Huangming

Chapter 517 Wine pool and meat forest, night party with the concubine

The night was as dark as ink, and the streets and alleys of the capital were already silent.

Only the carriages of the three brothers, Kong Yinzhen, Kong Yinsi, and Kong Yinxiang, sped along the stone-paved road, the sound of their wheels rolling over the surface sounding particularly urgent in the silence.

The three men were burning with rage, wishing they could immediately find a high-ranking official in the court to uphold justice and bring down Kong Zhenyun, that hypocrite who had "usurped" the position of Duke Yansheng.

In the capital, Ye Xianggao, as a senior minister of the cabinet and the undisputed leader of the literati, was highly respected and valued Confucian orthodoxy the most.

The three brothers unanimously believed that as long as they could persuade Ye Xianggao, they could unite all the Confucian scholars in the land and bring down Kong Zhenyun.

As soon as the carriage stopped outside the vermilion gate of the Ye residence, Kong Yinzhen couldn't wait to jump out and personally hand over the name card that had been prepared beforehand.

The six characters "direct descendant of the Northern Confucian lineage" on their name cards were their last source of confidence.

The gatekeeper took the visiting card and strolled leisurely into the mansion.

The three brothers waited anxiously outside the door, the cold wind brushing against their cheeks, but it did nothing to dispel the heat in their hearts.

Kong Yinxiang paced back and forth, muttering to himself:
"Lord Ye has always upheld the sacred way, and this time he will certainly not sit idly by while Kong Zhenyun causes chaos."

A moment later, the steward slowly walked out, his face bearing a formulaic indifference, and bowed to the three brothers, saying:

"Gentlemen, I am truly sorry, but my master has already retired for the night and is not available to receive guests. Please come again another day."

"what?"

Kong Yinzhen immediately exploded, took a step forward, and raised his voice abruptly.

"Has your master seen the business card clearly? We are descendants of the Confucius family of Qufu, the true lineage of the Northern Confucius!"

This trip concerns the very foundation of Confucianism and the continuation of the lineage of sages; it is a matter of paramount importance. How can we use 'rest' as an excuse to avoid it?"

Kong Yinzhi also stepped forward quickly, suppressing his impatience, and spoke earnestly:
“Old man, please inform him again that my two brothers and I have important matters to discuss with you. It concerns the right to inherit the throne of the Yansheng Emperor. We can explain it in a moment. We would never dare to disturb Ye Gongmian.”

The manager simply shook his head slightly.

"Gentlemen, it's not that this old servant is being unreasonable, but the master has ordered that no guests be received after nightfall."

Please don't make things difficult for this old servant; let's come back another day.

Having said that, before the three brothers could speak again, she turned around and closed the heavy vermilion door, leaving only a muffled "bang," like a slap in the face to the three brothers.

"That's unreasonable!"

Kong Yinxiang stomped his feet in anger, his face turning pale and then red.

"He calls himself the leader of the literati, yet the teachings of the sages are being defiled. The position of Duke Yansheng has been usurped by Nan Kong, while he hides in his mansion, sleeping soundly. What kind of scholar is he? What kind of minister is he?"

Kong Yinzhen's face was ashen, and his clenched fists cracked.

"Ye Xianggao is a cunning old fox. He must be afraid of offending His Majesty and dare not get involved in this matter! Forget it, let's go find Liu Yijing!"

Liu Yi-ju, as the Vice Premier of the Cabinet, has always been known for his integrity and has a long-standing relationship with the Northern Kongs.

Clinging to their last glimmer of hope, the three brothers rushed to the Liu residence that very night.

But the result was exactly the same as that of the Ye family.

After presenting their calling cards, they were still met with the reply, "The master does not receive guests," and were not even allowed to step inside the mansion.

The gates were tightly shut, like an insurmountable chasm, completely severing the three brothers' hopes.

Kong Yinzhi's face darkened completely, the anger in his eyes gradually replaced by disappointment, and his voice trembled with heartache:
"Kong Zhenyun uses the name of Confucianism to act like a bandit, advocating conquest and slaughter, and betraying the teachings of Confucius. Such behavior is intolerable!"
The changes we see today are even worse than the burning of books and burying of scholars by Qin Shi Huang.

