"The seniors of Three Mountain Valley will have their Three-Yellow Plums reduced from three every year to two, with three True Origin Pills added!"
"The other Innate Martial Artists will each receive one Three-Yellow Plum and one Zhenyuan Pill every year!"
"Not only must stipends be issued to them, they must also be granted official titles. This subject has already thought of the post: Imperial Venerable, equivalent in rank to First Grade. What does Your Majesty think?"
Yang Zhengshan looked at Emperor Yanping with a chuckle.
Imperial Venerable!
Equivalent in rank to First Grade!
Then, in the future, all the Innate Martial Artists under heaven would become the emperor's subjects!
When the time came, if anyone dared not respect the imperial command, the emperor could punish him for the crime of great irreverence!
It was only a title; on the surface, it seemed to have no binding force.
But sometimes, status and designation were also very important.
When the name is proper, words are smooth; when the name is not proper, words do not flow, and when words do not flow, affairs do not prosper.
Anyone, any force, had to pay attention to having a righteous cause when they acted.
Sometimes the binding force of status was more useful than shackles.
Of course, this was not to say status could bind everyone, but as long as most Innate Martial Artists acknowledged this status and accepted the restraints it brought, that was already enough for the Imperial Court.
Moreover, issuing stipends to Innate Martial Artists was equivalent to binding Innate Martial Artists to the Imperial Court, making them part of the Imperial Court's shared interests.
Although the benefits they received this way were far inferior to keeping the feast all to themselves, the problem was that keeping the feast all to