Hundreds of civil and military officials walked towards the palace in a mighty manner. But with the footsteps entering, Fang Cai's enthusiasm and pride slowly faded. No matter how brave and fearless they said before, gradually, their backs gradually became bent, and their blood gradually became cold.

The knife and axe hands on both sides of the palace gate seem to be fierce butchers. Everyone looked at the civil and military officials with such bad eyes. That kind of look, as if selecting cattle and sheep to be slaughtered, the playful sweeping gaze, as if looking for where to start.

There was a slight tremble, whether it was Kong Jie, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, or the old man who had already handed in his resignation as if he was dead, his eyes flashed with fear. Even if Mo Wuxian didn't really raise the butcher's knife against this group of civil and military ministers, the atmosphere in the palace was extremely depressing.

"Long live the Martial Emperor, long live, long live, long live—"

After the mountain shouted long live, Mo Wuxian's cold gaze swept over the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty. Every official who was swept by Mo Wuxian instantly felt the hairs on his back suddenly stand up. Mo Wuxi's gaze was like a knife, scraping their backs cruelly and mercilessly.

"Zhongqing is flat!" After a long time, Mo Wuxian lightly spit out such a sentence.

"Emperor Xie—"

"If there is something to play, there is nothing to retreat from-" The eunuch symbolically shouted again, and the Manchu Dynasty Wenwu suddenly felt a slight commotion. But only a moment later, the commotion subsided again.

Mo Wuxian's playful gaze swept over the ministers, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a faint smirk. Once again, the atmosphere was dreary, even to freezing.

Finally, a minister slowly stood up and slowly stepped out of the crowd, "Your Majesty, Liang Yuqi, the Ministry of Ministers, Commerce, Supervision and Supervision!"

"Say!" Mo Wuxian gently picked up the teacup in front of him and drank lightly.

"Your Majesty, since June last year, the tax revenue of our dynasty has fallen sharply. Just last month, the total monthly commercial tax revenue fell to the lowest in a decade. Nearly sixty percent of the merchants have stopped trading in the grasslands. And even the domestic merchants have also been reduced to the original seventy percent.

Nearly three-thirds of the shops in the capital alone have been transferred and resold, and the major grain stores in the capital have a tendency to raise prices. Your Majesty, for such a long time, the economy of our dynasty will definitely decline greatly, and the wealth of the people will be empty. The minister believed that if there was no adjustment or stabilization of the people's minds, there would be violent turmoil in the near future. Please also ask the emperor to learn clearly!"

"Well, I know, anything else?"

"Your Majesty, Shi Yueqi, Foreign Envoy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, in the past year, I have traveled to the grassland in the Great Zhou, and there have been many tragic cases of being ambushed by the Grassland Blood God Sect. And all the caravans that are ambushed are empty of talents. The Prairie Blood God Cult does not hijack property like ordinary horse thieves, they kill people without blinking an eye. Please also ask the emperor to decide......"

"This matter still has to be decided? The Blood God Cult is causing chaos on the grassland, that is his Khao Khan's business, you should send a stern negotiation to Khao Khan and let them deal with the Blood God Sect. If we can't restore peace to the grasslands, I will terminate all trade with the grasslands!"

"Huh?" When the words landed, the Manchu Dynasty civil and military were dumbfounded. Terminating the transaction is a rupture. What's more, the grassland has become accustomed to intercommunication with the Central Plains, and its dependence on grain, clothing, and iron tools in the Central Plains has become very serious. Rushing to terminate the transaction, isn't this forcing the grassland to pick up scimitars, bows and arrows?

"What's the problem?" Mo Wuxian asked lightly.

What's the problem? Is this what Mo Wuxian should say? Mo Wuxian is no longer the new emperor who has just taken over the throne, he is the emperor who has ruled the Great Zhou Dynasty for more than ten years. Can't he see the power of it?

Everyone was dumbfounded, and the civil and military officials glanced at each other, and finally an older official slowly stood up, "Your Majesty, the matter is serious, and a rash termination of trade will touch the fundamental interests of the grassland."

If the emperor does not give the grassland a buffer time, suddenly interrupting all trade will turn against the grassland, and when the time comes, the grassland Hulu will definitely raise a large army to attack. Are we going to give them a tough diplomatic intervention first, and then give them a deadline to purge the Blood God Cult?"

"Do you think I'm still afraid of the steppe Hulu now?"

"Your Majesty, it's not a question of being afraid or not, there's no need to start the war, it's better not to open it. Once a war breaks out, it will do me a hundred harms and no benefits to the Great Zhou and the grassland. Peace comes from hard time, so why should we break the ...... rashly"

"Why bother breaking it, you have forgotten about me being blocked in the Sheep's Head Fort by the Immortal Heavenly Palace, but I still remember. On top of my blueprint, there were originally hundreds of expeditions from the north to the south. If I know each other in the grassland, I will obediently come over and admit my mistakes, and I don't mind destroying them. This is the end of the matter, there is no need to argue. What else is going on?"

The civil and military officials still wanted to speak, but they were forced to retreat by Mo Wuxian scrutinizing his eyes. Looking at Mo Wuji's obstinate appearance, it seems that no matter how much it is, it will not help. Finally, the old man reluctantly retreated again.

