Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Amidst the echoing chimes of bells, the princes and princesses slowly emerged from the rear hall, stepping into the main hall of the council chamber. The hall was solemn and majestic, with everyone seated upright, each in their designated position according to their status.

Beside Consort Maria Yasha's seat, the figures were sparse, with only a few close individuals accompanying her; while Consort Nina's seat was bustling with activity, even with only a portion of her faction present, gathering over thirty people, creating a formidable presence.

The princes and princesses proceeded to the center of the hall, bowing in unison and proclaiming, "Your children greet Father Emperor, Mother Empress, and all esteemed imperial uncles and elders!" Their voices were loud and resonant, echoing throughout the hall.

Solon slightly raised his head, and his gaze fell upon his cheap father emperor, who was seated on the imperial throne, adorned in formal imperial robes, exuding authority and solemnity. Although the years had left their mark on his hair, his authority and aura remained undiminished, and his voice was still full of vigor.

The cheap father emperor's gaze swept across the crowd, and he slowly began to speak: "All of you, my imperial children, are beloved by me. Today, we will once again test your knowledge and political views, allowing the imperial clan's uncles and elders to witness the majesty of the imperial family!" His words revealed an unquestionable authority, as if subtly hinting and warning the imperial clan's uncles and elders present.

Immediately afterward, the cheap father emperor shifted the topic, raising a thought-provoking question: "Currently, a locust plague is raging in the Northwest. Tell me, should We provide disaster relief?" This simple question instantly caused the atmosphere of the entire hall to become tense.

This question had long been a subject of endless debate within the capital, even sparking fierce conflicts. Therefore, everyone held their breath and focused, not daring to be negligent in the slightest, fearing to anger the cheap father emperor at this crucial moment.

In the midst of the silence, someone finally mustered the courage to step forward: "Father Emperor, your child believes that the disaster must be relieved. The northwestern provinces are also part of the empire's territory, and their people are also your children. However, how to provide relief requires careful consideration to ensure the maximization of its effectiveness."

As the eldest son, Nicholas stepped forward. His answer, although slightly conservative, precisely aligned with Gustav's decision and the consensus of the capital's ministers.

This was not without reason, as neglecting the northwestern region could provoke discontent among the people and even trigger the sensitive nerves of the other three regions, breeding unrest.

Therefore, the consensus reached was to adopt a delaying tactic, as weighing the pros and cons and making prudent choices was the wisest course of action at this moment.

Nicholas concluded his answer, and then it was Samuel's turn. He was well aware of the ministers' intentions, and being naturally unrestrained, he did not need to worry too much, only needing to satisfy Gustav.

"Your child believes that we should not offer assistance." Samuel's words immediately stirred up a commotion in the hall, and the imperial clan members whispered among themselves. He continued to elaborate: "The central provinces are currently experiencing a once-in-a-century drought, and the twelve provinces are in dire need of disaster relief funds and supplies. As for the Northwest, we are truly willing but unable to help."

The representatives of the northwestern dukes and nobles stood up upon hearing this, questioning, "If we do not provide relief, where will the northwestern people who are forced into desperation go?" Samuel smiled slightly and responded, "If they truly find it difficult to survive, they can consider relocating them to the twelve provinces."