Chapter 62: Practicing the Way of the Provincial Governor, Stabilizing the Foundation of the Great Han

Even those ministers who were loyal to the Great Han did not express opposition for the moment.

After all, they also had families behind them.

Their loyalty to the Great Han was real, but they also wanted to secure benefits for their own families.

Liu Hong watched this scene quietly, but his heart was filled with murderous intent.

Traitors and rebels, they were all nothing but traitors and rebels.

Liu Hong wished he could issue an order right now to execute this group of traitors and rebels.

But he knew he could not.

A trace of sorrow appeared in Liu Hong's eyes; was he still the supreme Emperor of the Great Han?

Politics is the art of compromise.

Liu Hong knew very well that these ministers were joining forces to force him into a compromise.

Once the Provincial Governor System is restored, who will benefit the most?

It is these powerful noble clans.

These powerful noble clans were already entrenched in the regions, controlling every aspect of local affairs.

If they were to obtain the official position of a provincial governor, would anyone in the provincial government still listen to the orders of him, the Emperor?

Liu Hong looked at Liu Yan, wishing he could tear him into eight pieces.

As a member of the Han imperial clan and the Director of the Imperial Clan, he did not consider the interests of the Liu family, but was instead digging up the roots of the Liu family.

No, Liu Yan was doing this for the sake of the imperial clan.

After all, if the Liu imperial clan became local provincial governors, they could likewise carve out their own territories.

Did he not see that not only the powerful noble clans agreed, but even most of the Liu clan members agreed as well?

Liu Hong took a deep breath and looked at the ministers kneeling before him.

At this moment, he felt that it was not the ministers kneeling to him, but he, the Emperor, who was kneeling to the ministers.

These were the good ministers of the Great Han, these were the good imperial clansmen of the Great Han.

Liu Hong took a deep breath; in the end, he could not make an enemy of all the factions in the imperial court.

And it was precisely at this time, when the Yellow Turban Army was in revolt, that Liu Yan proposed such a suggestion.

In ordinary times, Liu Hong could still suppress the ministers.

But now, Liu Hong needed these ministers to help him suppress the Yellow Turban Army, so he had to compromise.

Restoring the Provincial Governor System and the provincial governors becoming too powerful—that was a matter for the future.

But the Yellow Turban Army revolt was right before his eyes.

Liu Yan, oh Liu Yan, you truly are a good Director of the Imperial Clan for my Liu family.

Standing on this supreme throne, Liu Hong felt a sense of loneliness and coldness.

Was he truly an Emperor whose word was law, or was he merely a puppet pushed forward by this group of people?

Liu Yan knelt on the ground, dealing Liu Hong another heavy blow.

"Your Majesty, abolishing the inspectorate and establishing provincial governors is to act in accordance with Heaven. By following the way of the provincial governor, the foundation of the Great Han will be stabilized."

Liu Yan did not care at all about Liu Hong's anger.

Planning for oneself is human nature.

Long before he requested to become a local provincial governor, he had already thought about how to set the stage for this scene.

Now that the Yellow Turban Army was powerful, it just happened to give him an opportunity.

The ministers present thought to themselves, why had they never realized that this Liu Yan was such a talent?

Everyone present knew clearly whether this Provincial Governor System was for the good of the people or for their own interests.

However.

Politics has always been a dirty art that needs to be cloaked in the guise of truth, goodness, and beauty.

If something could benefit them and their families, why wouldn't they do it?

As for the Great Han imperial court?

The Great Han imperial court had not perished yet, had it?

All the ministers present echoed in unison.

"We beg Your Majesty to follow the way of the provincial governor and stabilize the foundation of the Great Han."

"We beg Your Majesty to follow the way of the provincial governor and stabilize the foundation of the Great Han."

"Good, good, good."

Liu Hong suppressed his anger and said with a smile, "Then let us change the inspectorate to the Provincial Governor System. Minister Liu, you worry about the country and the people; the imperial court needs talents like you, so you shall stay honestly in the Great Han imperial court and serve the Great Han with loyalty and dedication."

