Wanli Ming Emperor

Chapter 234: The mute dreams of luring the snake out of its hole

"Foresight means seeing the future trend in advance. Can a person who does not have foresight be called a leader? I say he is not a leader."

In the Chengguang Hall of the Western Garden, a foreign affairs event had just ended when the emperor suddenly collapsed on the dragon throne.

Fortunately, all the civil officials had accompanied the foreign vassal out of the palace, otherwise I would have to stick my neck out and talk for a long time, asking Your Majesty to pay attention to his manners and so on.

As for the nobles and royal relatives who are still in the palace...

Didn’t you see that the emperor’s own aunt turned a blind eye?

"Your Majesty has a far-sighted vision and is worthy of being the leader of the world."

The nobles did not understand the witty remarks and only remembered to flatter.

Zhu Yijun slumped on the dragon chair, looking up at the beams: "I am praising you, the ministers."

"You have foreseen the general trend of maritime trade and prepared for a rainy day. Today, you have bargained with the foreign vassal states without losing out. You are already the leaders of the maritime affairs of the world."

Although the foreigners speak Chinese strangely, they are all very savvy in trade.

It is not easy to get the foreigners to play with the nobles.

Fortunately, this group of nobles worked hard and made great efforts to make money. After a round of negotiations, they established a preliminary cooperative relationship.

The nobles were also delighted when they were praised.

Unlike the civil officials, the relatives and meritorious officials were rarely praised by the emperor throughout the year. It was a rare occasion that the emperor recognized a talent, and the relatives and meritorious officials could not help but smile.

As an elder, Princess Ning'an was the only one who was a little reserved: "I am ashamed to accept this position."

As the eldest princess with a title, she was always called "Gu" when she went out, and only humbly called "Qi" in front of the emperor.

After the usual polite words, she took the opportunity to ask about the business: "As your majesty said, maritime trade is the trend of the times."

"The proposal to jointly run a business is about seizing the initiative. Your Majesty, please let me know whether it is appropriate or not."

The Ministry of Engineering has already built the large ocean-going ships, so as long as these nobles can afford the price, they will not have trouble buying them.

The problem is that everyone can afford the money for the ships, but going to the ocean is not something that can be done alone.

Not to mention anything else, who will escort us?
The official ship was escorted by Jinghai Earl Zhu Shitai, but what about the private ships? Not every family has a personal guard, so they can't just go crazy and recruit soldiers on the spot, right?

So the royal relatives naturally came together - royal relatives like the Grand Princess, who had money, contributed money, and royal relatives like the Earl of Pingjiang, who had military honors, contributed people.

Unfortunately, although the idea is wonderful, the civil officials will not give it face.

The royal family and nobles blatantly colluded with money and soldiers, what do they want to do! ?

So, the nobles could only enter the palace to communicate with the emperor.

Zhu Yijun rested his elbows on the edge of the chair, with only half of his head sticking out: "It's OK, and it's not OK either."

Xiao Zhu said mischievously, but did not forget to explain: "In principle, I support you all sharing what you have, but a big tree attracts the wind, so we still have to use methods and follow rules."

The nobles looked at each other in bewilderment.

Chen Yinzhao, the son of the Earl of Pingjiang, scratched his head and could not figure out what the emperor meant. He simply stopped thinking and bowed directly: "Your subjects are dull and stupid."

There was a long yawn from the emperor on the throne, and he stretched his body.

Half of the emperor's head gradually emerged from the table.

Zhu Yijun smiled and motioned for his distant cousin to stand up: "My meaning is."

"It is taboo for meritorious officials, royal family members, and relatives to collude with each other over money, goods, and troops. Even if I am willing to step in, I cannot guarantee this."

"You should still sacrifice some of your capital and put on a kind appearance."

A person without foresight cannot lead the world.

These royal relatives and nobles are just little sheep at the moment, but when the time comes to cross the ocean and return with full loads...

It has money, soldiers, and even land, which can be freely operated overseas. It will immediately expand into a behemoth!
We must start preventing relatives from developing bad habits from the very beginning. Otherwise, if we wait until they reach the stage of rampant growth and then take measures to restrict them, these nobles will have to stick their necks out and say that they are the pillar industry and the cornerstone of the court and cannot be easily touched.

