Chapter 1089: Truth is a sharp knife, while lies do not hurt

Lies do not hurt people; the truth is the sharp knife.

If Ricci were talking nonsense, spewing filth, and scolding Philip's family, Philip wouldn't even pay attention to Ricci, because that's all the ability he would have. If Philip bothered with him, then Philip would be the one who lost.

But Ricci was not talking nonsense; he was speaking the truth, and his judgment was very objective.

As a scholar-official, one must be able to do one thing: how to scold someone until they break down and are in pain without using dirty words. If one can poke the vital parts of a person's heart, liver, spleen, and stomach with just one or two sentences, then one is a qualified scholar-official.

Clearly, Ricci was a very qualified scholar-official. When he scolded people, he specifically poked at their lungs and heart.

With one sentence, he destroyed all of Philip's glorious achievements in the first half of his life. So what if you, Philip, are the monarch of the Empire on which the sun never sets? Where is the significance of your promotion of history?

With so much gold, silver, and goods, after getting them, not to mention promoting the development of the entire West, did you even solve the problems in Spain itself?

Madrid is still full of slums.

It is not at all strange that Philip broke down upon hearing this. In fact, Ricci had always been his loyal subject, and it was he himself who pushed Ricci out.

This was not the first time Ricci had returned to the West. Last time, when the special envoy of Solon was killed for selling opium, Ricci specifically returned to the West from the Great Ming and talked to Philip for a full fifteen days. Philip didn't listen to a single word of what he said.

Ricci asked Philip not to be in a hurry to attack England, but Philip didn't listen. Ricci asked Philip not to engage in assassinations anymore, as it would only make the enemy more united and be completely useless, but Philip didn't listen.

Ricci spent a full day explaining the history of assassination culture and assassination politics in China, which had proven with countless actual examples over thousands of years that engaging in assassinations, besides harvesting a bit of emotional value, would only be counterproductive.

Politics is a ruthless game. If one only pursues emotional value, one will be defeated.

Ricci said a lot, a lot. Although he wasn't as good then as he was now, he wasn't far off. If Philip had listened to even one sentence, he wouldn't have been stuck in the quagmire of the expedition.

Blame Ricci for not being loyal to Spain? Ricci had truly been very loyal. He had done everything a subject could do. Unfortunately, Philip didn't listen.

Zhu Zhu Yijun felt he had made a fatal mistake. He shouldn't have let Ricci return to the West. He didn't know what the result of this decision would be. As an Emperor, he naturally didn't like uncontrollable situations.

Thinking on the bright side, Ricci returning to the West could stir up the waters of the West, allowing the Great Ming to have more time to expand overseas, obtain more benefits, and make it easier and more convenient to receive the legacy of Spain when the sun sets.

The first Empire on which the sun never sets is setting. This is the price of Philip's irrational decision. All countries capable of ocean voyages and global circumnavigation are fighting for the legacy of the setting sun, and the Great Ming is no exception. The East Pacific Trade Alliance has three Spanish Governor-General's offices, and the Great Ming is using various ways to strengthen its control.

And once the West falls into chaos, the Great Ming can take the opportunity to seize more benefits.

But considering the worst aspect, once Ricci succeeds, the West will truly have sufficient cohesion, which will allow Western countries to eventually win in ocean expansion.

After all, a divided West is the best West. Being unable to form a combined force makes it very difficult to form effective competition with the Great Ming in maritime trade.

Zhu Zhu Yijun was good at anticipating the enemy from a broad perspective. He always thought of the worst in everything, which often led to good results. This had become his path dependency. Many times, making the worst plans could make handling state affairs more comfortable.

For example, in the early years of Emperor Wanli, Zhu Zhu Yijun even prepared for the feudalization of Liaodong. Li Li Chengliang and the Liaodong people he represented were also targets of the Beijing Camp. On this point, Zhu Zhu Yijun and Qi Qi Jiguang never hid it from Li Li Chengliang and Li Li Rusong.

For a long time, Li Li Rusong had prepared to use his father as military merit. This was not a difficult choice. Li Li Rusong saw the Emperor's firm determination to revitalize martial arts. If his father couldn't see it, he had to let his father know this determination through actions.

In the second year of Emperor Wanli, Li Li Chengliang knew of the preparations of the Emperor and Qi Qi Jiguang. Li Li Chengliang didn't weigh the pros and cons too much before making a decision. He didn't lead the Liaodong people down the path of "raising bandits to respect oneself," but instead became the noble Marquis Ningyuan Marquis Mansion of the Great Ming.