Politics is the art of compromise; facing the ministers, Liu Hong, as the Emperor, had to compromise.

But Liu Hong could easily handle a man like Liu Yan.

Liu Yan wanted to return to the regions to serve as a provincial governor, carve out a territory, and act as a local emperor? He could keep dreaming.

Even if the Han Empire were to perish, he, Liu Hong, would ensure Liu Yan went down with the state.

Liu Hong turned and left the great hall directly, while the ministers present were all full of joy.

Changing the inspectorate to the Provincial Governor System meant the provincial governors would control local military, administrative, and financial power, effectively becoming local emperors.

Now they only needed to scheme for the official position of a provincial governor.

If the Han Empire suppressed the Yellow Turban rebellion, they could be local emperors in their regions.

If the Yellow Turban rebellion spread and the Great Han could not handle it, the world would fall into chaos.

At that time, they could rely on the territory of a province to plot for the world.

Only Liu Yan had an ugly expression; he had done all this to scheme for himself.

Who could have known that everything done until now was merely making wedding clothes for someone else; how could Liu Yan endure this?

In history, Liu Yan's schemes were successful; he successfully carved out Yizhou, plotted for the world, and even became a powerful lord of a region.

Unfortunately, due to a twist of fate, he has failed this time.

Regardless of what Liu Yan thinks, Liu Hong's imperial edict has already been sent out.

Led by Huangfu Song, three armies have joined forces to besiege the Yellow Turban Army.

At the same time, the heroes of the world are shaken; no one expected this.

A small Yellow Turban riot has actually developed to such a degree.

Now the Emperor has ordered the people of the world to come to the aid of the throne.

Those loyal and patriotic are filled with righteous indignation and immediately gather their troops, wishing to fight for the Han Empire.

Those with great justice in their hearts come from the frontiers, swearing to quell the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

But more are the ambitious, bursting with unprecedented ambition.

The Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out five years late, but some figures have finally begun to take the stage at this time.

Outside the passes of Xiliang, the demon king Dong Zhuo, who is like a demon god, looks toward the direction of the Imperial Capital, his gaze unprecedentedly burning.

In this World, history maintains its inertia, but some things have become unrecognizable, whether sooner or later.

The world's number one warrior, Lv Bu, has also, through a twist of fate, long since joined under the command of Dong Zhuo.

"The Yellow Turbans are in rebellion; I, the General, shall lead the Xiliang Iron Cavalry to pacify all rebellions for His Majesty."

Dong Zhuo laughed loudly and said, "My son Fengxian, the imperial court is corrupt and rebels are in power; now is the time for us to revitalize the court and restore order."

The ambition in Dong Zhuo's words was not concealed.

This demon king from Xiliang perhaps does not yet have any thoughts of usurping the throne or rebelling at this moment.

But he has long since developed the ambition to climb up, to climb to the very top step by step.

He wants to be a powerful minister, to make those scions of noble families kneel at his feet.

Born into a humble family, Dong Zhuo has always been suppressed and discriminated against by the noble families.

Now he wants to see if those scions of noble families can always remain so proud.

Lv Fengxian respectfully cupped his hands and said, "Adoptive father, your son will certainly clear away all obstacles for you."

Hearing Lv Bu's words, Dong Zhuo smiled proudly and said, "With my son Fengxian here, this world is within easy reach."

Dong Zhuo led the Xiliang Iron Cavalry and charged straight toward the direction of Sili.

This demon king of Xiliang had long been prepared, accumulating strength and waiting for the right moment to act.

Now he cannot wait.

Dong Zhuo of Xiliang leading the Xiliang Iron Cavalry to charge straight toward Sili is only the beginning.

The ambitious men of this world are all waiting for an opportunity.

Now that this opportunity has come, they naturally will not let it pass.

(End of this chapter)