Chapter 1287: People die compared to people

The capital was quiet for a few days, and Emperor Jian Shi suddenly made a big move.

He issued an edict to strip the princely titles of several clan princes who were imprisoned in the Shaofu prison! The only one who escaped the net was Prince Anping, who was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison.

Once the news came out, it shocked the world.

No one could understand the purpose of Emperor Jian Shi's move.

Was it because he disliked these parasites for being too able to eat?

Or was it because he disliked these parasites for being an eyesore?

It couldn't be that they were really rebelling.

No people, no soldiers, rebelling my ass. At most, they were provoking discord, fanning the flames, being grass on the wall, and drilling around to take advantage.

Can't think it through, can't think it through!

Palace!

It had been raining for several days, and the weather was slightly cold.

Emperor Jian Shi wasn't afraid of the cold, opening his clothes, exposing his chest and abdomen, walking barefoot in the Taiji Palace hall, muttering to himself. If one approached and listened carefully, one would know he was reciting Daoist scriptures.

Truly pious!

He didn't handle proper court affairs, but instead spent all his energy on taking pills, and now he was studying Daoist scriptures, as if he had signs of becoming an immortal.

The lesson of the late Emperor was so profound, His Majesty couldn't repeat the same mistakes.

Wang Defa had the heart to persuade, but couldn't find a chance to speak.

He was loyal, but he also cherished his life!

If his life was gone, what was the use of having loyalty.

"Your Majesty, why not drink a cup of tea to moisten your throat." He asked cautiously.

Emperor Jian Shi didn't pay attention to him, always muttering the essentials of the scriptures.

Not until the little eunuch reported that the Zongzheng Temple Minister was asking to see him.

Emperor Jian Shi suddenly stopped, stunned for a moment, before coming back to his senses.

If it were any other official asking to see him at this time, he would only have one word: roll!

But the Zongzheng Temple Minister was different, managing the royal clan, and was also an elder in the clan, so he couldn't not see him. He could roughly guess the purpose of the other party's visit.

"Proclaim!"

Wang Defa led a group of palace maids, rushing forward to tidy up Emperor Jian Shi's clothes. Imperial dignity and decency could not be sloppy at any time. Even if the Emperor didn't care, how could the servants let the Emperor expose his chest and abdomen to see his subjects.

Everything was tidied up, and the Zongzheng Temple Minister was finally invited into the hall.

The monarch and subject chatted about personnel in the clan, about the talented young people in the next generation, about the news of some elder passing away... After chatting for the time it takes to drink two cups of tea, they finally chatted about the clan princes who had their titles stripped.

The Zongzheng Temple Minister didn't expect the Emperor to take back the order, just hoping not to strip them to the end, at least retain a title. Whether it was a Duke, a Hou Jue, or an ordinary Fengguo General, with a title, there was a salary, there was grain, and the problem of eating could be solved.

If there was no title, a whole family, relying on that little head-grain, the days were worse than ordinary city people.

Pitiful!

Moreover, these clan princes who had their titles stripped had many concubines, warm-room maids, none of whom were on the clan genealogy, so they couldn't get head-grain. Plus, their sons and grandsons also had many concubines, who were also not on the clan genealogy.

Without a title, a whole family had a problem eating.

Relying on past savings...

These parasites spent money lavishly on weekdays, used to luxurious life. As the saying goes, it's hard to go from luxury to frugality. Those savings, in a few years, could be ruined.

As the Zongzheng Temple Minister, he had to think about the future for these people, find them a proper business, and ensure they all ate from an iron rice bowl. Even if they were spendthrifts, at least they didn't have to worry about starving. Otherwise, these shameless things would come to block his door, hit his autumn wind, and eat his grain.

In the final analysis, all the consequences were borne by him.

Bitter!

Must let the Emperor loosen his hand, can't do this!

Emperor Jian Shi's brain was buzzing, very irritable. Stripping titles, and still having to be responsible for these people's food, how unreasonable.

"Your Majesty might as well execute their nine generations, kill them all. Or give them a way to live. They are all clan members, there's no reason to watch them starve to death. If it spreads out, does the royal face still want it."

Emperor Jian Shi had a black face. "Absurd! This Emperor's intention was to clean up these things. In the end, this Emperor has to be responsible for their livelihood."

"They are all surnamed Song. One pen cannot write two Songs, all passed down from one ancestor, Your Majesty cannot not care. Stripping titles, this old official has no meaning. At least retain a little face. If Your Majesty dislikes the Hou Jue title being too generous, reward them with a Fengguo General, it won't cost much money in a year. The key is to have an income, to avoid these parasites who don't produce starving to death."

The Zongzheng Temple Minister was reasonable and evidence-based; since they weren't executing them, they had to manage them to the end. After all, they were clan members! Either be a bit ruthless, remove them from the clan! Then they wouldn't have to care at all.

Clearly, Emperor Jian Shi didn't intend to expel these people from the clan. Still had to keep them under his nose to watch, to avoid trouble.

Pondered for a while, a bit unwilling. "Can give a Fengguo General. Re-register the population, hand over the hidden population. Hand over 70% of the family property! This Emperor can make an exception."

The Zongzheng Temple Minister nodded decisively.

Stripped of titles, handing over 70% of family property was reasonable. The Prince's Mansion had many collections that didn't fit their current status and had to be collected back. The Prince's Mansion residence also had to be collected back, and other residences arranged for them to live in.

These residences needed the cooperation of the Shaofu.

Emperor Jian Shi approved the note for the Zongzheng Temple Minister, and the Zongzheng Temple Minister took the note and rushed out of the palace to negotiate with the Shaofu House Order.

"A group of parasites! Truly bad luck!"

Emperor Jian Shi was irritable and unhappy.

Wang Defa presented the pills in time. "Your Majesty, time to take the medicine!"

Emperor Jian Shi's mood instantly turned from cloudy to sunny, took the pills, and sat in meditation with several Daoists to refine the pills.

The Emperor Jian Shi who took the pills was vigorous.

He threw the court affairs aside and went straight to the harem.

Several beauties had just entered the palace, all of them stunning. Emperor Jian Shi was licentious in broad daylight, favoring two beauties at the same time. The daily records recorded it truthfully.

The news from the harem reached the front court, and the court officials were very dissatisfied, too absurd.

There were censors who submitted memorials, asking the Emperor to reflect on himself, asking the political hall to persuade the Emperor.

The ministers in the political hall were indifferent, and the censors turned their guns directly to spray the Left Prime Minister Xie Changling wildly. Not persuading the Emperor, the biggest responsibility was the Xie Prime Minister.

Yu Zhaoan, as the Right Prime Minister, was also affected.

Originally thought it was a small matter.

But because the war flames ignited again in the south, the small matter became a big matter.

The court blew up a storm. The central figure Xie Changling was fine, but the Right Prime Minister Yu Zhaoan became the biggest victim, forced to take the blame, and gray-facedly was kicked off the stage, starting a retirement life at a young age.

"That venomous ghost surnamed Xie... I suspect this entire storm was calculated by him, with the ultimate goal of driving me out of the Secretariat. The brat isn't old, but his methods are truly vicious."

Yu Zhaoan was furious in the mansion, cursing Xie Changling for not being a human. Using the censor's impeachment to calculate him openly.

So angry!

Chen Guanlou accompanied him to drink and said with a smile: "You, a Jinshi, are ultimately not the opponent of the top scholar."

"Is he a top scholar so amazing?"

"Indeed very amazing. Compare family background, compare background, compare backing, compare talent, compare appearance, which one can you compare to him."

This is called one mountain higher than another, people die compared to people! ===== CHAPTER 1288 =====