After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

After the court event, Feng Qiwu really did what he said and sent people to the residence of the Minister of Revenue to thoroughly investigate the case of corruption.

He acted with swift and decisive actions, and his methods were drastic. Everyone was cautious and stayed in their homes like turtles, fearing that the fire would burn them.

Some brave ones took advantage of the fire before it broke out to settle all the old scores, hoping that the people sent by the new emperor would not be so sharp-eyed and clever.

But what they hoped for was just wishful thinking after all. The new emperor seemed to have a pair of sharp eyes. No matter how they tried to falsify and smooth things over, loopholes were still found, bringing disaster to their entire clan.

For a time, the area outside the Meridian Gate was filled with corrupt officials who had been beheaded, and their families who were enjoying glory.

Batch after batch was beheaded, the screams never stopped, the overly strong smell of blood floated throughout the entire Shangjing, and dark clouds hung over everyone's heart, like a heavy sword that could be cut down from the sky at any time.

If the new system being implemented is a mild way of suppression, then the bloody reshuffle at this moment is the most direct and violent means. Even the roots of ancient trees with tangled roots cannot withstand such a violent attack.

In just a few days, the ties that held the aristocratic families together were torn to pieces, leaving them vulnerable to a single blow.

Just a slight push on that thread and it will fall apart.

Because many court officials had died recently, Feng Qiwu promoted some new ones, all of whom were carefully selected by him, and the originally empty treasury was filled a lot.

The relief money and food supplies have already been allocated, and no one dares to say anything anymore.

Everyone in the court lived with their heads on the line, fearing that one day their heads would be removed. Only in the emperor's bedroom did life seem peaceful and tranquil.

The moon shines like water, and the shadows of the trees are slanting to the west.

Feng Qiwu was sitting in front of the window in a snow-white inner garment, with her black hair loose and a lazy look on her face. She was playing the newly learned mahjong game with Wen Ranyan.

Although mahjong is not as elegant and refined as chess, it has its own unique charm.

Feng Qiwu crossed his legs and looked at the situation on the card table indifferently, a smile rising and falling in his eyes. The candlelight fell on his beautiful and handsome face, making him look carefree and romantic.

Wen Ranyan played his cards casually, his eyes flirting, and said something ambiguous: "You didn't mention the arms matter a few days ago, but you were waiting here. It's really a good trick."

Since the arms were seized, he had never mentioned the matter in the court, as if he had deliberately concealed it so as not to alert the enemy. Even she had almost forgotten about it.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly brought up the matter and openly searched and confiscated the weapons under the guise of arms. Not only did he fill the national treasury, he also broke up the various political parties, causing them to fall into decline, and took the opportunity to promote his own people.

All of these incidents were centered around the new system. When the new system was implemented, the aristocratic families would inevitably become angry and rise up because they could not gain any benefits. Feng Qiwu took advantage of the situation and created the current situation.

It seems that he had already made plans in his mind a long time ago, and he was really very thoughtful and wise.

But these are only on the surface. The person he really wants to target is Prince Yongqing.

Feng Qiwu curled her lips and smiled in a particularly charming and seductive way, "Such a good handle cannot be mentioned casually. It must be saved until the most appropriate time, so that others are unprepared and killed by surprise."

His tone was as light as a white feather, but his words were as sharp as a blade, solemn and cold.

The temperature in the room dropped instantly.

Wen Ranyan touched a card and smiled casually, "You built the chessboard yourself. The situation is very good right now, but you suddenly made such a move. I'm afraid Prince Yongqing is almost scared to death."

"If I'm not mistaken, the Minister of Revenue you took action against first should be the Prince of Yongqing's man, and those who are in the same branch as the Minister of Revenue are all small leaders under him. Now that they are eliminated one by one, he will be like an ant on the hot pot."

The candlelight flickered, and a layer of sinister darkness fell under Feng Qiwu's eyes, which seemed to be enchanting as it flickered.

He flexed his fingertips and smiled in an unpredictable way, "The more anxious we are, the more mistakes we will make. I wonder what evidence or evidence he will leave for us in the near future."

The people he sent out were investigating closely, and Helian Yue was probably still racking his brains to think about how to destroy the evidence of money-making. However, the account books and manuals left over from years of operation were not so easy to destroy.

I am afraid that I will make mistakes in a hurry and give away those deeply hidden account books.

Wen Ranyan looked at the sharpness in his eyes and smiled even more deeply, "You already gave him a warning in the Imperial Garden, and now you have secretly purged his followers. He was already full of wild thoughts, so he must have panicked and walked into the trap."

"Then let's catch the turtle in the jar."

Feng Qiwu also drew a card, and under her burning gaze, he played it calmly.

Wen Ranyan took a look and her pupils brightened instantly. Then she turned over all the cards domineeringly, with an arrogant look as if everything was settled.

"What a fool."

After a pause, she smiled and stretched out her hand to Feng Qiwu to collect the debt, "Give me the money."

Feng Qiwu glanced at her and saw that her brows were full of joy and her eyes were as bright as pearls. His heart was also moved and he slowly took out a bag of silver from his sleeve and handed it to her.

Wen Ranyan accepted it with a clear conscience, and resumed shuffling the mahjong cards on the table, as if he was going to make Feng Qiwu lose everything and make him lose everything without even a penny.

She brushed her sleeves and said in a heroic voice, "Come again——"

Feng Qiwu saw that she was still not satisfied, so he couldn't help but chuckle, "Why? Not satisfied yet?"

Wen Ranyan glanced at him, eyes sparkling, and smiled maliciously, "We've only just started, we haven't even warmed up our seats yet, and we haven't even played cards well yet, how can we say we're having a good time?"

Feng Qiwu knew very well what she was up to. She just wanted to win all his money. Since she was so interested, he would definitely accompany her to the end.

It's just money. If she likes, she can play with the money in the treasury.

The west window was pushed open, and the hot summer night wind swayed slowly, ruffling the crystal bead curtain in the hall, causing ripples to ripple like water waves, and the rich fragrance of flowers drifted in with the wind.

From time to time, the air could be filled with the woman's joyful and arrogant laughter.

"I won again, give me money." Wen Ranyan crossed her legs and pressed forward to ask for money, looking like a bully at the village entrance.

In comparison, Feng Qiwu's miserable look of almost losing his underwear made him look like a loser with no strength and no luck.

No matter how well he controlled the world and made his plans in the past, he was still helpless.

Feng Qiwu took out the money calmly, but he glanced at her, secretly thinking about something.

Wen Ranyan stretched out her hand to take it, but he suddenly grabbed her wrist with great force, leaving a red mark on her slender wrist, which was white with a hint of red, revealing an ambiguous sense of abuse.

"What? Can't bear to leave?"

She raised her green eyebrows, her charming eyes were filled with a hint of frivolity, and her voice ended in a soft and charming tone.

"I'm not reluctant, I just doubt..." Feng Qiwu stared at her with an ambiguous smile.

Wen Ranyan's eyes sparkled, "What do you doubt?"

Feng Qiwu smiled without saying anything, seeming somewhat unfathomable.

After a long silence, he slowly came up to her, his loose snow-white undershirt slightly open, his black hair sweeping across his fair collarbone, his black eyes curled up with a lazy smile, looking quite decadent and dissolute.

Under her charming gaze, Feng Qiwu bent his fingers and slid them directly into her sleeves.