Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 371 Princess Rouan 21

"The younger generation is truly formidable!" he sighed. "The princess is far more astute than I am."

Ling Yi: "..."

The old man flattered her from the start; he must have something else on his mind!

Sure enough, the old man changed the subject abruptly: "The princess's plan is quite beneficial to the court. I wonder if I could also promote it in the secretariat?"

This is a covert plan to cultivate a group of talented individuals, and then quietly seize control of the matter back to their own residence.

But where in the world is there such a good thing?

Why did the power system of the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers evolve? Wasn't it because the power of the three old men was too great?

Now that they've finally managed to tear off a piece of the medicine, Ling Yi is unlikely to give it back: "What do I, a mere weak woman, know about matters of state?"

Ling Yi lowered her head weakly: "Why don't you ask Father Emperor? He agrees that Rou An Ye has nothing to say."

The Imperial Censor was taken aback. He had originally planned to take advantage of the young girl's youth to trick her into making a promise first, and then use that promise to negotiate with the Emperor.

Although it may not be successful, at least we can still salvage something.

But look at what this young man is saying.

I don't understand anything, so don't bother me. If my father accidentally issues an order, I have nothing to say.

What does it mean to have nothing to say?

I disagree, but if you want to do it, there's nothing I can do.

At such a young age, he's already so slippery. Who taught him that?

Even her elder brother, the crown prince, doesn't seem to have this ability!

"Lord Gao, what do you think of my daughter?"

Just as they were lamenting in their hearts, the emperor's hearty laughter came from outside, and everyone bowed down in reverence.

The Imperial Censor also bowed, showing no embarrassment at having deceived someone's daughter in person.

If you're going to get involved in politics, you'd be dead from anger when you were young if you didn't have a thick skin, and you wouldn't be where you are today.

"Your Highness is exceptionally intelligent, far surpassing my own."

The emperor smiled and said, "You flatter me!"

Aside from those four words, there was no more humility; it was as if she was saying, "You are no match for my daughter."

Otherwise, how come you haven't come up with such a good idea after serving as the Imperial Censor for decades?

The Imperial Censor was furious. He glanced at the Minister of Agriculture behind the Emperor, who had a bitter expression on his face, and shifted his focus: "Lord Lu seems to be in poor spirits."

The Prefect of Grain raised his eyes, looked at the old man with a deep, melancholy smile.

If you lose to the emperor, just admit defeat. Why did you have to drag me into this?

The thought of the emperor holding decades of canal construction records and asking him in a friendly and cordial manner if the canal had come to life in this dynasty, with an expression that showed a particular fondness for eating silver, made him want to smash his head against a wall and die.

How did he say?

He couldn't possibly say that the three officials who succeeded him as the Commissioner of Grain Supply were all related to his family and were tools he used to embezzle money.

Making money by building canals has existed since ancient times, and the emperor had been turning a blind eye to it for the past few years. Why has he suddenly started to pay attention to it?

His gaze swept over the only variable in the room, and he slowly revealed a smile that was even more strained.

Did the emperor know about this in the past?

He knew that the price of silver would rise every year, but he never bothered to check how much it would increase.

Firstly, neither he nor the crown prince had the energy to observe such trivial matters; they had to focus on the bigger picture and let go of the minor details.

Secondly, because no one did the statistics for him, and no one told him directly, in terms of curves and numbers, exactly how much money was gone.

When the lost money was converted into a specific amount, his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs ached.

My money!

I build a palace and you point your fingers at me and curse me; you're greedy for money and have already amassed a huge fortune!

Isn't this taking advantage of the emperor's honesty?

He must teach them a lesson, chop off a few of their claws, and let the entire court know that although he is not very energetic, he is still keeping an eye on them!

And what about the people who were keeping an eye on them for him...?

Looking at his young, healthy, and intelligent daughter, who would become even more intelligent with time, he slowly smiled.

I have a smart, long-lived daughter who can't tolerate any nonsense. Are you scared yet?

For fifty years, as long as his daughter is healthy, these guys won't be able to cause any trouble!

Ling Yi, who had been subtly given the identity of a regent princess, glanced at the emperor with a puzzled look, only to see him reveal an even more benevolent smile.

Ling Yi: "..."

Oh no, my father seems to have gone mad.

"Lord Lu," the emperor glanced at the man who followed Ling Yi with his head bowed and seemed to have nothing to offer but good looks, and said slowly, "My beloved daughter seems to have quite a bit of insight into matters of money. Why don't you two have a talk?"

The sweat on the Minister of Agriculture's forehead thickened even more: "Yes, sir."

At this point, what reason did he have not to talk about it?

He even felt that the position under his buttocks was no longer stable.

Admittedly, corruption would not be an opportunity for an official of his rank to leave the court, but once the emperor has his eye on you, how many opportunities will there be to get rid of you?

If you're smart enough to leave now, you might be able to sell your property and benefit your descendants.

If you are persistent...

Then you'd better hope that the emperor dies while you're on the throne, and that the next generation is a good crown prince who doesn't care about his father's last wishes at all.

Looking at the robust emperor, and thinking of his beloved son and daughter, the Minister of Agriculture dared not have such high hopes. He was already silently thinking about how to write a memorial written by a man whose bones had been left to die.

As for the subordinates?

If they can help, they will; if not, they should lie low for a while. After all, the emperor will always need them eventually.

Emperors come and go, but these aristocratic families have stood firm for countless years; they can afford to wait.

The emperor came, and then the emperor left.

The emperor took away the princess who had been teaching them, and the censor who had been silently observing them, leaving the group of young people behind, as if he had forgotten about them.

Even so, these young men dared not act recklessly in the slightest. Instead, they obediently picked up the memorials on their desks and, comparing them with the previous comments, learned to summarize and write their opinions.

They were all intelligent people; none of them would think that the palace maids and eunuchs serving them were just decorations.

They're afraid that if they lose their composure here today, their families will hang them from the rafters and beat them tomorrow, and they'll be sentenced to a political death sentence.

Among this group of young men, Wang Suizhi was nothing special except for being exceptionally handsome.

He followed the princess's handwriting step by step to learn how to handle government affairs, and followed the crowd by having lunch in the palace.

With those familiar handwriting as my companion, the longing for her after a whole day apart wasn't so unbearable.

As darkness fell, a familiar maid stood beside him.

The moment Wang Suizhi put down his pen and ink and stood up, he felt a joy reminiscent of the happiness he felt when he saw other children's mothers coming to pick them up in his childhood home school.

At this moment, he was the only one in the larger school who had someone come to pick him up.

That person was a princess who belonged only to him.