It was precisely because of the support from mid- and lower-ranking imperial clansmen like Zhu Lao Si that the royal family's reform policies, though met with resistance, could still be carried through.
Once the pilot programs showed results, the Imperial Court began formally extending the reforms to all imperial clansmen.
As the reforms proceeded, local expenditures were greatly reduced, and even the related disbursements from the national treasury shrank, leaving that money available for other matters.
With that, large amounts of labor and land were freed up locally, and the Emperor ordered those lands used to resettle displaced people.
So much land~~
Hearts grew restless, and demons and monsters emerged one after another. Over the past year, both the Censorate and the Supreme Court had been busy beyond measure.
Xue Shao, stationed at the Censorate, had scarcely returned to the Capital City. Only for Pan Yun's birthday had he returned under orders.
Even so, he remained swamped. He and Pan Yun had only exchanged a hurried glance at the state banquet.
Xue Shao had been arranging his schedule, planning to request a meeting before leaving the Capital City again, when the two unexpectedly ran into each other right on the street.
Xi Jin was delighted. Seeing Pan Yun's group of four, he immediately rushed over. "Na... Daoist priest, are you out having fun too?"
Pan Yun said, "No, I'm seeing someone off."
Pan Yun looked at Xue Shao behind him and asked with a smile, "I heard the Censorate is so busy its feet barely touch the ground, and His Majesty intends to add more people. How did you find time to come out today?"
"First, today is a rest day. Second, look at these dark circles under my eyes. Do I look like I've been slacking off?"
Pan Yun