Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

"Get Yuan Tai out of here!"

At this moment, the hall was extremely quiet. Zhu Yunhuan's voice echoed in the hall. Although no emotion could be seen in it, it was full of incomparable majesty.

Zhao Feng naturally had no idea what was going on here.

My heart skipped a beat and I was completely bewildered.

The reason he was in this position was because he always knew what he wanted to do and what he should do. Since His Majesty had spoken, he didn't need to dwell on the reasons, so he immediately responded, "Yes! Your Majesty!"

Then he turned to look at Yuan Tai, whose face was turning pale, nodded slightly, and said, "Master Yuan, I'm sorry."

After saying that, he gestured outside.

Immediately, two tall and strong Jinyiwei centurions wearing Feiyu uniforms came in and stood on Yuan Tai's left and right.

The two men pinched Yuan Tai's armpits, picked him up and walked outside.

Yuan Tai, who was standing outside the line like a fool, had his feet off the ground and was suspended in the air. He saw his colleagues in crimson official robes on both sides moving forward.

It was at this time that Yuan Tai came to his senses.

His hands and feet began to flutter with effort, and he shouted, "Your Majesty! This is a harsh truth! The Ming Dynasty has a surplus of revenue, and if we squander even a little of it... last year's surplus would be wasted!"

"At this rate, no matter how much money and grain we save, it won't be enough to squander! Even the great Ming Dynasty must be frugal, Your Majesty!"

"Colleagues! What do you think? Don't you understand this? Why are you so silent? This budget, if used in Liaodong, Datong, Xuanfu, and other places...even Guizhou and Yunnan, would be much more cost-effective than in the coastal areas!"

"One or two of you are eating Ming Dynasty salaries! And yet you dare not speak out?"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!..."

Of course Yuan Tai was not convinced, very dissatisfied, and he flapped his wings and shouted.

It's a pity that the Jinyiwei were just like that. They were carefully selected from the army, so naturally, he couldn't fight them.

Then, all I could hear was his voice fading away.

As Yuan Tai's voice left the hall, the vermilion lacquered door was closed. Suddenly, there was only a deathly silence in the hall. All the ministers lowered their heads in fear, and each of them felt as if ants were crawling on their bodies.

Indeed, they agreed with every word Yuan Tai had said in this hall before, and they thought so in their hearts. Some of them were even prepared to see how the situation progressed and give him some advice in a tactful way.

however.

Now it has come to this.

Who the hell dares to say a word?

One or two of them only dared to secretly criticize and complain in their hearts:

"A dignified Right Censor of the Metropolitan Censorate actually allowed the Imperial Guard to fork out of the Palace of Heavenly Purity. How indecent! Absolutely indecent! Even if you're displeased, you should at least show some sense of propriety!"

"The young emperor behind the Dragon Book Case said he wouldn't accept your advice. No matter how much you said, he really wouldn't accept it at all!"

"Those are all valid principles, but he ignores them all! He's too stubborn and willful! A tyrant! A true tyrant!"

"Although the late Taizu Hongwu Emperor was also irritable and stubborn, he often listened to whatever was said, as long as it made sense. He wasn't so extreme towards the censors. But this one... Ugh!"

"..."

In the silence, some people felt helpless, some regretful, some hated him for not fighting, and some were already feeling sorry for Yuan Tai, or even cursing him in their hearts, thinking of the Hongwu Emperor who had been "deceased" for half a year.

We have to think back to the time when the accident happened and the old year was replaced by the new.

Many people actually breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the time when they dominated the government and oppressed people to the point of suffocation was finally over. Now looking back... haha, what the hell were they thinking?

No matter what they think in their hearts.

But they didn't dare to show any sign on their faces. After all... as a high-ranking official of the court, being forked out of the Qianqing Palace on the spot was indeed not a good look. They didn't want to go through this.