The burning of books and burying of scholars alive was merely the destruction of classical texts; his aim was to distort the sacred teachings and reduce Confucianism to a tool for imperial expansion!

"Yet not a single official in the court dared to stand up and speak!"

Kong Yinxiang stared at the tightly closed gates of the Liu residence, his voice filled with despair.

"Ye Xianggao is avoiding seeing him, and Liu Yizhu is refusing visitors. Are they both afraid of His Majesty, or that traitor Nan Kong?"

He turned to look at his two elder brothers, his eyes filled with confusion: "Eldest brother, second brother, none of the officials dare to get involved in this matter. We are outnumbered and outmatched. What should we do? Or... should we just give up?"

"We absolutely cannot let this go!"

Kong Yinzhen abruptly interrupted him, a ruthless glint of desperation flashing in his eyes.

"We are in the right! The position of Duke Yansheng should rightfully belong to Kong Zhenyun. Kong Zhenyun has deviated from the orthodox teachings and tarnished Confucianism. The whole world has seen it!"
Even if His Majesty wishes to support the Southern Confucian school, he cannot disregard justice and betray the sacred path! He dares not do anything to us, the descendants of the sage!

He took a deep breath and spoke firmly:
"Tomorrow, we'll go to the Imperial College!"

Those ministers who entered officialdom were timid as mice, afraid of offending His Majesty. But the students of the Imperial Academy were all passionate scholars who revered Confucius and upheld Confucianism. How could they sit idly by and watch Kong Zhenyun act so recklessly?

"If we can persuade the students of the Imperial Academy to jointly submit a petition, scholars throughout the land will surely respond. At that time, even His Majesty will no longer be able to act unilaterally!"

A light rekindled in Kong Yinzhi's eyes, and he nodded emphatically:

"Indeed! The Imperial Academy is the most important place for Confucianism in the world. As long as the students of the Academy speak out, they can influence the scholarly community and create a trend of public opinion!"
Tomorrow, we will go to the Imperial Academy, expose Kong Zhenyun's true colors, and reclaim the legitimate lineage belonging to the Northern Confucian school!

In the cold night, the three brothers' figures appeared particularly thin, yet they exuded a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.

Before dawn, when the morning mist had not yet dissipated over the capital, a deafening shout rang out outside the vermilion gates of the Imperial College.

The three brothers, Kong Yinzhen, Kong Yinsi, and Kong Yinxiang, wore black sacrificial robes embroidered with intricate cloud and thunder patterns.

This is a ceremonial robe that can only be worn when worshipping Confucius. Now, it is worn by the three of them, giving it a tragic and solemn feel.

Kong Yinzhen held a portrait of Confucius in his hands. The portrait was mounted on a sandalwood scroll. The sage's face was solemn, and his eyes were filled with compassion.

He placed the portrait steadily on the stone steps in front of the Imperial College, while Kong Yinzhi and Kong Yinxiang knelt down with a thud.

"The editorial of the Huangming Daily by Kong Zhenyun violates ancestral rules and goes against the teachings of Confucius and Mencius. We beg Your Majesty to severely punish the compiler!"

Kong Yinzhi raised his head and shouted, his voice hoarse but each word resounding.

"Why must Your Majesty speak of profit? There is only benevolence and righteousness!"

Kong Yinxiang followed closely behind, raising his hands high above his head, his tone filled with heartbroken indignation.

“To guide the people with greed and to promote conquest and slaughter is the way of Jie and Zhou, not the teaching of Confucius and Mencius!”

"Please execute those who flatter the emperor and mislead the country, and restore the integrity of Confucianism!"

Kong Yinzhen put down the portrait and knelt down as well. The three of them shouted in unison, their voices piercing through the morning mist and echoing in the empty street.

"To use Confucianism to write treacherous words is called 'insulting the words of the sages,' and deserves divine retribution!"

The repeated shouts quickly shattered the tranquility of the early morning.

The nearby residents were attracted by the noise, and they got up and followed the sound to the outside of the Imperial College.

In an instant, a large crowd gathered in front of the gate, and voices of discussion rose and fell.

Some people recognized the sacrificial robes worn by the three men and knew they were disciples of Confucius, which made them more inclined to believe the claim that they had "insulted the words of the sages."

Some people had read yesterday's Huangming Daily and already had doubts about the radical remarks in the editorial. Seeing the Kong family's disciples making such a show of force, they were even more in an uproar.

