Chapter 315

"All of you, disperse! This is imperial business, none of your concern!"

With that, Dorgon gave a signal with his eyes.

Instantly, two banner lords rose to help Fancheng, who was kneeling on the ground.

After everyone entered the Banknote Supervision Office.

Dorgon seized Fancheng by the collar and growled.

"Fancheng! What are you doing? What does this kneeling mean?!"

"Are you betraying our Great Qing?!"

Fancheng looked at Dorgon with near-despair.

"My Lord, have you not yet understood?"

"We've lost. Utterly and completely."

"You're talking nonsense!"

"The imperial treasury still holds fifty million taels of silver!"

"Even if you counted Zhu Youjian's entire ancestral lineage back eighteen generations, did the Great Ming ever possess such a vast state treasury?!"

Fancheng slowly lifted his head.

563 looked at Dorgon helplessly and asked.

"My Lord, silver is nothing but stone!"

"It cannot be eaten, nor worn! It cannot feed a million-strong army!"

"Our silver is only truly silver if it can be spent!"

"Otherwise, it's just stone!"

"The price of rice in Shengjing has already reached seven taels per dan!"

"What good is fifty million taels of silver?!"

"Our silver may be less useful than the two million taels from Hongwu's era!"

The Eight Banners control only a corner of Liaodong.

Though it is said to span three thousand li.

Even three thousand li could hardly hold more than one or two hundred Battalion Commander at most.

Fifty million taels of silver.

This is only what Fancheng was able to uncover!

Who knows how much silver was actually poured in?

Dorgon glared at Fancheng, teeth clenched.

"Then… then, is there still a Method to break the deadlock?"

Fancheng shook his head weakly and smiled bitterly.

"Method to break the deadlock? My Lord! There is no Method to break the deadlock!"

"Our Great Qing fights the entire world with only a corner's strength!"

"Truly, a corner's strength against the whole world… never in history has such a thing occurred!"

"If the First Emperor of Qin had possessed such resolve, how could the Qin Dynasty have collapsed by the second generation?!"

The banner lords inside the Banknote Supervision Office stood frozen in place.

And within the Viceroy Yamen.

A "pada" sound echoed.

Fancheng seemed to have anticipated the sound from within the Viceroy Yamen.

He fell to his knees with a "putong" sound, moving toward the noise.

Watching Fancheng kneel on the ground.

Two young Eunuchs, trembling with fear, carried away the screen blocking Hong Taiji's view.

Hong Taiji's fan still lay on the floor.

"Your servant Fancheng has failed the imperial grace. I beg Your Majesty to punish me!"

Hong Taiji stared fixedly at Fancheng and asked.

"Mr. Fan, have we lost?"

Fancheng gritted his teeth.

"There is still one way!"

Hong Taiji whispered.

"Please, Mr. Fan, speak."

"The Great Ming only wants my head!"

"I offer my own head to make the Great Ming cease its actions!"

"I beg Your Majesty to punish me!"

Fancheng knew.

The chaos in silver prices was by no means good for the Great Ming either.

After all, in this era, silver was a vital currency.

The Great Ming had recklessly released such vast quantities of silver.

Even if it had no immediate effect on the interior.

Over time, it would surely bring great disaster!

Given time, it will inevitably become a great calamity!

So Fan Wencheng was certain that as soon as he was executed, the Great Ming would immediately stop.

At the very least, the Great Qing would not be drowned alive by this sky-high Bai Yin!

Hearing this, Huang Taiji was stunned.

Immediately, he looked at Fan Wencheng with a face full of gratitude and asked,

"If you go, how is it any different from cutting off one of my arms!"

Looking at Huang Taiji before him,

Fan Wencheng could not help but bitterly smile again and again in his heart.

Who is willing to die?

The Eight Banners might not kill him.

But would the common people of Mancheng at that time spare him?

And among the ministers in the entire court, who else would they find to clean up this mess in Shengjing now?

Only Fan Wencheng, and only Fan Wencheng, could settle this.

To be precise, only Fan Wencheng's blood

could barely manage to bluff this matter through.

Huang Taiji gazed at Fan Wencheng before him.

He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice,

"Someone come!"

"Your servant is here!"

Huang Taiji rose abruptly, gritted his teeth, and roared,

"Fan Wencheng has disrupted the court order; according to the law, he deserves execution. Considering his merits, his clan is exempted. In three days, behead Fan Wencheng and display his head publicly; issue the proclamation to all the Banners!"

"Yes!"

The news of Huang Taiji beheading Fan Wencheng

spread throughout the entire Liaodong in an instant.

Soon, the message was also delivered into the capital of the Great Ming.

Inside the Qianqing Palace,

Du Du Yinxi and Zhu Youjian stared in shock at the urgent memorial before them.

"This... this is?"

"We merely threw some silver, and Huang Taiji was so frightened that he had Fan Wencheng beheaded?"