Disguised as a man: I am not your wife

Chapter 848 The Wrath of the Son of Heaven

"Since the letter didn't come through, it shouldn't be a big deal."

Yun Zhuohua pondered for a while, Zhu Chengjie was still waiting for Yun Zhuohua's order.

In the end, he only heard Yun Zhuohua say, "I've already asked someone for help, and the hidden piles of Tianshu Pavilion should not be moved for the time being."

Only then did Zhu Chengjie cup his hands and go about his own affairs.

Fan Heng, Shangshu of the Ministry of Household Affairs, and Li Wenji, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, have been very silent these two days.

Even Su Qi, when he went to court, tried to cover himself up as much as possible, for fear that Yun Zhuohua would see him.

But they don't want to trouble Yun Zhuohua, but Yun Zhuohua has to look for them.

"The former emperor once said that the Southern Wu was so rich that the silver that was collected every year could not even be put in the national treasury."

"Now, is it because there is too much money that the household department can't count?"

Provoked by Yun Zhuohua's cold words, Fan Hengcai, Minister of the Household Department, stepped out of the ranks of officials and knelt on the ground with his forehead pressed against the ground.

"Returning to the emperor, Southern Wu experienced a war just a few years ago, and spent a lot of money on military supplies and pensions."

"Now, the national treasury... is only less than [-]% of what it was before the war."

When Fan Heng said "[-]%", his voice couldn't be lowered anymore.

But Yun Zhuohua still captured these two words, she repeated with a sneer, "Thirty percent?"

"One war, just one war, consumes [-]% of the treasury of Southern Wu."

"If this war has been dragged on until now, then the southern Wu will not be weaker than the Great Song in the end."

"It was because of the lack of money that Da Song Shengsheng dragged him down."

"Won't Southern Wu, which was coveted by Song Dynasty because of its wealth, become a joke in this world!"

Yun Zhuohua's voice became deeper and deeper, and Fan Heng didn't even dare to raise his head.

His hands on the ground clenched into fists, his body trembling constantly.

The wrath of the emperor, the thunder of thunder.

With his forehead resting on the ground, Fan Heng heard the sound of Yun Zhuohua stepping down from the dragon chair step by step.

Gently yet decisively, she walked towards him.

Fan Heng's heart was beating wildly.

He turned his head slightly to one side, raised his eyelids, and raised his eyes from the corner of his eye, looking at Su Qi who was turning sideways, trying to hide himself.

Su Qi seemed to be aware of Fan Heng's gaze, and he moved his body a little more.

He used the body of the official next to him to cover himself, but he didn't look at Fan Heng.

Until a pair of dragon boots stopped at Fan Heng's side, blocking his eyes from looking at Su Qi.

Fan Hengcai gritted his teeth, and appointed him to close his eyes.

"The treasury's money and food come from the people of Southern Wu."

"Nowadays, repairing water conservancy is a good thing to make people rich. When you need money, you, as the secretary of the household department, told me that the treasury has no money."

"If you think that I will believe you, this war can wipe out [-]% of the treasury's silver taels for nothing."

"Then, I am not qualified to sit on the dragon chair in Tianhuan Hall."

"Master Fan, does he want me to go and compare the memorials of the expenses clearly, so that he is willing to tell me the truth?"

After Yun Zhuohua finished speaking, Pei Yuan, who was originally standing behind Yun Zhuohua, took out a memorial from his body.

"Master Fan..."

Pei Yuan bowed and brought the memorial to Fan Heng.

As soon as Fan Heng raised his head, when he saw the memorial, his heart skipped a beat again.

This is clearly the letter he submitted at the beginning, about the money to pay for the casualties.

(End of this chapter)