Even as long as Li Li Chengliang passed away peacefully, their family would immediately become a Duke's Mansion. This represented that Liaodong ultimately did not head toward feudalization. This was the best result for the Great Ming, the imperial court, the Emperor, Liaodong, and the Liaodong people.

If it really came to the point of meeting with weapons, no one would be able to be decent.

Li Li Chengliang could understand the worries of the imperial court, the Emperor, and Qi Qi Jiguang. As long as one had eyes, one could see the situation in Liaodong deteriorating. He stated many times that sometimes "raising bandits to respect oneself" was just for self-protection. Before the Emperor Wanli Reform, what did the Great Ming military administration look like? After the reform, what kind of scene was it?

If one discusses behavior while casting aside the era background, it has no meaning.

The Emperor could also understand Li Li Chengliang. Qi Qi Jiguang and Yu Yu Dayou had won victories, yet they still had to "atone for crimes with merit." The deformity of the Great Ming military administration was obvious to all.

Regarding Ricci's return to the West, whether it would allow the West to have the strength to confront the Great Ming, this required the Emperor to make a cautious judgment.

And the result of the Emperor's judgment was that it was very difficult for Ricci to truly change the West. The final plan he gave, Great Unification, was indeed the answer to the West's problems, but Ricci couldn't do it, Philip couldn't do it, Napoleon couldn't do it later, and Hitler couldn't do it either.

The West couldn't produce a First Emperor, let alone a Zhu Zhu Yuanzhang.

During the Emperor Wanli Reform Great Speculation, the Ministry of Rites had a new understanding of the phrase "exerting the remaining strength of six generations." Sorting through the history of the First Emperor's reign carefully, one would discover that when the First Emperor was just the King of Qin, the State of Qin did not possess the national strength to swallow the world. The First Emperor's unification of the six states had great contingency.

And after the First Emperor paved this bloody path, later generations knew that this path was passable and could be walked, so they walked along this path all the way to today.

The State of Qin lasted a long time, but the Qin Dynasty's time was extremely short. Logically speaking, such a short dynasty should have had very weak presence in history, but scholars of successive dynasties would repeatedly discuss the Qin Dynasty, which just happened to prove the importance of the First Emperor.

Similarly, the West couldn't produce a Zhu Zhu Yuanzhang. Rome had been destroyed for so long, and it had never been able to return like lightning.

"Ricci is a smart man. He stayed in the Great Ming for twenty years, and he clearly knew the result." Zhu Zhu Yijun put down his worries. His courage could bring some changes to the West, but the time needed to change the foundation was not ten or fifty years, but a time scale of over five hundred years.

Zhu Zhu Yijun put down his worries and finished reading the memorial from the Ministry of Rites.

Philip sent an envoy to the Great Ming to replace Ricci's position, continue to maintain communication with the Great Ming, maintain the smooth progress of trade between the two countries, and safeguard the friendship between the Great Ming and Spain.

What made Zhu Zhu Yijun very surprised was that Philip still had a very good impression of the Great Ming Emperor.

In the state letter, Philip specifically mentioned the Great Ming Emperor in the far east, who had solemnly reminded him twice in state letters to be careful of the storms in the Atlantic and not to easily launch an expedition.

Gods cannot bleed. Small defeats and small losses can be blamed on generals, but once there is a major defeat, then the god is no longer a god, and the myth of invincibility will be broken.

He had already clearly realized the tragic consequences of the expedition's failure, but there was no turning back on this road.

Life has always been like this; once the move is made, there is no regret.

Philip also expressed sincere gratitude to the Great Ming Emperor in the state letter, because last year the Emperor had someone bring a state letter, which was a conclusion obtained by the Great Ming Ministry of Rites: the chaos in Atlantic trade was certainly because of England's privateering licenses, which had turned Atlantic trade into a pot of porridge.

But the one who gave England the opportunity was Philip.

If Philip had been a little better to the overseas colonies and treated the pioneers who went out to expand the colonies as human beings, he wouldn't have given England the opportunity.

On the surface, it was certainly England, this stirrer of shit, playing a negative role that could not be ignored, but in reality, before England stirred the shit, Atlantic trade had long been a cesspit, which was why the stirrer of shit could play a role.