Zhang Bing, the Marquis of Longping, had been to the southeast in his early years, so he knew a little bit about the ways of the world. Upon hearing this, he immediately expressed his opinion: "It's all up to your Majesty!"

Marquis Longping and the son of Earl Pingjiang did not understand what was going on and just followed suit and shouted a few words without knowing what was going on.

Zhu Yijun looked at the sparse expressions of opinion in the hall and couldn't help but purse his lips.

Never mind, the requirements can’t be too high.

Zhu Yijun shook his head and finally spoke: "I can come forward and guarantee the joint establishment of a maritime trading company by you all, but you all must also give me the confidence to guarantee it."

"First, I can prevent outsiders from interfering in specific business matters, but in terms of the general direction, the annual revenue and expenditure, the next year's plan, and the operation of the vassal state must be reviewed under the eyes of the inner court and the ministries and agencies, just like the vassal kings' ancestral property."

"Secondly, as long as you are an owner, you cannot hide the specific shares, silver shares, and personal shares of the company. Changing people and changing shares, all related matters must be made public. Otherwise, even I cannot suppress my suspicion, fearing that one of you will hone your skills and secretly control the company."

"Third, in addition to the declaration of prohibited goods, there is another rule for each specific maritime trade: Don't just focus on making money for yourself, bring back some jewelry, and enjoy yourself among the dignitaries. If you don't think about benefiting the common people, how can I plead with those Confucian scholars who always say 'it's not beneficial to state affairs'?"

"Fourthly, weapons and armor involved in escort must be reported to the Ministry of War, and strict inspections must be carried out when going out to sea or docking."

"In addition, we will purchase the captured weapons and hand them over to the Ministry of Industry for research and development..."

The emperor talked about his rules and regulations for a whole cup of tea.

Fortunately, maritime trade has not yet become a pillar industry, so there is no confidence to bargain at this time.

The royal relatives and ministers did not mind kneeling down to earn money. They all listened attentively and nodded like pounding garlic: "Your Majesty, please give us some advice. We will keep it in mind!"

Zhu Yijun smiled. He didn't know whether these relatives understood what he said, so he just gave some suggestions.

He was not talking nonsense, he came prepared.

In addition to guiding the healthy growth of maritime trade, these rules and regulations are almost tailor-made for splitting, reorganizing, and nationalizing.

Like the princes' and princely properties, maritime trading companies were supervised by bureaucratic institutions such as the Ministry of Revenue, the Inner Court, and the Ministry of Clan Affairs from the very beginning of their business.

When the business grows and reaches a certain scale, directional supervision will gradually turn into business guidance - temporary assignments will naturally evolve into professional government offices after years of practice. The name is not important, but the duties will inevitably carry the background of "supervising state-owned assets."

After accumulating navigation technology, integrating core assets, divesting the original shares of nobles, and providing government supervision and business guidance, a controlled "Ming Dynasty Jiugang Xuanweisi Trading Company" was able to rise from the ground in the Strait of Malacca.

Of course, Zhu Yijun was not a mean emperor.

During this period when the cake is getting bigger, any extra wealth these royal relatives and ministers can earn is the reward for their contributions.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yijun could not help but sigh: "Alas, you are my retainers and relatives, and we are as close as brothers. I have no benefit at all, and I have been running around for you in vain."

The nobles below the imperial steps looked at each other in bewilderment.

How could they understand the emperor's evil taste in acting cute? They just thought he was asking for favors.

Everyone looked at Princess Ning'an, who quickly came forward to express her opinion: "Your Majesty, I have prepared a share for the Queen Mother!"

The inner court is inseparable, which is of course a euphemism for showing filial piety to the emperor.

Zhu Yijun was amused when he heard this, and then waved his hand: "Forget it, don't give the outside court any handle."

If the officials in the outer court knew about this, they would accuse the emperor of being greedy and amassing wealth.

The emperor's thoughts could wander freely, but the royal family and nobles had to think more.

This way of showing filial piety was too rough and made the emperor dissatisfied!
Chen Yinzhao, the son of the Earl of Pingjiang, suddenly stepped out and said, "Your Majesty, the Queen Mother is the mother of the country, and she should not look down on dirty things. I think it would be a good idea to donate to build a maritime school in the name of the Queen Mother."

Zhu Yijun was stunned when he heard this.

