After rebirth, I joined forces with my mortal enemy to seek revenge.

"Go to Luoyang." Pei Jiaoran smiled.

Wu Lingjia was slightly surprised when she heard her voice. After a while, she spoke, "Going to Luoyang at this time?"

"Yes. You can use the excuse of inspecting the treasury as an excuse to go to Luoyang at this time. Take the seal of the Minister with you and give instructions. If you don't return before the 15th of next month, the two taxes to the Taifu Temple will be put on hold for the time being." Pei Jiaoran's brows relaxed. "The Minister of Revenue is at home sick. This is a good opportunity."

"Are you afraid that the Yanziku will forcibly confiscate it?"

Pei Jiaoran raised his head and glanced at her, curling his lips slightly. Wu Lingjia reacted instantly and nodded.

Leaning against the table, Pei Jiaoran frowned and looked at Wu Lingjia in front of him.

Yanziku came to collect the debt suddenly. Even if they could use the fact that the account book was wrong to delay the matter temporarily, it would only be a temporary solution. Yanziku would definitely try to seize the two taxes. Letting Wu Lingjia go to Luoyang to inspect the treasury was to keep her away from the storm for a while. By the way, they could also set up a trap to wait for Yanziku.

"I'm going to Luoyang. Please keep an eye on it for me, Ministry of Revenue." Wu Lingjia said in a deep voice.

"Yes. It will be very cold when you return from Luoyang. Remember to bring more clothes. I have some friendship with the Luoyang magistrate. I will write to him." Seeing that Wu Lingjia still looked worried, Pei Jiaoran patted her shoulder and said, "Don't worry. I'm here. Bian Lingzhen can't just take the money away like that."

The two chatted for a while and recalculated the expenditure. The shadow of the sundial gradually faded away with the autumn sun.

Seeing that it was almost time and there was still a pile of official business to be dealt with in the Secretariat and other provinces, Pei Jiaoran left the Ministry of Revenue and walked along the corridor.

The six ministries' houses were all here. Along the way, she met many officials in robes of various colors, walking hurriedly on the road. Even when they met her, they just saluted hurriedly.

As they were about to pass the last corridor, Jia Gonglu and the two ministers of the Shangshu Province came forward.

Pei Jiaoran stopped and bowed, smiling, "Mr. Jia."

Hearing her call, Jia Gonglu stroked his beard and asked, "Prince Pei, have you just come from the Ministry of Revenue?"

"The tax from Jianghuai will soon arrive in Chang'an. I will go and talk to Minister Wu." Pei Jiaoran looked up at the other two and sighed, "Alas, Lord Jia, do you know where the Lady of Wu came from? She rushed to Zhaoying that day, saying that she had the imperial decree of Concubine Zhang, and she didn't take the Censorate and the county government seriously. It's a pity that the King of Wu was about to open his government, but encountered such a thing."

Hearing her words, Jia Gonglu frowned briefly, then quickly relaxed.

"The woman is ignorant, but she loves her son dearly. Why should Mr. Pei bother with her?" Jia Gonglu said with a smile.

Pei Jiaoran glanced at Jia Gonglu with a half-smile and left with a wave of his sleeves.

As soon as he returned to the official residence of the Zhongshu in another province, Li Jing entered the official residence holding a large pile of files and placed the files on the table.

The files collided with the wooden table, making a dull sound.

Pei Jiaoran flipped through the files on the top and ignored Li Jing, leaving him aside and concentrating on dealing with another pile of files on the desk.

But her silence doesn't mean Li Jing will remain silent.

"Mr. Pei, I have read through the files that have accumulated over the years. Please take a look." Li Jing said loudly.

Pei Jiaoran took a sip of tea and said, "You did a good job. But didn't the clerk who guards these files blame you?"

"No. I asked them to have a drink and a meal after they got off duty. They turned a blind eye to what I did in there." Li Jing looked at Pei Jiaoran who looked relaxed. "Mr. Pei, are you going to turn a blind eye to these things?"

With his eyelids slightly lowered, Pei Jiaoran held the lid of the jar and brushed away the white foam floating on the tea. He said in a gentle voice, "I didn't expect that you are still upset about this matter."

"I came from a humble background and have gone through many hardships to get to my current position. When I see injustice, how can I not speak out for justice?" Li Jing rested his hands on the table. "I don't ask Mr. Pei to understand everything, but I hope that Mr. Pei can read a few of these."

Pei Jiaoran raised her lips and looked at the pile of files. If they were to be discussed, any one of them would be a serious matter that would lead to dismissal from office and punishment. She originally thought that this upright and righteous official would listen to her and put the matter aside. Unexpectedly, although he listened to her, he was still so worried in his heart.

"If your last name was Wei, perhaps you, as a close minister to the emperor, could write a letter of advice as an eighth-rank official in the Ministry of Personnel. His Majesty might even listen." After a pause, Pei Jiaoran sneered, "What a pity. You are not the descendant of Duke Xuancheng of Wei, and His Majesty is not Emperor Taizong Wen, so this story of monarch and minister cannot be fulfilled."

Li Jing moved his lips and leaned forward with a burning gaze.

"Li Buque, I asked you before. Why are you the only one who discovered this?" Pei Jiaoran's eyes moved, and he opened his lips and said coldly, "Cherish your life."

Seeing Li Jing's expression becoming more solemn, Pei Jiaoran sighed. The court was troubled by internal and external troubles. There was a dispute between the Southern Court and the Northern Court, and the ambitious feudal lords. There were also Tibetans and Uighurs outside the borders. How could he have the time to care about these old things?

"Even if I die nine times, I still have no regrets. I have the opportunity to ascend to the center because of my family's support, and you've given me your kindness. But not everyone is as lucky as me. If I can't do something, wouldn't I be ashamed of heaven and earth, and ashamed of all the people."

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran sneered, "What a fool you are." Motioning Li Jing to sit down, she continued, "You can check if you want. But you can only check what I say. This is my bottom line."

Hearing her words hinting at a relentless tone, Li Jing's eyes lit up with joy, and he nodded.

"Write a letter to the emperor to report the eunuchs for occupying good farmland." Pei Jiaoran's voice was slightly cold.

"Just this one?"

Seeing the expectation in Li Jing's eyes, Pei Jiaoran said calmly: "If you think that death is not fast enough, you can report all of them. Only take the information related to the eunuchs' occupation of good farmland. I will burn the rest."

"Here."

After watching Li Jing leave, Pei Jiaoran turned his gaze back to the pile of files and smiled helplessly.

Of course, she had her own selfish motives for suddenly agreeing.

Pei Jiaoran called a servant to bring in a charcoal basin and threw the files copied by Li Jing into it. Under the burning flames, sweat dripped from her forehead. The sweat slid down her forehead to her cheeks.

When the flames engulfed the last stack of files, Pei Jiaoran poured the remaining tea in his hand into the fire. He then used the fire tongs to search the ashes again to confirm that there was no trace of any words left. Then he called the servants to carry the brazier out.

The bell for the end of the shift also rang at this moment, and Pei Jiaoran slowly left the public housing, walked onto Chengtianmen Street, and walked out of Zhuque Gate among a group of court officials.

After entering Chongyifang, Pei Jiaoran went straight to Wuhoupu.