Cruel and harsh exploitation made the governors of the Governor-General's offices feel exhausted and unable to cope, not to mention the indigenous people who acted as laborers. To put it bluntly, these governors of overseas colonies were even cooperating with England to disrupt Atlantic trade in order to keep more benefits locally.

This led to a natural question: if there hadn't been the expedition to England, would this Spanish Empire on which the sun never sets really not have set?

The Great Ming didn't say it clearly, but Philip gave a clear answer in the state letter: even without the expedition, the sun that never sets would still have set. Even if he really didn't want to admit it, it was indeed so.

Philip sadly discovered that looking back, in the process of overseas expansion, he had never established a stable order in the Atlantic, and even Spain itself was a mess.

Before England looked at the ocean, the maritime trade environment was already deteriorating rapidly, but he didn't see this point, immersed in the glory of countless gold and silver arriving at the House of Trade of the New World, unable to extricate himself.

Philip also made changes. Spain was going to reorganize the parliament. This time, it gave seats to the New World. Every overseas Governor-General's office could send an envoy back to Madrid to participate in state decision-making. Similarly, he planned to reduce the share of the treasure ships to let the overseas colonies catch their breath.

This was Philip's change. He finally began to face the status of the overseas colonies and had some policies of gentleness.

"Not enough, completely not enough. He isn't even as generous as I am." Zhu Zhu Yijun finished reading Philip's state letter and gave a stingy evaluation.

Perhaps Philip felt he was generous enough, but Zhu Zhu Yijun looked carefully at these things, and they were all empty and flashy, without a single bit of substantial benefit.

Parliamentary seats? Even if the envoys from the Governor-General's offices arrived at the parliament, would they really represent the interests of the Governor-General's offices and fight for benefits for them? Don't even think about it. Politics is compromise, or interest exchange, and even more so, forming cliques.

The environment they were in determined that they would not represent the interests of the Governor-General's offices.

Similarly, the so-called reduction in the share of treasure ships was only a tiny bit, still far higher than the share before the expedition. This is making concessions? Zhu Zhu Yijun didn't see a single bit of sincerity; it was more like a gesture.

The Governor of Mexico, Peto, defected to the Great Ming. He could get five-masted ocean-crossing ships to clear out pirates and maintain the maritime trade environment.

Philip wouldn't even promise the title of King.

"Your Majesty, your subject is dull. Aren't Spain's problems all caused by the expedition to England? Since that's the case, just stop fighting. Isn't that enough? Holding on like this, suffering for the sake of face." Zhang Hong expressed his doubt.

Anyone with eyes could see that this was already a rotten war, and yet they were continuing it. It was simply inexplicable.

Zhu Zhu Yijun shook his head and said, "People can only decide the start of a war, but cannot decide the end of a war. Philip, or Spain, fundamentally cannot stop anymore. They are now in a situation of gambling the national destiny with England."

"A large and strong nation must learn how to bully the weak, rather than gambling its national destiny with a small nation. Whether you win or lose, it's a total loss."

"Your subject is dull." Zhang Hong didn't understand too clearly, and he was too lazy to understand. Anyway, he was just filling in for a while. When Li Li Yougong returned, it would be more appropriate for him to manage His Majesty's daily life. Talent is something that if you have it, you have it; if you don't, you don't. One shouldn't force it.

Philip fundamentally couldn't stop anymore. Even if he wanted to stop, the English wouldn't stop.

"Hasn't Chen Chen Dazhuang arrived yet?" Zhu Zhu Yijun asked about a person, the Iron Ridge Marquis Chen Chen Dazhuang of the Great Iron Datie Datie Lingwei. After Ling Ling Yunyi passed away, Chen Chen Dazhuang set sail to return to the capital upon hearing the news. He wanted to kowtow before Ling Ling Yunyi's grave.

For Chen Chen Dazhuang, Ling Ling Yunyi was like a reborn parent.

"Not yet. Three days ago, they said they had arrived at Shuri Prefecture. At this time, they are probably still at sea." Zhang Hong calculated the time. If they weren't in a hurry, it would take at least another day or more to arrive.

Zhu Zhu Yijun waited for another three days and finally waited for Chen Chen Dazhuang, who had returned to the Great Ming, and summoned him.

"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty. May Your Majesty live ten thousand years in golden peace." After Chen Chen Dazhuang entered the imperial study of the Yanqing Palace, he immediately performed the grand ceremony of five bows and three kowtows to pay respects. The etiquette was very complete, and he was very respectful.