Students from the Imperial College also arrived one after another.

Most of them were passionate young people who were well-read and deeply respected the teachings of Confucius and Mencius. They had already felt dissatisfied after reading the editorial yesterday. Now, seeing the disciples of Confucius wearing sacrificial robes and kneeling before the statue in protest, many of them were immediately aroused and gathered around. Some whispered their agreement, while others shouted, "Restore the innocence of Confucianism!"

At this moment, Wu Zongda, the Chancellor of the Imperial Academy, had just sat down in his study and was about to review the students' essays. He was still wearing plain clothes and his hair was not yet combed.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps were heard outside the courtyard. Chen Jiru, the Director of Studies, and Li Song, the Supervisor, rushed in one after the other, panting. Their hair was disheveled, and the belts of their official robes were askew, completely lacking their usual refined demeanor.

"What do you mean?"

Wu Zongda frowned, his face showing displeasure, and his tone was somewhat reprimanding.

"As teachers and instructors of the Imperial Academy, we should maintain composure even in the face of a collapsing mountain. If the students were to see us in such a state of panic, wouldn't we lose face and disgrace the Imperial Academy?"

"Oh no, Chief Priest! Something terrible has happened!"

Chen Jiru was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet, and his voice was trembling.

"It was Kong Zhenyun's editorial that caused a huge uproar at the Imperial College yesterday, and now the Kong family has come to our door."

"Oh no, oh no!"

Wu Zongda's expression changed drastically.

"The editorial in the Huangming Daily is nominally written by Kong Zhenyun, but in reality, it is His Majesty's will. If this causes a commotion at the Imperial Academy, we will be held accountable!"

He didn't even put on his shoes, disregarding all decorum, and rushed straight towards the gate of the Imperial College.

now.

In front of the Imperial College.

This place was originally a quiet place for reading, but now the crowds lined up in front of the door have long since shattered this morning tranquility.

People stood on tiptoe to watch, their whispers mingling with the morning breeze.

In the center of the crowd stood the three Kong brothers, dressed in black sacrificial robes.

Kong Yinzhen knelt before the portrait of Confucius, his face flushed red, his hands gripping the cuffs of his ceremonial robes tightly.

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"
The Analects, in the chapter "Ji Shi", clearly states: "If distant people do not submit, then cultivate virtue and culture to attract them!"
The way of the sage has always been benevolent governance and the way of the king, transforming people with virtue. How can one impose weapons on people?

Kong Zhenyun, that scoundrel, tampered with sacred texts and preached 'disobedience will be punished,' which is a blatant defilement of Confucianism and deserves death!

"Brother Kong, you are mistaken!"

A sharp shout rang out from the crowd, and Zhang Liang, a student of the Shuaixing Hall, stepped forward.

He was dressed in a blue imperial academy student's robe, with a double-fish jade pendant tied at his waist, which jingled as he walked quickly forward, his brows full of youthful passion.

He raised his hand and pointed directly to the west, his voice as loud as a bell.

"The Portuguese have occupied my Macao, and they levy taxes and exploit us every year, treating the people of the Great Ming Dynasty like dirt."

Dutch gunboats repeatedly raided the Fujian coast, plundering merchant ships and massacring coastal residents. How could such wolves be reformed by 'cultivating virtue'?
The Spring and Autumn Annals states: "Those who are barbarians but are Chinese should be treated as Chinese, and those who are Chinese but are barbarians should be treated as barbarians."
Such disloyal individuals should be punished with the axe and halberd of the late king to safeguard our territory; this is the true practice of the way of the sages!

"well said!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd, and several burly martial arts students raised their arms and shouted:

"Expel the Western barbarians! Reclaim our coastal territory!"

The cheers dispersed the morning mist, drawing more people to join in, and public opinion, which had initially leaned towards the Kong brothers, gradually began to reverse course.

Upon seeing this, Kong Yinxiang became so anxious that the veins on his forehead bulged. He suddenly ripped open the collar of his sacrificial robe, revealing a copy of the Classic of Filial Piety hidden close to his body.

The copy was bound with fine silk, the ink was already soaked with sweat, and the edges were worn and tattered, indicating that it was carried close to the body day and night.

