"This... this could be posted as Yellow Proclamations in major prefectures," the Chief Assistant Minister squeezed out after holding it in for a long while.
"Fine." The Emperor saw that the Chief Assistant Minister did not mean it, but nodded.
The Emperor had not realized one thing: he himself was schizophrenic.
On one hand, he wanted to guard against martial arts experts; on the other, he expected them to bring their own provisions and fight the Tartars.
Did he really think they were fools?
In reality, fools could not cultivate profound martial arts. Shi Potian could only exist in novels.
"Your Majesty, we can post proclamations on the internet and issue court bulletins exposing the Tartars' brutality. I believe righteous heroes will be filled with indignation and take the initiative to fight them," the Minister of Rites proposed a reliable suggestion.
He detested the Tartars, after all, because they wanted people to shave their heads and cut their hair.
"Very good. Minister Yan's words are reasonable. Have the Ministry of Rites handle this matter," the Emperor said approvingly.
"Your Majesty, we can take out the precious millennium herbs from the imperial treasury. I believe experts will come," the Minister of Revenue suddenly said.
"This..." The Emperor immediately became reluctant.
There were indeed millennium herbs in the imperial treasury, but they were meant for critical moments—for example, when the Capital City was surrounded by enemy troops and experts had to be hired to escort the imperial family in escape.
Innate Experts came and went without trace; they could easily break through an army's blockade.
"Your Majesty, the stability of the realm lies in virtue, not in natural defenses. Herbs may be valuable, but the people's hearts are more important," the Minister of Revenue earnestly advised.
To hell with virtue!
The Emperor