Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 80 Clearing the Ledger
"Under three trees, why don't you ask for nothing! How can a few confessions be used as evidence?" Qian Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry was the first to jump up and protest. The Ministry of Industry he was in charge of was the yamen where the most officials were arrested, so his reaction was natural The most intense.

"In addition to the confession, there are also physical evidence, everyone, please see—" Zhao Dezhao took out a tax stamp that was included in the confession paper and sent it to the hall, and held it high in his hand to show it to everyone.

"Even if the tax stamp is fake, how can it be related to my Ministry of Industry?" Qian Shangshu blurted out.

Zhao Dezhao glanced at him, and said with a sneer, "Qian Shangshu, I haven't said this is a fake tax receipt yet, you should have known it before!"

Many gazes pierced Qian Shangshu like knives, together with an angry stare from the throne, Qian Shangshu felt like a thorn in his back, and instantly he was dripping with sweat.

Jin Wang Zhao Guangyi finally stood up and spoke:

"Erlang, it should be the responsibility of my Kaifeng mansion to arrest lawbreakers and arrest criminals. You are only supervising taxation and have no right to enforce the law and handle cases. Push the officer!
Zhao Guangyi has always been very well-mannered, and his emotions and anger are not visible, but at this moment, his face is livid and his tone is angry, which is an extremely rare loss of composure in public.

"You acted recklessly, arbitrarily arrested the imperial court officials, what do you think of my Kaifeng mansion? And where do you put my Song court system!"

Zhao Dezhao was not frightened. He calmed down and shook his head with a smile: "Uncle, my nephew would like to offend you: What you said is very wrong."

"Where is the fault?!" As if unable to hold back his anger, Zhao Guangyi's voice gradually became sharper, like a piece of iron scraping the floor tiles of the hall, making people feel very harsh.

The angrier Zhao Guangyi became, the calmer Zhao Dezhao became, and he replied flatly:

"One month ago, my father was in this court, and he publicly appointed me as an envoy to raise the deed and tax, and allowed me to transfer civil and military officials below the second rank. Let’s ask’——Dare to ask uncle, dare to ask your lords, is there such a thing?”

"My father is the son of heaven, but the words spoken by the emperor in court still count? Or maybe uncle thinks that my father's words cannot be counted?"

As soon as this remark came out, all the ministers looked at each other in blank dismay, and even Zhao Guangyi opened his mouth wide in astonishment, speechless.

The so-called emperor's appointment of "promotion and transfer of civil and military officials below the second rank, if they are slack and lawless, they can be questioned immediately" has indeed happened before January.

But at that time, Zhao Kuangyin was overwhelmed by Zhao Dezhao, and he just coaxed his son jokingly.

Almost all the ministers think so. After all, they are just supervising the taxation. Is there any need to raise the question?

And in the official imperial decree document issued afterwards, it is true that Zhao Dezhao was appointed as the imperial deed tax raiser and was responsible for supervising the deed tax affairs.

In the past month, Zhao Dezhao never questioned anyone during the process of handling taxes. Until now, everyone has almost forgotten what the Holy Majesty said that day.

But now, Zhao Dezhao actually took that sentence as truth!
The words spoken by the emperor in public, as long as they are true, they are true. Who dares to say that they are false, even the emperor himself!

There was silence in the hall, and none of the ministers made a sound;
Zhao Guangyi's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, he pursed his lips tightly, lowered his head and said nothing;

Even Zhao Kuangyin, who was sitting high on the throne, smiled wryly and shook his head. His tricky son, who could get in the way, was lost.

Seeing Jin Wang's uncle's expression of being dumb and eating shit, Zhao Dezhao felt relieved. He has fought against Zhao Guangyi in various ways since time travel, but today is the first time he has confronted Zhao Guangyi head-on. Finally, this black-bellied uncle ate a piece of shit. Big deflated!
After repelling the number one enemy Zhao Guangyi, Zhao Dezhao immediately began to settle the ledger.

"Qian Shangshu!" Zhao Dezhao turned around and yelled loudly, calling the name of Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry.

Qian Shangshu had been sweating profusely for a long time. At this time, he was so frightened that he did not dare to answer.

"Everyone knows that the tax invoices used by the State Administration of Taxation are printed by the Neiku Supervising Printing Workshop, which is exactly the method of printing salt money. Of course, only the Ministry of Industry can make fake tax invoices look like real ones. The next printing workshop that can also print salt money."

"It is conceivable that the government-run printing workshops that specialize in printing salt banknotes are strictly controlled and supervised. If the officials of the Ministry of Industry do not speak, even a single piece of paper cannot be shipped from that place. So this king does not understand. How can nearly 50 fake tax invoices be printed? Qian Shangshu must understand!"

As soon as the words fell, Qian Shangshu couldn't hold on any longer, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground sitting on the floor.

Panicked, he instinctively turned his eyes to his backer, the man standing at the forefront of the courtiers, wanting to get even a wink of encouragement and comfort,

But the other party had already turned his back and didn't look at him again.

Qian Shangshu sat on the ground, sighed and closed his eyes.

None of the colleagues next to him stepped forward to give Qian Shangshu a hand, but they couldn't help avoiding him, everyone knew: he was finished.

But Zhao Dezhao is not over yet.

"And you!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Dezhao raised his hand and pointed at the middle of the group of officials, as if his fingers could shoot sharp arrows to kill people.

"I just want to ask you one question: how do you know that 32 of the 20 guan submitted are my private property?"

"Did you, Tang Jixian, send a secret agent to this prince's mansion to find out the news for you?"

"Or, you and those lawless officials who made fake tax invoices are simply accomplices, otherwise how would you know the accounts of the State Administration of Taxation?!"

"If you can answer clearly, my surname is not Zhao, but your surname is Tang!"

The officials couldn't help gasping, wishing they could cover their ears, they couldn't bear to listen any longer.

Even Zhao Kuangyin on the throne couldn't help touching his forehead and sighing secretly, this kid really can say anything!The dignified prince bet with others that his surname is not Zhao, what does he look like?
But at the same time, he felt extremely relieved in his heart: "Your Tang Jixian's sharp mouth has forced me to fail so many times. Today, my son has avenged his father! Put your Tang Jixian's mouth together with The face is torn off together!"

Tang Jixian's face turned pale when he was forced to question him, and his lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but finally he closed his mouth.

It's not that he doesn't understand the answer, it's that he can't answer, and he doesn't dare to answer. He doesn't even dare to look around. A little bit of relationship, otherwise the consequences will be far more than just loss of office.

(End of this chapter)