He held up the copy, his voice trembling with tears: "Open your eyes and look! Mencius, Book 4, Part 1, clearly states: 'Those who subdue others by force do not win their hearts, for their strength is insufficient. Those who subdue others by virtue win their hearts and minds and are truly convinced!'"
Now you advocate subduing people with weapons, how is that any different from the tyrannical rule of the Qin Dynasty?

Kong Zhenyun flattered the emperor and sought personal gain, turning Confucianism and Taoism into tools for imperial conquest, and you all applauded it? Have you forgotten the teachings of the sages?

"shut up!"

Another student stepped forward quickly; it was Huang Zhou from the Xiudao Hall.

The Book of Documents, in the chapter "Tai Shi," states, "To eradicate evil, one must address its root causes; to cultivate virtue, one must nurture it."
The Western barbarians plunder my people and occupy my land, just like Jie and Zhou oppressing the people. How can such evil people be tolerated with benevolence?

King Wu's conquest of King Zhou and the Duke of Zhou's eastern expedition both used swift and decisive methods to eliminate rebellion. Did they also violate the way of the sages?

Brother Confucius only knows how to rigidly adhere to "winning people over with virtue," but he forgets that the sage also said, "Hesitation leads to chaos." This kind of pedantry is the real stain on Confucianism!

Both sides stuck to their own arguments, citing classical texts and arguing heatedly until their faces were red with anger.

The students of the Imperial Academy split into two factions, refuting each other, and the common people also joined in the discussion. The area in front of the Imperial Academy was in chaos, resembling an open-air debate among Confucian scholars.

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats broke through the air.

The crowd instinctively turned to look, and saw a group of Imperial Guards galloping towards them. Their dark flying fish robes gleamed coldly in the morning light, and the scabbards of their embroidered spring knives clanged together, exuding a chilling aura.

The imperial guards reined in their horses in front of the Imperial College, the dust kicked up by their hooves splashing into the crowd. The onlookers quickly stepped back, and the noisy scene instantly quieted down.

The leading flag officer, Jin Yichuan, dismounted. He was tall and had a cold face. His gaze swept across the scene like that of a hawk, finally landing on the pile of burnt newspaper ashes in front of the portrait of Confucius.

Clearly, the three Kong brothers, in protest, burned the Huangming Daily newspaper, which published the editorial, to the ground.

Jin Yichuan's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile as he spoke in a sinister tone:
"What a scene! When did the Imperial Academy become the execution ground? A bunch of scholars are making a ruckus here, what kind of behavior is this?"

He walked slowly to the ashes, kicked at the remaining paper dust with the tip of his boot, then suddenly his face darkened and he roared:

"You audacious madmen! The Imperial Daily is a court publication authorized by the Emperor, representing His Majesty's will. How dare you burn it in public? Are you plotting a rebellion?"

The shout was like a thunderclap, startling the onlookers who all knelt down. Even the students who were arguing turned pale and instinctively took a half step back.

The three Kong brothers froze, their bodies trembling slightly as they knelt before the portrait. They were only thinking about protesting Kong Zhenyun's editorial, forgetting that the Huangming Daily was backed by the emperor's will. Burning the newspaper was tantamount to openly defying the imperial decree.

at this time.

"Get out of the way! Get out of my way!"

A series of urgent shouts and chaotic footsteps broke through the crowd. Wu Zongda was disheveled, his hair was messy, and he was only wearing one black boot. His other bare foot was covered in mud. His usual gentle and refined demeanor as a libationer was gone, leaving only his anxious and impatient expression.

He pushed through the crowd of onlookers and headed straight for the center of Lingxing Gate. Just as the Jinyiwei captain was about to order the arrest, he suddenly stopped and roared at the imperial guards:
"I am Wu Zongda, the Chancellor of the Imperial Academy!"

The shout was full of confidence, carrying the majesty of a third-rank official of the imperial court, and instantly silenced the surrounding area.

Jin Yichuan's originally cold expression changed slightly. His hand holding the Embroidered Spring Blade paused for a moment, and he finally restrained his murderous aura, silently taking half a step back.

The Chancellor of the Imperial Academy was in charge of the most important Confucian school in the country. He was not only a leader of the literati, but also a high-ranking official with the opportunity to enter the cabinet and become prime minister. He, a mere junior officer, really did not dare to confront him directly.

