"The Cui Family-"
A trace of coldness flashed through Xiao Jinghong's eyes.
Because of what had happened to Xiao Fengchun and Fu Wanqing, she had already resolved to pay them a visit someday.
After a moment of silence.
Xiao Jinghong asked, "Why would His Majesty do this?"
Chen Yi glanced at her, then turned his gaze toward Wumeng Mountain in the distance.
Through the drifting night rain, the mountains stretching one after another were dimly visible.
"That is worth discussing."
"The Great Wei Dynasty has held the throne for over two hundred years. It may look like a flourishing tapestry of flowers, but problems have long since taken root within."
Chen Yi raised one finger. "The first is that the aristocratic clans are too powerful."
"The longer an aristocratic family's heritage, the greater its wealth and strength."
"Take the Cui Family. With a thousand years of heritage, calling the silver in their hands 'wealth to rival a nation' might be something of an exaggeration."
"But if you said it equaled several years of tax revenue from the Nine Provinces and Three Prefectures, I believe the Cui Family has that much."
"Besides their wealth, the Cui Family also controls vast amounts of farmland-"
Chen Yi looked at the composed Xiao Jinghong and asked, "Do you know their usual methods?"
Xiao Jinghong considered for a moment. "Forced purchases and sales? Using all sorts of methods to coerce people?"
Chen Yi shook his head, then looked at Song Jin Jian, prompting him. "And you?"
Song Jin Jian frowned.
Although he wanted nothing to do with the man before him, he already considered himself a dead man. There was no harm in hearing what lofty insights this man had.
"With so many years of heritage, how could the Cui Family use such sordid methods