After the ceremony, Chen Chen Dazhuang bowed and kowtowed again, saying respectfully, "On the way back to the Great Ming, your subject heard that Your Majesty had conferred the posthumous title of 'Tian Wenjing' on your subject's foster father. Your subject kowtows on behalf of your foster father to thank Your Majesty for your vast imperial grace."

Ling Ling Yunyi's sons were not very promising—they were neither good at literature nor martial arts. "If the son is not taught, it is the father's fault." Ling Ling Yunyi was too busy and too restless to manage these children.

Ling Ling Yunyi's foster sons were very promising. For example, this Chen Chen Dazhuang, who managed the Great Iron Ridge in the Jue Prefecture, exported sixty million jin of iron ore back to the Great Ming every year. This was a tremendous contribution.

"It is as it should be. Forgo the formalities." Zhu Zhu Yijun signaled for Chen Chen Dazhuang to rise and said with a smile, "Sit down and speak."

Chen Chen Dazhuang talked to the Emperor about the Great Iron Datie Datie Lingwei. There was actually nothing to say about the Great Iron Datie Datie Lingwei—a vast desert area. Chen Chen Dazhuang only went twice a year. Most of the time, he lived in Coconut Haicheng. The mines were all bought black barbarians and barbarian slaves, who couldn't run away even if they wanted to, as it was desert for thousands of miles.

The Emperor and Chen Chen Dazhuang talked about the various events before Ling Ling Yunyi's departure. Compared to the storms caused when Wang Wang Chonggu left, the things that happened after Ling Ling Yunyi passed away were just minor matters.

"This Ye Ye Xianggao, he was actually so bold?" Chen Chen Dazhuang was also extremely surprised. Ye Ye Xianggao did such a thing, and yet the punishment was just a salary fine? How was this different from no punishment? And this was still the opinion of the Ministry of Censors.

"It's not that Ye Ye Xianggao is bold; he also considers the consequences when doing things. History, after all, should be rough rather than detailed. If the cases handled by Tian Wenjing Gong were truly written into history, the ones who would be ashamed would not be Tian Wenjing Gong, but these powerful and wealthy people and local gentry." Zhu Zhu Yijun was very clear that Ye Ye Xianggao fundamentally had nothing to fear.

The major cases Ling Ling Yunyi handled in Guangdong, Shandong, and Korea all had the biggest common characteristic: colluding with the Japanese pirates.

After the Censors discovered Ye Ye Xianggao's bending of the truth, they couldn't find the answer in the imperial archives, but the official documents of the Ministry of Justice and local Southern Yamen that handled these cases back then were still there. After investigating slightly, the Censors chose to give up.

Because if they held on to it, it would easily lead to a problem: during the Emperor Jiajing Japanese pirate troubles, was it the powerful and wealthy of Jiangnan and the local gentry who invited the wolves into the house and played with fire, or were the Japanese pirates bold?

And these cases were all ironclad evidence, proving that it was playing with fire after inviting the wolves into the house. The imperial court's suppression of the Japanese pirates was instead covering for this, solving the problem and plugging the hole that the Jiangnan powerful and wealthy and local gentry had poked.

Seeing that Ling Ling Yunyi had already been buried in the Brother Jinshan Mausoleum, the Censors didn't dare to make trouble anymore.

Right now, His Majesty the Emperor had attributed the blame for the Emperor Jiajing Japanese pirate troubles to the Japanese pirates through the narrative of the Japanese tribute dispute. If they held on to it, wouldn't that be asking His Majesty to pursue the responsibility of the powerful and wealthy and local gentry of the Great Ming?

It is better to be rough than detailed; it is better not to be so clear and distinct.

"So that's how it is." Chen Chen Dazhuang really knew nothing about these things. If it weren't for the Emperor's detailed explanation, he really wouldn't have known there were so many twists and turns inside. Regarding this, Chen Chen Dazhuang could only evaluate that the hearts, livers, spleens, and stomachs of these scholars were all black.

That treacherous official Wang Wang Chonggu, arguing a bit, could be considered reasonable, but Ling Ling Yunyi's actions throughout his life didn't have a single bit of connection with the word "treacherous," and yet they still had to make such a fuss before they were willing to stop.

"I have received that tablet into the inner treasury. I'm afraid those few unpromising sons of Tian Wenjing Gong will destroy it." Zhu Zhu Yijun specifically mentioned that dog tablet. This was ironclad evidence. What sins the Kong family of Yanzhou had committed was clear and distinct. If this tablet were left at Ling Ling Yunyi's mansion, those few bastards would probably destroy it.

