"So, there's nothing we can do to them?" After listening to Ye Ting explain the drawbacks of punishing those nobles, Nitocris pouted unwillingly. "They clearly said such things about you..."
"No, there is a way." Ye Ting revealed a mischievous smile. "It's just that this method will cost a bit of money."
"It doesn't matter." Nitocris waved her delicate hand grandly. "We still haven't spent all the wealth confiscated from those royal and noble families. And after recovering the lost territories, we confiscated the homes of so many rebels. We have more money than we can spend."
"I didn't expect Nito to be a little rich woman now." Ye Ting teased her before continuing, "Actually, dealing with these nobles is simple. We just need to strike where it hurts them most."
"What they care about most?" Nitocris bit her lip as she pondered, looking especially alluring. "Money? Land? No, official posts and power. You want to find people to share their positions?"
"Smart!" Ye Ting praised her, patting her little hand. "If we promote more commoners to share their official posts, wouldn't that leave them with a headache and no way to stop it?"
"Of course it would!"
Nitocris smiled happily, but then became confused again.
"But when it comes to serving as officials and handling affairs, how can commoners compare to people who have held high positions for generations? When we punished most of Memphis's officials before, among the newly promoted officials, weren't most of the capable ones still nobles by birth? The common-born officials often ran into one problem after another. It's not like you don't know that."
"Yes, of course I remember." Ye Ting nodded, then asked, "But do you remember how we solved that problem back then?"
"Of course—you personally taught them how to be officials."