor.

"The whole world is united. The way of the Son of Heaven is to put the people first and win over the people with virtue. Let them announce the crimes of the guilty ministers to the world and let the world know the attitude of the imperial family. Maintain peace with them and bring them into obedience."

"If you obey, you will be the people's support, and the people will begin to trust you. A loyal minister is a treasured asset to the king, but if you show any disloyalty, the emperor will execute you immediately. If you find any accomplices, they will all be charged with treason, and the people will learn from this. Who dares to say anything against your majesty? Even the historians will only remember one sentence."

He paused for a moment, but all the officials knew that this third place winner was different from what he appeared to be, and was actually a ruthless and scheming person.

"The king valued his talent and recruited him, but he was ambitious and wanted to usurp power. He used this as a way to repay his kindness and was beheaded as a warning to the world."

The emperor listened quietly without expressing any opinion, but the smile on his face became more and more obvious.

"If things don't go smoothly," the man said, his lips curling up slightly. "The world is now settled, and peace reigns supreme. The king is the sole ruler of the world, and no one else can bring disorder to it. Thus, there can be no two suns in the sky, and no country can have two rulers."

"Kill the rebels."

Hearing this, the emperor finally couldn't help but applaud. He stood up, walked over to the man and patted him on the shoulder, unable to hide the approval in his eyes.

"what's your name."

The man lowered his eyes and looked at the floor. "I am Song Che, my courtesy name is Qinghan."

The emperor said passionately, "Very good! Today you will be appointed as the Minister of the Central Secretariat."

All the officials were horrified, and one person said, "Your Majesty, this is against the rules. You're being promoted to the third rank right from the start. I'm afraid there will be dissatisfaction."

The above group of people echoed, and the emperor glanced at them, his voice piercing with danger, "Why? Just now you kept calling yourself the Lord of Ten Thousand Chariots, but now I can't even use this little power."

The person who spoke had a weaker tone, but he still spoke honestly.

"Your Majesty, there has never been such an exception in the past. This is completely against the law and the rules."

The Minister of Rites also stepped forward and bowed, "Your Majesty, this is indeed against etiquette."

The emperor sneered, and Wang Yi began to grumble again, "How pedantic! Your Majesty has his own reasons for doing what he wants to do. If it was never done in the previous dynasty, why can't it be done in this one?"

"If I didn't know, I would have thought you were the remnants of the previous dynasty!"

The two people being scolded had their faces flushed red like pig blood. The man in front couldn't help but curse, "Wang Yi, if you slander an official appointed by the imperial court, I will sue you!"

"You know how many dirty things you've done, and I..."

The Minister of Rites quickly tugged at the corner of the clothes of the person next to him, stopping him from saying the next words.

He looked at the emperor's face in front of him. If this man continued talking, he might lose his life.

Wang Yi was fearless, like a fighting cock. "Go ahead and speak! If you have the guts, speak up! You're even calling court officials by their names. Let me see if you can..."

Song Che clenched his fist and placed it on his lips, coughing lightly. A smile flashed in his eyes, "My lords, please don't behave disrespectfully in front of the palace."

When the two saw the emperor standing next to them, they calmed down instantly.

The emperor half-closed his eyelids and looked down at him, "Song Qing, they seem very dissatisfied with my decision."

"I want to hear your opinion."

Song Che bowed and smiled softly, "I have only one thing to say. If Your Majesty dares to give it, I dare to accept it."

All the officials took a deep breath. This third place winner was quite arrogant.

Little did they know that in the future, Lord Song would become a figure second only to the emperor in the court.

The emperor laughed out loud and said "good" several times in a row!

"One wise minister is better than a hundred brave generals!"

"From now on, Song Che will be the Minister of the Central Secretariat. The Jianghu Alliance will be handled by you!"