Speaking of Ling Ling Yunyi's sons, Chen Chen Dazhuang asked with a heavy face, "Your Majesty, your subject... heard that foster father actually interfered in the major affairs of the imperial examination?"

"It is indeed true. However, according to the Eight Deliberations, I have pardoned him." Zhu Zhu Yijun told Chen Chen Dazhuang the detailed process of this case. It was indeed Ling Ling Yunyi's son who did it. Before Ling Ling Yunyi passed away, he had asked the Emperor to kill that son to give the world justice.

"Your subject will return to the capital and intends to beat him up! You bastard! Foster father was old and couldn't beat him, but your subject is in his prime!" Chen Chen Dazhuang turned red with anger after hearing this!

The son bullied his father for being old and unable to beat him—this was simply unreasonable!

"Beat him hard, beat them for me!" Zhu Zhu Yijun not only didn't oppose it but also said angrily, "These bastards, I was stationed in the Southern Southern Yamen and left the capital, and they actually left the Brother Jinshan Mausoleum where they were supposed to be mourning and went to visit prostitutes!"

Mourning at the Brother Jinshan Mausoleum could be chosen for twenty-seven days or twenty-seven months. These five sons actively chose twenty-seven months, but they secretly slipped away and took prostitutes to go on an outing.

This matter was soon reported to the Emperor by the eunuch in charge of the Brother Jinshan Mausoleum. The eunuch in charge was so angry that he wrote three memorials in a row, scolding these bastards. Since the establishment of the Brother Jinshan Mausoleum, he had never seen such unfilial sons!

And it wasn't just one person; of the five children mourning, three had slipped out.

"Don't beat them to death. If they don't get a good beating, they won't know who they are." Zhu Zhu Yijun originally planned to use the heavy rod when he returned to the capital, but since Chen Chen Dazhuang was back, he would leave it to Chen Chen Dazhuang.

"Your subject has fought for many years and knows how to handle it. Your Majesty, rest assured." Chen Chen Dazhuang knew nothing else but fighting. He knew very clearly where he could strike and where it hurt the most. When interrogating prisoners, he could often make them remember the appearance of their great-grandmother with just one punch!

"I'll leave it to you!" Zhu Zhu Yijun added, "Treat it as a serious matter."

"Your subject understands." Chen Chen Dazhuang immediately said.

Reason is dry and boring; it's not as direct as using means.

Mourning at the Brother Jinshan Mausoleum, these five sons chose twenty-seven months, but they secretly slipped away. If Zhu Zhu Yijun hadn't cared about Ling Ling Yunyi's reputation, he would have taken them down and tortured them long ago.

It was appropriate for Chen Chen Dazhuang to do it; it wouldn't be wrongly interpreted as the Emperor releasing some kind of signal.

Zhu Zhu Yijun saw Chen Chen Dazhuang off. After meeting the Emperor, Chen Chen Dazhuang rested for a day and then had to return to the capital. He would mourn for twenty-seven days, and after the mourning ended, he would stop by his hometown to take a look, continue south to Coconut Haicheng, and guard the iron mountain of the Great Iron Datie Datie Lingwei for the Great Ming.

"Your Majesty, Sun Sun Kehong requests an audience." Zhang Hong said with hesitation, "He gave quite a bit of silver just to pass on this sentence."

"How much?" Zhu Zhu Yijun asked quite calmly. Feng Bao hadn't spoken less for people over the years, and he had always told the Emperor clearly—take the money and do the work. Of course, sometimes he took the money and didn't do the work.

"Fifteen thousand silver." Zhang Hong told the Emperor. This sentence reached the imperial ears, and he and his disciples took that much silver.

Being a Great Eunuch under His Majesty, one can be greedy, but some silver can be taken, and some silver cannot.

Eunuchs who aren't greedy aren't eunuchs. Zhang Hong didn't intend to hide it from the Emperor. Taking the money meant taking the money. This sentence was worth fifteen thousand silver, which was because His Majesty had summoned Sun Sun Kehong many times; otherwise, this sentence wouldn't have reached the Emperor's ears. This money could be taken.

"Summon him to see me." Zhu Zhu Yijun agreed. Zhang Hong had already done his best, and as for whether the Emperor would summon him, the decision was naturally made by His Majesty.

