When Pan Yun emerged from the Ministry of Works with an excited face, the imperial clansmen had already been crying to the Emperor for three days.
After Empress Wang spoke with the Old Princess Consorts, only two people had been removed; the rest continued entering the palace as usual.
Zhu Qiyu was utterly sick of it.
If the Imperial Astronomical Bureau had not said that the Imperial Preceptor was crafting a divine artifact at the Ministry of Works, and that people from both the Imperial Astronomical Bureau and the Ministry of War's weapons workshop had gone there, he would have sought the Imperial Preceptor's counsel long ago.
But if they kept crying, he would not be able to endure it any longer.
Yu Qian and the Grand Secretariat ministers, however, felt that it was all an act. If they wanted to cry, then let them cry.
Chen Xun even said, "If His Majesty cannot bear to watch them cry, then today this minister can cry against them!"
They wanted the Ministry of Revenue to pay for the construction of Huai'an Seaport? Not even through a crack in the door!
Chen Xun had already been reinstated to his former post and was once again the Minister of Revenue.
His own crying was not enough, so he grabbed Yu Qian and Cao Nai and said, "This minister requests the aid of you two. Let us cry together!"
The imperial clansmen who had just withdrawn to the side hall to rest seemed to have heard Chen Xun's shout. A wail rose up, its sound drifting faintly over: "Taizu—open your eyes and look! Where in this realm does the surname Zhu still rule?—"
"Emperor Taizong, how much grievance did you suffer back then because of the reduction of the fiefs? Now he is not