After the cabinet meeting ended, Jiajing left Yan Song, the chief minister of the cabinet, alone.
"Mr. Yan Ge, please!" With a smile on his face, Jiajing motioned for Yan Song to sit next to him.
"Your Majesty, what is this?" Yan Song sat up tremblingly and asked.
"Old Yan Ge, I left you alone because there is something I want you to do for me."
"Your Majesty, just ask, I will not give up even if I die!" Yan Song said, bowing.
"I want you to collect some criminal evidence of the clan and vassal kings for me, and pay more attention to similar things." Jiajing picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.
"Your Majesty wants me to..." Yan Song rolled his cloudy eyes and did not finish his words.
"Yes, I have always wanted to reduce the clan's expenses, but if I want to implement these, there must be a reason!"
"Your Majesty, no! If you do this, it will chill the clan. Moreover, it has been stipulated since Taizu that the title is hereditary and cannot be downgraded!"
"Furthermore, Your Majesty, if you do this, you will arouse the resentment of the clan. In the future history books, you will be recorded as a mean and ungrateful emperor who harmed the clan. For the sake of your future reputation, please take back your order."
Jiajing was just the beginning, and Yan Song anticipated the measures the emperor was going to take: exaggerating the crimes committed by the clan and the vassal kings, manipulating public opinion, finding a "leader" to propose cutting the clan's expenses, and using the ultimate killing weapon - - Tweet the grace order.
As for the possible resistance from the clan, don’t be ridiculous, Jiajing is the emperor! Innately holds great righteousness. Moreover, the 26,000 elite soldiers that the emperor had previously asked Zhang Juzheng to train were not for a living.
Jiajing looked at Yan Song who was kneeling on the ground and couldn't help but think to himself: "I am already a cultivator of immortals and have a long life. Do I still care about a few words in history books?"
Jiajing lifted Yan Song up from the ground, stared into his eyes, and said word by word: "Mr. Yan Ge, as the chief minister of the cabinet, you should be very aware that the clan's expenses account for the majority of the national expenditure account, right? "
Yan Song's eyes were filled with disillusionment. He pondered for a long time before slowly speaking: "Your Majesty, I know."
"You might as well go for it! If anything happens, just blame me." Jiajing's plain voice reached Yan Song's ears like thunder.
"Your Majesty! You..." Yan Song burst into tears upon hearing this and could no longer form words.
"Don't worry, there's no need to worry about retaliation. As long as I'm still the emperor, those people can't touch you. I'm the one behind you!"
"Your Majesty, Yan Song, is willing to do your best for Your Majesty!" Yan Song bowed again.
"Mr. Yan Ge, please get up quickly. The burden of the Ming Dynasty is all on you alone. Please take care of your health! By the way, I have some new tea that has just arrived. I will send someone to deliver it to your house later. , try something new.”
Seeing that Yan Song agreed to his proposal, Jiajing also smiled on his face.
"Minister, please leave!" Yan Song immediately bowed and said goodbye.
"Yes." Jiajing nodded, and then asked the little eunuch on the side to step forward and help Yan Song.
Yan Song walked very slowly, his whole body stooped, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"What an old fox, he doesn't let go of the hawk until he sees the rabbit!" Jiajing looked at Yan Song's back and couldn't help but cursed secretly.
…
At night, the lights in Yan's study were still brightly lit.
Since Yan Song came back from Jiajing, he has been looking thoughtful and not saying a word. This made Yan Shifan, his son, so anxious that he was even ready to go to the doctor from Tai Hospital for treatment!
"Dad! What happened to you? Why do you feel like you have lost your soul when you came back from His Majesty's place!" Yan Shifan said, and waved his hand in front of Yan Song's eyes.
"Wait a moment, I'm going to ask the doctor from the Tai Hospital right now!" After Yan Shifan said that, he called the servants to prepare the sedan and prepared to rush to the Tai Hospital.
"Come back!" Yan Song called Yan Shifan back as if he was waking up from a dream.
"Father, you're okay! That's great!" Yan Shifan's face was filled with joy when he heard his father's call.
"Who told you that something was wrong with me? I was just thinking about something." After Yan Song finished speaking, he prepared to slip on the bed, but Yan Shifan took off his father's shoes first and helped him respectfully to the bed.
"Why did His Majesty leave you alone just now? Is it about changing rice into mulberry?" Yan Shifan asked anxiously.
"It's bigger than that. Alas, His Majesty is going to take action on the clan!" Yan Song sighed and said in a deep voice.
"What! Isn't your Majesty afraid..." Yan Shifan stopped talking and did not dare to say any more.
"What are you afraid of? His Majesty is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty! Who can shake his authority? It's just that the evaluation in the future will not be very good." Yan Song looked at his son with an ineffective look.
"Recently, I asked your people to pay more attention to some criminal files about the vassal kings and clans, and find out the ones that were suppressed before. I will be of great use!" Yan Song wrapped the quilt around his body and sat up from the bed. , then ordered.
"Father, did Your Majesty ask you to come up with this excuse? But if you do this, you will definitely offend a large number of vassal kings and clans. We can't bear their anger!" Yan Shifan couldn't help but feel frightened when he heard what his father said.
"What are you afraid of! Your Majesty is not afraid, so what do I, the chief minister of the cabinet, have to be afraid of? The price of offending the clan is certainly heavy, but in exchange, Your Majesty gave me a promise." Yan Song spoke slowly.
"What promise?" Yan Shifan was very curious about the promise His Majesty gave to his father.
"As long as His Majesty is still the emperor, those people will not be able to touch our Yan family. Your Majesty is the backstage of our Yan family!"
"What?" After hearing his father's words, Yan Shifan was shocked for a moment and was speechless for a long time.
"Remember what I said before, we only eat your majesty's bowl of rice." Yan Song looked at his son's stunned look and then reminded him.
"I understand, kid." Yan Shifan came to his senses and said yes quickly.
"Break off all the ties there that need to be broken off. I don't want it to end up on me when the time comes to investigate and investigate."
"Also, I want to send a message to Hu Zongxian. His Majesty has ordered that those who incite the people to make trouble should be severely punished and let them go ahead." Yan Song suddenly added this sentence as if he suddenly remembered.
"Yes, my boy, please leave." Yan Shifan bowed and left.
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Forbidden City, Hall of Nourishing Heart.
Jiajing ended today's practice, feeling the increasingly abundant mana in his body, and his face was filled with joy. If he continued to practice like this, he would soon be able to break through the practice threshold and advance to the second level of Qi refining.
"I have magic power now, but I lack the means to fight the enemy. Why don't you ask Longhu Mountain or some other mountain to send me some thunder spells that I can practice? I don't know if those thunder spells are real."
Jiajing pinched his chin and thought wildly for a long time: "If the thunder method sent can really be practiced, he may become the emperor with the highest military force in history."
One day, when the imperial commander is going on a personal expedition, he will directly pour the magic power into it and shout: "You traitorous ministers and traitors, look at my thunder skills!"