Is this a good idea that a noble could come up with?

This is much better than dividing the shares. Not only can it be used to "bribe the inner court with fame", but it can also actually train personnel for its own business, so that the benefits do not flow to outsiders.

Especially when it comes to good deeds like recruiting the blind, teaching them to read and write, and giving them a skill, if you bring this to the outer court, there will be less resistance.

Even Wang Xijue's stern face had to relax - building schools is always right, and even if a person is the most heinous, as long as he donates to build a few schools, he must have "a trace of humanity left."

It’s a win-win situation!

Zhu Yijun couldn't help but look at Chen Jiazi a few more times. He thought that he had learned something good from hanging out with Li Chengming all day.

He shook his head and laughed, then nodded with satisfaction: "Then build a school, but don't use the Queen Mother's name, otherwise if there is a shipwreck, it will make the old lady lose her appetite."

"Everything must have a beginning. Since maritime trade began with the opening of the sea in the Longqing reign, it should be attributed to the Emperor."

The final word was given and everyone was convinced.

"Two dynasties opened the sea, father and son were of one mind, such a good story will surely be passed down to future generations!"

Zhu Yijun was used to the flattery of Confucian scholars and was not impressed by the straightforward words of these nobles. He only listened to half of their talk and waved his hands to send them away.

The royal family and nobles achieved their goal, bowed respectfully again and again, and left the hall contentedly following the eunuch.

There was finally a rare moment of peace and quiet in Chengguang Hall.

Zhu Yijun stood up from the throne, put his hands on his lower back, and slowly walked down the stairs.

"What time is it?"

Zhu Yijun sat on the throne for the whole morning, which seemed so long. Why hadn't the meal been served yet?
Li Jin had served the emperor for many years and was familiar with his habits. He glanced at the time and bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, lunch will be served in three quarters of an hour."

Zhu Yijun twisted his neck to relax his muscles and bones: "Send the meal to Wanshou Palace, I will go back and rest."

Li Jin understood what he meant and made a gesture behind him.

The clever eunuchs, those who were supposed to urge the meal to be served, quietly withdrew, and those who were supposed to serve in the Wanshou Palace followed behind him in small steps.

Zhu Yijun rubbed his lower back and walked out of Chengguang Hall: "Have you arranged the winter solstice sacrifice?"

The specific procedures are the responsibility of the Ministry of Rites. What we are asking here is about supervising the repairs and cleaning of the shrine.

Li Jin lowered his posture and followed behind the emperor: "In reply to Your Majesty, the Circular Mound and Nine Mausoleums have been arranged."

Zhu Yijun nodded and said, "My dear companion, take my imperial edict and take care of Emperor Jing's mausoleum."

Emperor Jing is Emperor Daizong, and he can be worshipped or not, but Zhu Yijun is often included in the list.

Li Jin naturally agreed and obeyed.

The sun was high in the sky at this time.

When the emperor walked out of Chengguang Hall, the eunuchs and attendants who were clearing the way, providing shade and fanning rushed forward.

A group of people followed closely and went to Wanshou Palace.

Zhu Yijun was in the center of the queue, holding his back and walking slowly: "How much money did the inner court prepare for Dongyue?"

There are two expensive things in the winter month.

One was the 36th birthday of Empress Dowager Li, who was originally not planning to hold a celebration. But then I heard from that bald guy that the number 36 corresponds to the 36 material contemplations, and in order to eliminate the troubles of the flesh, a grand birthday banquet should be held.

The second was the third princess, Princess Shouyang Zhu Yao'e, the oldest of Zhu Yijun's four surviving sisters. She was going to marry Hou Gongchen that month, and the inner court had to prepare the dowry expenses.

Li Jin followed the emperor closely, and after a moment's hesitation, he replied, "Your Highness, the Empress Dowager Cisheng wants each of us to take 100,000 taels. The inner court can certainly come up with that..."

Zhu Yijun waved his hand and said, "Then I'll listen to my mother and each of us will take 40,000 taels."

Li Jin was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and his face turned bitter.

As the emperor grew older, he was too lazy to appease Empress Dowager Li when she occasionally behaved capriciously.

He thought two hundred thousand taels was too much, and without asking any questions he bargained it down to eighty thousand taels, making the matter a fait accompli.

