After speaking with the Empress, the Emperor returned to his bedchamber alone and dismissed his attendants.
He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and entered the Hero Network.
With a thought, he arrived above the capital and looked down.
He, too, practiced martial arts. Though he had not devoted much time to it, and only practiced health-preserving techniques rather than anything formidable, his mind was powerful, far beyond that of an Ordinary Person.
It was evening, the busiest time of day in the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty.
People selling their sons and daughters, beggars—these filled his sight first...
The Emperor felt wave after wave of anguish.
"The ancestors entrusted this realm to Me, yet I have turned it into this. I have failed My ancestors and failed Heaven and Earth."
Then he turned his gaze toward several incorruptible civil officials he had regarded highly.
Wei Wenzhong, Vice Minister of War, often wore only patched court robes when attending court and never socialized with his colleagues.
The Emperor had been planning to promote him greatly and put him in charge of dealing with the Tartars.
"Vice Minister, the deed to those thousand mu of prime paddy fields in Jiaxing has already been delivered to your younger brother," said a richly dressed man who looked like a merchant, his face full of respect.
"Mm, very good. As for your fur trade with the Sixth Beile, carry on as usual this year. I will instruct them to let you through," said a man in patched home clothes, his face brimming with righteous dignity as he nodded slightly.
Judging by where the two were, it seemed to be a secret chamber.
How wonderful.
If he had not witnessed this, he would surely have believed the man to be a supremely loyal