In the face of supreme power, any brotherhood is nonsense.

Ye Xin knew too well that his situation could only move forward towards the high emperor's throne, not retreat.

Take a step back, it's all a bottomless abyss.

If you don't be cruel to others, others will be even more cruel to you.

The Eighth Prince trembled all over.

It's not just the hot pain on the swollen face, but more importantly, the strong sense of oppression, humiliation, and fear brought by Ye Xin.

The Eighth Prince's eyes were red, and his hands were clenched tightly into fists, and he didn't even notice that his nails were piercing into his flesh.

Ye Xin remained motionless and looked at it coldly.

He was waiting, hoping that the eighth prince would make a move against the prince under the impulse.

At that time, Ye Xin used the reason of watching the concert privately and colliding with the prince to knock the eighth prince into the dust!

The kind that even Lin Fuguo can't keep.

But the eighth prince began to gasp heavily, and his expression gradually calmed down.

There was still anger in his eyes, but he was no longer overwhelmed.

"Brother Chen knows, please forgive your highness."

Ye Xin smiled and said indifferently:

"And what are you doing with the celebrant still here? Why don't you go quickly? ”

The Eighth Emperor blushed his face and bowed his head and left.

After the eighth prince left, Ye Xin put up his hands and walked slowly into the celebrant supervisor.

Everywhere he went, he saluted in fear.

"I've taken all the chapters, and I'm going to read them at all."

In the room, Ye Xin sat on the right seat and commanded lightly.

In a moment, Ye Xin's desk piled up.

There are a lot of movements, and the content is varied, and there are all of them.

There are those who greet each other, there are those who have auspicious luck in the locality, there are those who invite the emperor to govern in person, and there are those who congratulate the prince on supervising the country.

These accounted for thirty percent of the movement, and Ye Xin casually glanced at it and threw it aside.

But for others, Ye Xin looked at them very seriously.

There are signs of foreign invasion on the border, in the north, in the east, and even in the west, which was peaceful in previous years.

It used to be just occasional, but now it's much more frequent.

There are also a series of natural disasters in the country, and the imperial court is requested to allocate funds for disaster relief.

These make up half of the movement.

And the remaining fifty percent are all praising Lin Fu's national anthem and patting his ass.

It can be seen that Lin Fuguo's power has long been known to the whole world.

"A month ago, there was a serious drought in the Guanzhong area, hundreds of thousands of people were displaced, there was no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, and the people were hungry with bark and grass roots.

Seeing a piece of music from Guanzhong, Ye Xin was so angry that he took a heavy picture of the bookcase.

The celebrant and eunuch next to him announced:

"Your Highness, disaster relief needs to be handled by the Ministry of Households, but for some reason, the Ministry of Households rejected it."

Outrageous?

Ye Xin's face sank, and he said:

"Then call Tobe Shangshu over."

After waiting for a long time, Liu Fengyi, the head of the household department, was late.

Liu Fengyi's beard was gray and his eyes were slender, and he came to the hall and arched his hand, and said:

"Weichen, Liu Fengyi, the head of the household, meet His Royal Highness the Prince."

"There is a great drought in Guanzhong, shouldn't the household department immediately allocate funds for grain and land relief, so as not to get out of control? Why have you done nothing for a month? ”

Liu Fengyi looked embarrassed, drooped his head and said:

"Your Highness, the treasury really can't come up with any money. His Majesty built the Dao Palace two years ago, but he had already emptied the treasury, and now there are only 500,000 silver in the treasury. ”

"Not only is the disaster relief not enough, but even the daily expenses of the imperial court are helpless."

Ye Xin's expression was stunned.

In my impression, Dayong's territory is thousands of miles, rich in products, and there was once a grand occasion when all the surrounding states came to the dynasty, but how could there be only 500,000 taels in the treasury?

Ye Xin's first thought was that there were courtiers who embezzled the treasury.

"Submit the account books of the household department, and I want to see them."

Ye Xin said in a deep voice.

"Wechen obeys." Liu Fengyi hurriedly sent someone to get the account book.

When Ye Xin saw it, his face was cloudy.

The silver taels of the treasury were really spent by his own Dao Monarch Father.

In order to cultivate the Tao more devoutly, Emperor Daojun did not hesitate to purchase precious stones and timber everywhere, and transported them all the way to the capital to build Zixiao Palace.

The total cost was in the amount of ten million taels of silver.

Ye Xin was silent.

In fact, he understood that even if his father wasted tens of millions of taels of silver, the treasury would not be empty to this extent.

In the towering tree of the imperial court, there must be invisible moths.

Ye Xin asked Liu Fengyi directly:

"Tell me, in previous years, the annual tax revenue of the imperial court was twenty or thirty million taels, why did it become like this?"

It can be seen that Liu Fengyi is a real person, and he replied honestly:

"Your Highness, not only Guanzhong, but also the great drought in the north, and the floods in the south have been going on for five or six consecutive years, and there are too many places that need disaster relief. However, the tax revenue of the imperial court is not as good as year after year. In addition, in the past few years, the border has become increasingly tight, and military spending has skyrocketed, and it has long been impossible to make ends meet. And, there's..."

When Liu Fengyi said this, he suddenly shut up.

"Forgive you for your innocence, you just say it." Ye Xin said indifferently.

Liu Fengyi gritted his teeth and said:

"Now that the feudal kings are entrenched, not only do they occupy a large amount of taxes, but in recent years, they have begun to refuse to pay their annual contributions."

The ancestral system of the Dayong Kingdom, the territory of the vassal king, is equivalent to an independent kingdom, with its own military power, tax power, and the power to appoint and dismiss officials, and only needs to pay annual contributions to the imperial court every year.

It is conceivable that each generation of emperors has a lot of dragon sons and grandsons, and after hundreds of years of accumulation, the vassal king has become a cancer of the blood-sucking Dayong Dynasty.

However, now is not the time to dispose of the vassal king.

Ye Xin's own position has not yet been consolidated, and there are a lot of people who are dissatisfied inside and outside the court, and at this time, if he angers the vassal king who has military power, the entire empire will be even more stormy.

It's better to take your time and check the corruption first.

"When the treasury is empty, there must be courtiers who are greedy for ink, this, Gu understands, Lord Liu, you should also understand. Lord Liu has been in the DPRK for a long time, and he will definitely be able to provide relevant clues. ”

Hearing the prince's words, Liu Fengyi couldn't help but look up at Ye Xin.

A prince who is known for his mediocrity and incompetence can see that he is greasy about corruption, and he has to provide clues himself!

What does he want to do?

seemed to understand Liu Fengyi's thoughts, Ye Xin stared at him:

"The imperial court needs money, and I want to borrow the heads of corrupt officials!"

Liu Fengyi was shocked.

I didn't see it, the prince was so ruthless!

Not only did he want to borrow the heads of corrupt officials, but he probably wanted to raid their homes.

Liu Fengyi has been an official for many years and is an old fritter in officialdom.

He glanced around, Feng Bao led the backbone of the East Factory, as well as the Jinyi guards, all of whom looked bad.

If the dynasty refuses, I think of the fate of the previous university scholar Wu Congzhi.

If he said it, Lin Fuguo, the prime minister of the dynasty, would not let him go

Liu Feng shuddered.

Liu Fengyi is worthy of being immersed in officialdom for many years, and quickly came up with a way not to offend.

With a twist of his eyes, Liu Fengyi generously stated:

"The old minister has something to tell His Highness."