Chapter 49: A mere trifle, not worth mentioning

So, Ying Zi Ye was neither a wastrel nor a good-for-nothing.

To be able to write such elegant characters, it is evident he has put in no small amount of effort.

These past few years, it has been hard on him.

If Ying Zi Ye were also skilled in martial arts...

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng's heart began to thump wildly.

A future heir to the throne would certainly be best if he were well-versed in both literature and martial arts.

But if he is not skilled in martial arts, it is no matter; being able to manage and employ people is sufficient.

It is not that he had not considered naming Prince Fu Su as Crown Prince, but Prince Fu Su has been too deeply poisoned by the Rujia Sect.

His philosophy of governance is far too different from his own; if Prince Fu Su were to manage Great Qin, it would be perilous.

Ying Zheng withdrew his thoughts and looked toward Feng Quji and Chunyu Yue.

"Are you... willing to accept the loss of the wager?"

Chunyu Yue: "This subject... is willing to accept the loss!"

Feng Quji: "This old subject... is also willing to accept the loss!"

Their hearts, livers, and lungs all ached with pain.

"Good! Then after you leave the morning court, prepare to send the six million Qian to the Ninth Prince!"

"As for how you provide it, or how much each of you gives, that is your own affair."

Ying Zheng's face was full of smiles; his son had earned six million Qian in one go, and he was very pleased.

The gazes of the court officials toward the Ninth Prince had changed.

Good heavens, this trick of playing the pig to eat the tiger had swindled six million Qian in an instant.

One must know that in Great Qin, a Chancellor's annual salary is only about three hundred thousand Qian.

Now, having to hand over six million Qian at once, even if the two split it, they must each pay three million Qian.

This is a Chancellor's salary for ten years without eating or drinking!

Many officials felt lucky; fortunately, they had not participated, otherwise, they would be crying without tears now.

The gazes the officials cast toward Feng Quji and Chunyu Yue were filled with mockery.

If there were a crack in the court floor, the two would have loved to find one and crawl inside.

They had lost face all the way to their grandmother's house.

"A mere trifle, not worth mentioning?"

Ying Zheng had just been focused on the matter of the wager.

Now that the matter of the wager between them was resolved.

Then it was time to resolve the two questions he had raised.

He cast his gaze back toward that sheet of Xuan paper.

He saw those eight large characters written on the paper.

"Ying Zi Ye, do you mean to say that you have a way to resolve the issues of the treasury and the remnants of the six states?"

Ying Zheng raised an eyebrow; this could be considered the greatest matter of Great Qin.

How did it become something not worth mentioning in this son's mouth?

Was it arrogance? Was it ignorance? Or did he truly have confidence?

The officials also quieted down at this moment.

Thinking of the answer written on that Xuan paper just now.

Their brows all furrowed.

What a big tone!

This tone was boundless in its madness.

These two matters were things they had been unable to resolve for many years.

Yet to the Ninth Prince, they had become: a mere trifle, not worth mentioning!

How could this group of officials bear such words?

One must know that in recent years, Great Qin had long been spending more than it earned.

Building the Great Wall, the Epang Palace, constructing the Emperor's tomb, and the Qin imperial roads.

These four major projects were a massive expenditure. ===== CHAPTER 51 =====