What if Empress Dowager Li gets angry?
It was naturally because he, the eunuch in charge of the Eastern Depot's Imperial Household Department, spoke unclearly and conveyed the wrong message, thus ruining the emperor's filial piety.

Li Jin's old face was shriveled up like a chrysanthemum, and he took the blame with tears in his eyes: "Yes, I will make proper arrangements by then."

Zhu Yijun couldn't help but laugh when he saw Li Jin's look.

He reached out and patted Li Jin on the shoulder: "After all, Otomo is my elder, we are family, please take responsibility."

Eight years had passed, and even the cellmates had developed a layer of affection, not to mention the emperor and the eunuch who were relatives and lived together day and night.

Li Jin was used to taking the blame, so he bowed and let the matter go.

Zhu Yijun walked in front, saying non-stop, "By the way, the raccoon cat I gave to the Empress Dowager Rensheng back then is nine years old now, right?"

Li Jin was stunned.

He recalled for a moment and then remembered what the emperor was talking about: "Your Majesty, he is nine years and eight months old now."

Zhu Yijun nodded. He was already an old cat and probably would not live long. He pondered for a moment, then turned to Li Jin and said, "Find another little raccoon for the queen mother to raise. It will give her a change of mood."

Li Jin immediately agreed: "Your Majesty is a pure filial son."

In addition to flattery, there is also some genuine emotion - when raising a cat for the Empress Dowager Rensheng, it could be said to be out of comfort, but the fact that he still remembers it after eight years is truly an act of filial piety.

Zhu Yijun smiled and said nothing.

This has nothing to do with filial piety. The main reason is that he suddenly remembered that Princess Yanqing, who was raised by Empress Dowager Chen, is already twelve years old. By then, once her daughter gets married and her pet dies, she will be too lonely.

Of course, Empress Dowager Chen was not the only beautiful woman who lived alone in her empty room.

When Zhu Yijun thought of his shift schedule every night, he shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Li Daban, don't arrange for me to sleep with you today. Let me rest for a while."

Li Jin hesitated for a moment: "Your Majesty, the imperial physician said that Concubine Zhang Shun is most pregnant these past two days..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor's steps suddenly became faster and he quickly distanced himself.

Li Jin was stunned. He stopped talking and quickly followed.

It was obvious that his old legs could not move as fast as those of a young man. It was not until he reached the Wanshou Palace that Li Jin caught up with the emperor, breathlessly.

Zhu Yijun glanced back, coughed lightly, put his hands behind his back, and walked into the Wanshou Palace as if nothing had happened.

Thanks to the emperor's behavior of waiting for the old man, the group appeared so quickly that the eunuchs did not have time to enter the Wanshou Palace to meet Concubine Li.

Zhu Yijun waved his hand, signaling the female official not to make it public.

There was no one along the way, so Zhu Yijun headed straight for the inner hall.

When Zhu Yijun walked to the gate of the inner hall, Li Baiyang was tinkering with something.

"Hey, why did the pocket watch suddenly stop? I just wound it up this morning..."

Concubine Li was lying on the table, turning over and over a pocket watch.

The sound of him mumbling to himself reached Zhu Yijun's ears, and the emperor was so frightened that his body trembled.

He held his feet in the air and waited for a long while with bated breath.

Only after confirming that nothing strange had happened did Zhu Yijun walk forward in anger, stretch out his hand, and snatch Li Baiyang's pocket watch.

Li Baiyang's hands were empty, and then he realized that the emperor had returned, and he quickly stood up and saluted: "Your Majesty."

Zhu Yijun helped her up in a bad mood, and they both sat down. "We only know the things that foreigners pay as tribute, but not why. It is easy to lose our ambition because of them. I will keep them for you first."

Li Baiyang thought that the emperor was going to be sent to Qiushi Academy for further studies, so he pursed his lips and said "oh".

Zhu Yijun waved towards the outside of the hall.

The eunuchs and palace maids received the news and came in carrying plates of imperial meals.

"I have something to do in the afternoon, let's talk while we eat." Zhu Yijun turned his head and said softly.

The emperor's schedule is now very full, even his meals are scheduled with serious matters.

Li Baiyang nodded understandingly, and then took out a letter from his sleeve: "This is the letter my grandfather sent me yesterday."