In the afternoon, Sun Sun Kehong, who had bathed and changed clothes, arrived at the Yanqing Palace and waited in the West Flower Hall for a quarter of an hour before being summoned by the Emperor.

Sun Sun Kehong sat in the swivel chair, visibly aged a lot. When he retired as General Manager, he was still a handsome old man, but now he could be described as old and decrepit.

"The ugly affairs of the family have made Your Majesty laugh." Sun Sun Kehong was helpless. Good news doesn't go out, but bad news travels a thousand miles. The messy affairs in Sun Sun Kehong's family had become a hot topic of discussion on the streets.

The third son set a trap for the second, the fourth set a trap for the third, the second set a trap for the fourth, and the third also gave the fourth a green hat. How chaotic it was.

In the end, one was executed, one went to the Brother Jinshan Kingdom, and one went to the Elder Jinchi Governor-General's office. It seemed the eldest, who didn't have much brains, was the most obedient one; he only needed a beating to know how to repent.

"Passing down a family is difficult; it's not a strange thing. You came into the palace, what for?" Zhu Zhu Yijun didn't laugh at Sun Sun Kehong. He also had a head full of lawsuits; the fourth son, Zhu Zhu Changhong, really had something.

Sun Sun Kehong sat up straight and said, "Your subject thought about it and discovered that it was all caused by the silver in the family. When there was no silver, the children were still brotherly and friendly. With silver, they started fighting, which made people laugh."

"Your subject thought for many days and intends to donate the family's silver to Your Majesty, so as to save them from breaking their heads for this bit of family property and making people laugh."

"Your subject intends to donate it to Your Majesty."

"No, wait a minute. You intend to donate all the silver to me?! Are you sure?" Zhu Zhu Yijun interrupted Sun Sun Kehong. This turn was too fast, to the point that Zhu Zhu Yijun didn't react. Sun Sun Kehong wanted to donate money, and donate it to him, the Emperor.

Sun Sun Kehong said very definitely, "Whether he agrees or not, the silver is your subject's, not his. If he wants it, he can earn it himself!" Sun Sun Kehong was actually very disappointed in the eldest. He had recently found out about something: the eldest was keeping a mistress outside, and it was an old woman thirteen years older than him. People's preferences are truly strange.

"How do you intend to donate it?" Zhu Zhu Yijun saw that Sun Sun Kehong was serious, so he sat up straight.

Sun Sun Kehong took out a memorial and said, "Your Majesty, the Great Ming now has 13,500 medical graduates walking into counties and villages, saving countless lives. There will be more in the future. Your subject intends to give the silver to Your Majesty and asks Your Majesty to use the annual interest to reward these health workers."

"Select one 'Apricot Forest Saint Hand' and nine 'Qi Gate Good Doctors' every year, and distribute the silver to them. They shouldn't be unknown."

Zhu Zhu Yijun listened and looked at the old man in front of him, feeling more and more respect. He nodded and said, "In that case, I will add to it and add a sum of money to give them more rewards."

"About how much do you have?"

Sun Sun Kehong handed the memorial to Zhang Hong and said, "All my family assets, when converted, amount to 11 million silver."

"You give it all to me, what will you do?" Zhu Zhu Yijun looked at the memorial. Sun Sun Kehong had truly converted all the assets under his name and was prepared to donate them all to the inner treasury, with the interest going to these health workers who had made outstanding contributions.

Sun Sun Kehong said with a smile, "Chen Li Jingyi said he would support me in my old age. He helped me calculate this account. Your subject is not good at raising sons, but I have a bit of an eye for taking apprentices."

This was a promise even the Emperor knew about. If Chen Li Jingyi did anything unfilial, then there would be no need for Chen Li Jingyi to mix in the Great Ming anymore. ===== CHAPTER 1090 =====

Sun Sun Kehong handed the memorial to Zhang Hong and said, "After calculating all my family assets, it comes to 11 million silver."

"If you give it all to me, what will you do?" Zhu Zhu Yijun looked at the memorial. Sun Sun Kehong had truly calculated all the assets under his name, preparing to donate them all to the Inner Treasury, with the interest to be given to these health workers who had made outstanding contributions.

Sun Sun Kehong smiled and said, "Chen Li Jingyi said he would provide for my retirement; he even helped me calculate these accounts. I am not good at raising sons, but I still have some eye for picking disciples."

This was a promise known even to His Majesty; if Chen Li Jingyi were to do anything unfilial, then there would be no need for him to continue making a living in the Great Ming.