Wu Zongda, panting heavily, glanced at the chaotic scene.

The three Kong brothers kneeling before the portrait, the terrified students, the crowd of people surrounding the portrait, and the menacing Imperial Guards standing by—all these fueled the growing anger within them.

He first targeted the students who were still whispering among themselves, his tone stern and frosty:
"The Imperial Academy is a place for teaching and nurturing future pillars of the nation, not a place for you to gather in a crowd and make a ruckus, discussing state affairs! Have you wasted your time studying the classics?"

"All of you, immediately return to the academy! Reflect on your actions behind closed doors for three days!"

He raised his hand and pointed directly at the inner gate of the Imperial College, his voice brooking no argument.

"Anyone who dares to linger here or utter a single word will be immediately stripped of their imperial examination status and never be employed again!"

The students were already terrified by the murderous aura of the Embroidered Uniform Guards, and when they heard that their academic titles were to be revoked, they dared not hesitate any longer.

They bowed and saluted, then hurried into the Imperial College with their heads down, barely daring to breathe. The noisy debate from a moment ago was instantly replaced by the sound of hurried footsteps.

After driving away the students, Wu Zongda's gaze fell on the three Kong brothers, his eyes so cold they could freeze:
“You are all descendants of Confucius, and you should be upholding the sacred teachings and cultivating virtue, yet you are wearing sacrificial robes and causing trouble in front of the Imperial Academy. What kind of behavior is this?”

He pointed to the portrait of Confucius, his tone full of pain and reproach.

"If you want to seek justice, go to the Shuntian Prefecture or the Censorate; the authorities will surely take care of you!"

Coming to this sacred place of Confucianism and barking wildly, you're not just losing face for yourselves.

It is also a testament to Confucius's good reputation!

"Leave now! Do not defile this sacred place!"

"Master Wu, you are mistaken!"

Kong Yinzhen suddenly raised his head, stretching his neck out, his face full of stubborn defiance.

"The core of Confucianism and Mencius' teachings is nothing more than self-cultivation and governing others, with benevolence and righteousness as the foundation. How could there ever be any domineering talk of 'seizing other people's land and enslaving their children'?"

Kong Zhenyun's advocacy in the *Huangming Daily* of "using Chinese culture to transform the barbarians, and punishing those who disobey" is clearly a distortion of sacred words, a sycophantic attempt to mislead the emperor and harm the country; it is truly blasphemous barking!

He looked directly at Wu Zongda, his tone carrying a hint of accusation:

"As the Chancellor of the Imperial Academy, you are in charge of Confucianism throughout the land. You should refute heresies and establish orthodox learning to set the record straight!"
Now you allow such rebellious ideas to run rampant, driving away those of us who speak out for justice. Aren't you afraid of becoming a disgrace to the intellectual community?

"I'll fucking swear!"

Wu Zongda cursed inwardly, his face turning ashen.

These three idiots are obviously pretending to be ignorant. Can't they see that the editorial reflects His Majesty's will?

If we go along with what they say, not only will I lose my position as Chancellor, but the entire Imperial Academy will also suffer!

He suppressed his anger, his voice suddenly rising, carrying a blatant threat:

"Stubborn fools! If you continue to cause trouble and disrupt the order of the Imperial Academy, don't blame me for ordering the Embroidered Uniform Guard to arrest you as rebels and take you to the imperial prison for questioning!"

Upon hearing the words "Imperial Prison," the three Kong brothers' expressions changed instantly. The stubbornness in their eyes faded, replaced by an undisguised fear.

Although they were obsessed with the struggle for legitimacy, they were also well aware of the horrors of the Embroidered Uniform Guard's prison; once you entered that place, there was a high chance you would never return.

The three exchanged glances, each seeing hesitation in the other's eyes, yet they were unwilling to slink away like this. Kong Yinzhen gritted his teeth, stood up, and addressed the onlookers, his voice tinged with a sorrowful mockery:
"Unexpectedly, scholars across the land remain silent, officials in the court avoid meeting them, and even the Imperial Academy, which is in charge of Confucian studies, is so timid."

What sacred texts are we reading? What principles of benevolence and righteousness are we upholding?

