Jia Liu asked cautiously, "My lord, are we to monitor the palace as well?"
The Jinyiwei had originally handled inspections and security within the palace walls too, but the Eastern Depot and Golden Guards had later replaced them. He wondered whether his lord wanted to restore those duties as well.
Lin Lang patted Jia Liu's shoulder. "You've got some nerve. Can you do it?"
He truly appreciated Jia Liu more and more: bold, meticulous, and sensible.
Jia Liu thumped his chest. "If I fail, I'll bring you my head."
"What the hell would I want your head for? Just do your job properly. Take your time with this. There's no hurry." Lin Lang gave Jia Liu a light kick.
Being emperor sounded exhausting to him, with too many troublesome matters.
But in the future, he could make the emperor obey him. Managing just one person wouldn't be tiring.
After Jia Liu left, Lin Lang sat back in his chair. The Jinyiwei would have even more expenses now. He needed to find ways to rake in more money.
He couldn't have those unofficial personnel working for nothing, either.
Why had Zhu Wushi been so determined to win over Wan Sanqian? Because he lacked money.
Even with numerous profitable businesses such as the Silver Hook Gambling House and Giant Whale Gang, Zhu Wushi had spent plenty too. After all, he had wanted the throne, and to gain something, one had to give something up.
With so many subordinates now, Lin Lang likewise had plenty of expenses. More importantly, he didn't want to subsidize them out of his own pocket, so he needed other ways to rake in more money.
"How did the Eastern and Western Depots bring in revenue?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Apart from the three major sects, the smaller