At that moment, Zhong Hui fell silent, just like the other ministers.
In the ministers' minds, something was bound to go wrong with this autumn's harvest.
After all, the emperor ruled arbitrarily, treacherous ministers held sway, the loyal and good were persecuted, and the literati suffered endless torment. This was simply the worst possible situation. Under such circumstances, how could anything go smoothly?
Well, something had gone wrong with the autumn harvest-and it was a major problem.
After the emperor's furious killing spree, grain revenues had increased.
The ministers all knew corruption in the provinces was serious, but they had never imagined it was this serious.
Even this could bring an increase??
What were they supposed to say now?
Although treacherous ministers held sway, the loyal and good were persecuted, and the people could barely survive, grain production had actually increased??
This practically slapped the ministers and literati until their faces were raw.
Although they were the emperor's trusted aides, even they felt their cheeks burning at that moment.
Zhong Hui was the first to react. He threw back his head and laughed, pointing toward the Imperial Palace, then at himself.
"With a Sage King and worthy ministers in the realm, isn't a bountiful autumn harvest only natural?"
The ministers caught on and hastily nodded.
"Exactly."
As long as they claimed the credit for the autumn harvest themselves, everything would naturally be fine. They absolutely could not let that credit go to He Zeng.
Otherwise, He Zeng would put even more effort into killing people in the future.
He Zeng was now the fiercest hawk and hound at the emperor's side, biting anyone he saw. With the emperor backing him, he did not care whether someone belonged to the Great Clans Faction or the Imperial Faction. If an arrest was