Family letters. As Li Chunfang's grandson-in-law, the emperor naturally read them.

Zhu Yijun reached out and took the letter from Li Baiyang, unfolded it, lowered his head and began to read it quickly.

Li Chunfang's letters home are more than just casual chats.

He would talk a little about the official situation in Southern Zhili, the trends in the literati circle, and the direction of the aristocratic families.

And since Zhu Yijun had issued a secret decree before, the so-called family letter was more like a private task report that was not sent through official channels.

Zhu Yijun quickly scanned the page and grasped the key words.

Without even looking up, he asked, "Where's the newspaper?"

Li Baiyang didn't wait for the maid to serve him. She set the tableware for herself and the emperor and said, "Put it on the bookshelf in the main hall for your majesty."

Zhu Yijun nodded, but didn't ask anyone to get it - it was enough for him to know that it existed.

Li Baiyang looked a little worried: "My grandfather wrote to me that he and my great-grandmother are in worse and worse health."

Zhu Yijun was concentrating on reading the letter from Li Chunfang and just hummed.

He remembered that Li Chunfang still had a few years to live, but Li Chunfang's mother seemed to have been buried with great ceremony by the Li family in the ninth year of Wanli, so she should be the old lady.

Li Baiyang glanced at the emperor and complained, "Your Majesty said a few years ago that you would find someone to take over my grandfather's job, so that he could live out his days and take care of my mother."

Zhu Yijun paused, then looked up to meet Li Baiyang's gaze.

This is how it works when you arrange jobs for relatives. You can always bring it home and talk about it.

Zhu Yijun complained in his heart for a while, and then he tried to appease him: "Nanjing News Office is a national treasure. Now, except for Grandfather Yue, there is really no one who can take on such a big responsibility."

The political environment is different from that of northern Zhili.

The news edition office in Nanjing was much more important than the two governors-general of Southern Zhili, various governors-general, and the six ministries - that was the world of scholar-official opinion!
Apart from Li Chunfang, a high-ranking official of the imperial court, a man of a prominent family, and a role model of the literati, how many people in the world could control the Nanjing News Edition Office?

Of course, it's not impossible.

The most suitable people are actually those from the Donglin Party. They have a good family background, good reputation, and their official rank is not low.

Unfortunately, although both Gu Xiancheng and Li Sancai have been renovating for several years, they have not yet inspected and approved the specific quality of the work.

Li Chunfang can only suffer more.

As soon as Zhu Yijun spoke, he saw Li Baiyang's cheeks bulge again.

virtue.

Zhu Yijun couldn't help but roll his eyes, and reluctantly took a step back and said, "At least finish this errand, okay?"

Li Baiyang then smiled shyly and awkwardly picked up a piece of food for the emperor with his chopsticks.

Seeing that the emperor was not impatient, he asked with concern: "Your Majesty, are you almost done luring the snake out of its hole? My grandfather said that the major newspapers in the South are becoming more and more unrestrained and are already showing signs of madness."

Zhu Yijun paused, then angrily corrected himself: "What do you mean by luring the snake out of its hole?"

Li Baiyang shrank his neck and said, "That's what my grandfather said."

Zhu Yijun was suddenly speechless.

After a long while, he finally sighed: "Do you think this is what I meant? Your grandfather has no idea who let whom down in this matter!"

"I have gone through many hardships to accomplish this task of establishing a private newspaper."

"No one in the court agreed at the time. The officials of the Ministry of Public Administration were very resentful. The Ministry of Rites also said that this was handing over a powerful weapon. Even the Prime Minister and Mr. Gao argued with me until their necks turned red."

"I persuaded them almost one by one."

"On the one hand, they used the debate on classics as a raft, broadcasting classics and letting a hundred flowers bloom. On the other hand, they praised Confucian scholars, claiming that the public opinion of the literati could supervise the corrupt officials. As long as the court followed the right path, it would not be afraid of what outsiders said. In the end, they even used the stick of opening the way for free speech to hit people."

"I worked so hard to get the Nanjing News Office up and running."

"Who would have thought that once something happened, his true form would show up!"

"They are taking advantage of me and trying to block my way! Li Chunfang said I am trying to lure the snake out of its hole!?"

The more Zhu Yijun spoke, the lonelier he became.

He is not a saint, it is impossible for him to make a single mistake.