"Is there anything else?" Mo Wuxian gently put down the teacup, and his eyes once again swept playfully over the hundreds of civil and military officials. And the atmosphere has become more dull and depressing.

"You're all done with it? Then I'm here to announce something. Everyone should have heard about this. Ningyue, the king of Lantian County, was so rebellious that he came to rob the prison in disregard of the laws of the imperial court. It is a great sin of rebellion, and the sin is unforgivable!

I want to expel him from the royal family genealogy and reclaim the title of King of Lantian County that was given to him. What do you think?" Mo Wuxian said lightly, his playful eyes swept over the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty again.

At this moment, the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing. The Manchu Dynasty civil and military also turned pale in an instant, and drops of cold sweat meandered down from their foreheads.

"Minister...... Against, as if he couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere, the old minister slowly stepped out of the sequence and knelt down respectfully in front of Mo Wuxian.

"Chen Qingnian? I remember that you had already handed in your resignation the day before yesterday? Stand down!"

"Minister...... Also opposed!" When Mo Wuxian's words settled, Kong Jie also strode out and knelt down in front of Mo Wuxian.

"Kong Jie?" Mo Wuxian looked at Kong Jie condescendingly with a cold gaze, looking at Kong Jie's slightly trembling back, Mo Wuji's eyes flashed with an inexplicable coldness, "Kong Jie, you were promoted to the Ministry of Rites last year, right? In the past year in office, I have not been able to make any achievements......

Kong Jie, you have neglected your duties, and I now announce that I will depose you as the secretary of the Ministry of Rites and demote you by seven levels. Demoted to the prefect of Yingzhou, let's take office tomorrow!"

Mo Wuxian didn't leave the slightest room, and he didn't even ask a reason. Whoever opposed, directly dismissed the official and dismissed him, and in an instant, a court directly changed from a first-rank member to a seven-rank prefect.

"Who else?" Mo Wuxian coldly swept over the crowd of civil and martial artists, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a cruel sneer.

"Hmph, I spoiled you before, but today, I want to remind you. I am the Son of Heaven of the Great Zhou, and I am the emperor of this world. My words are destiny. Today, I not only want to depose the prince of Ning Yue, but I also want to behead all the rebellions of the Jiangzhou Martial Arts League in Yashan.

The people I want to kill, no one can stop them, I want to level the rivers and lakes martial arts, Ning Yue can't stop it, and you can't stop it. Whoever dares to obstruct it, this is the end, do you hear?"

A thousand waves of surprise, and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty suddenly felt a chill on their backs. Isn't the emperor crazy? He must be crazy, and if he is not crazy, how can he insist on going his own way to such a point. Even Emperor Qiancheng, who was scolded as a faint monarch, did not do such a thing.

Who dares to oppose such a practice?

"Please ask the emperor to take back his fate!" Mo Wuxian's words directly stepped on the sore feet of the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs. If the emperor is allowed to make trouble like this, he will be a villain and a gentleman. The entire Great Zhou Dynasty has not been completely buried?

The civil and military officials who had been suppressed by Mo Wuxian momentum before could no longer suppress the anger in their hearts. The first one took the lead, and one by one knelt on the ground, "The ministers implore the emperor to take back his order-"

"You!" Mo Wuxian's face changed drastically, and his cold eyes were like a poisonous snake staring at his prey, "Are you trying to force the palace?" Okay, okay, this is my courtier, this is the courtier I use to govern the world." Someone!"

Mo Wuxian gave an order, and the sword and axe hands waiting outside the Qiankun Hall rushed into the Qiankun Hall like hungry wolves. Each one is fierce, every one is unsheathed, and every eye is bursting with madness.

"You-" The Manchu Dynasty's Wenwu's face suddenly changed greatly, and they looked at Mo Wuxian in horror, and his head was already blank, "Faint Monarch, Faint Monarch, actually used a butcher's knife on the Manchu Dynasty ministers? Faint King—"

"Faint Monarch?" hahaha...... Mo Wuxian looked up to the sky and laughed, "The heroes of the past and present are all known as tyrants and faint monarchs, and I used to be Ming Jun, and the world needs to listen to you and discuss with you." It is the fear of the head and the tail that leads you to arrogance. Today I tell you that I am a king, you are a minister, and I give you everything, and I can also make you have nothing. Now, I ask you one more thing. Who else is against it?"

"Bang la-" The sword flashed, and several ministers who knelt on the ground and asked Mo Wuxian to take back their lives each had a steel knife on their heads. The sharp knife stabbed the skin. The ministers of civil and military affairs trembled one by one, but in an instant, the ministers who were held by the knife showed a smile on their faces.

"The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die. Heaven wants the country to perish, and national security can not die. Hahaha...... Throughout the ages, there has not been a son of heaven who persecuted his courtiers with a sword. Mo Wuxian, you have opened a precedent in history, and it will definitely be recorded in history forever. Hahaha...... I can't imagine that I, Kong Jie, will be forever recorded in history because of this...... Hahaha......"

"Her Royal Highness Princess Changle has entered the palace to meet you-" Just when Mo Wuxian was furious, a newspaper suddenly sounded outside the Qiankun Palace.