When I first started the newspaper, I understood that it was a double-edged sword, but I felt that the benefits outweighed the disadvantages.

Never thought.

Zhu Yijun glanced at Li Chunfang's family letters and looked at the various articles that slandered the government.

The three Zhangs of Taicang from Fushe Daily, Luo Yuren from Nanjing Imperial College Journal, Zhao Nanxing from Donglin Daily...

"Ugh."

Zhu Yijun shook his head and sighed: "Let's just lure the snake out of its hole. It's time to put an end to the situation in South Zhili."

Li Baiyang realized that he seemed to have said something wrong.

She looked at the emperor's face carefully, thinking about how to comfort him.

Zhu Yijun patted her shoulder and smiled: "Nothing, let's eat first."

By this time, the dishes were almost served.

Just as the two were about to start eating, Zhu Yijun looked up and saw a steamed dish brought in by the eunuch Wei Chao.

The emperor raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you coming to me instead of eating after finishing your work?"

Wei Chao smiled and placed the dishes in front of the emperor: "I am afraid that Your Majesty is thinking about it, so I came to report it first. It just so happens that I have finished my mission and need to ask for leave to leave the palace."

Zhu Yijun thought it was a legitimate reason and did not criticize him any further.

He asked casually, "Sir, have you returned to the cabinet to study official documents?"

Wei Chao shook his head and said, "In reply to Your Majesty, the Prime Minister has already read through the files and documents, and is about to discuss the mission assigned by Your Majesty at the morning court today."

"When this servant left, the Lotus Case was being discussed."

Zhu Yijun was also surprised when he heard this.

Immediately he shook his head and praised with envy: "Sure enough, the nickname is not in vain, you are worthy of being a child prodigy."

If it were him, it would take him half a day to finish reading through that pile of files.

Wei Chao glanced at the emperor and after thinking for a while, he decided not to tell him that Zhang Juzheng was reading the files while listening to the court discussions.

"The Lotus Case?"

Li Baiyang showed a curious look on the side: "I seem to have heard a certain lady say so."

Zhu Yijun sneered: "I'm afraid there are few people in the capital who haven't heard of it."

The emperor was clearly in no mood to answer questions.

Wei Chao explained to Concubine Li: "My lady, this is an injustice that happened many years ago."

"In the sixth year of Longqing, Jinyiwei commander Zhou Shichen was murdered at home."

"After the incident, Zhang Guowei, commander of the Wucheng Military Command, took over the case. Upon learning that the maid He Hua, the old servant Wang Kui, and the neighbor Lu Jin were present at the scene, he immediately identified the three as the murderers."

"Although there is no physical evidence, the confessions are very complete. All three confessed that they killed the master because they were discovered having an affair."

"When the case reached the Ministry of Justice, Pan Zhiyi, a doctor in the Ministry of Justice, believed that there were doubts in the case and refused to close it. However, Weng Dali, the left assistant minister, insisted that the facts were clear and finally sentenced the three to death by slicing."

Li Baiyang picked up dishes and ate gossip.

When she heard this, she couldn't help but ask, "Didn't he confess? Why do you say it was a false accusation?"

Wei Chao really didn't know whether this was intentional and wise or he was ignorant of the world.

He glanced at the emperor, and after seeing the emperor's tacit approval, he gave a bitter smile and said, "Because a month ago, there was a case in which Zhu Guochen was convicted. He was confiscated by Baoding Prefecture for gathering a crowd to obstruct the land survey."

"In his home, we found the Jinyiwei waist badge of the deceased in the Lotus Case, as well as some blood-stained antiques, calligraphy and paintings."

"In other words, Zhu Guochen must be the real murderer of that case!"

Li Baiyang was stunned.

He muttered to himself, "Why did those three confess in the first place?"

Wei Chao was choked and didn't know how to answer.

at this time.

Zhu Yijun suddenly snorted coldly: "When Zhang Han was in charge of the Ministry of Justice, I ordered him to thoroughly investigate the unjust case, and he even brought up this case and discussed it."

"Do you know how Weng Dali, who was then the Minister of the Ministry of Justice in Nanjing, responded to me?"

Li Baiyang looked at the emperor curiously.

Zhu Yijun smiled wryly: "This guy said that the cases he handled can stand the test of history."

(End of this chapter)