Hearing this, Wu Zongda's heart tightened, fearing that it would cause more trouble. He was about to reprimand them when he saw the three Kong brothers glare at him fiercely, pick up the portrait of Confucius from the ground, and squeeze out of the crowd in a disheveled state.

They left in a hurry, not even having time to brush the dust off their sacrificial robes. Their earlier fervor and passion ultimately succumbed to their fear of the imperial prison.

Watching the three figures disappear into the distance, Wu Zongda finally breathed a long sigh of relief, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He turned to Jin Yichuan, the captain of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, his tone softening slightly:
"Please forgive my foolishness. This was a moment of confusion on the part of a member of the Confucius family, and I did not intend to cause trouble. I hope you will all forgive me."

Seeing this, Jin Yichuan didn't want to cause any more trouble and snorted coldly:
"Now that the Chief Minister has taken proper action, we will not linger any longer. However, if there is any further incident of burning imperial publications or inciting disturbances, do not blame us for being ruthless!"

Having said that, he waved for the guards to mount their horses, turned them around, and galloped away.

As the excitement died down, the onlookers gradually dispersed.

The area in front of the Imperial College finally returned to calm, with only the ashes of the "Huangming Daily" on the ground swirling in the morning breeze, as if silently recounting this brief but intense turmoil.

Wu Zongda stared at the ashes, his face grave.

This matter will not end here. Although the three Kong brothers have retired, His Majesty's will and the controversy among the scholars will eventually have to be resolved.

the other side.

Inside the East Warm Pavilion of Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Youxiao sat upright on his throne, lightly tapping the Qingtian report on the table with his fingertips. His gaze fell on the man standing below the steps, his eyes full of admiration.

Hong Chengchou, standing before the steps, was quite different from ordinary officials who lived a life of luxury.

Two years of farming in Beizhili had tanned his skin to a dark, iron-like color, adding a touch of hardship to the corners of his eyes. His blue official robe was slightly worn from washing, with some mud stains still clinging to the cuffs. At first glance, he looked like a farmer who had worked the land for many years, completely unlike the powerful and influential official he was in the court today.

But it is precisely this "rustic" appearance that hides extraordinary practical talent.

In just two years, he rose through the ranks from the Chief Clerk of the Jiangxi Provincial Department of Justice. With his astonishing achievement of increasing the income of 4050 million mu of farmland, he is now the Chief Clerk of the Jiangxi Provincial Department of Justice and holds the title of Right Vice Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate, thus becoming one of the core officials in the court.

"During his two years of land surveying in Beizhili, Hong Qing uncovered 4050 million mu of hidden farmland, generating countless revenues for the national treasury. He is truly a pillar of the nation!"

Zhu Youxiao's voice was steady and powerful, carrying the emperor's sincere appreciation for his capable minister.

"If you hadn't personally gone through all the prefectures and counties of Beizhili to clarify the land and verify the household registration, how could you have achieved such solid accomplishments?"

Upon hearing this, Hong Chengchou immediately bowed and spoke humbly.

"Your Majesty's praise is too much for me. The success of the land survey in Beizhili is entirely due to Your Majesty's full support."

"You have bestowed upon me the seal of authority for surveying the land, allocated the Embroidered Uniform Guard to assist me, and granted me permission to act as I see fit. Furthermore, you have exempted the prefectures and counties along the route from taxes. I am merely acting under imperial decree, performing a small service; how dare I claim credit?"

His words were sincere, and there was not a trace of self-aggrandizement in his eyes, only gratitude for the emperor's favor.

Zhu Youxiao chuckled upon hearing this and raised his hand in acknowledgment.

"I am aware of your contributions and will certainly not treat you unfairly. Wei Chao, proclaim the decree!"

"Yes!"

Wei Chao, who was standing to the side, bowed and accepted the order, holding up a bright yellow imperial edict with both hands.

He cleared his throat, his voice booming like a bell, echoing throughout the warm chamber:

"The Emperor, by the Will of Heaven, decrees:

Hong Chengchou, Right Vice Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate and Chief Supervisor of the Land Survey Office, was ordered to survey the land in the northern part of Zhili. He performed his duties diligently and worked hard, uncovering 450,000 mu of hidden land. His contribution to the country's stability and the nation's well-being was invaluable.

He was granted special favor, promoted to Right Vice Censor-in-Chief, and bestowed with 1,500 taels of silver, 10 hectares of land, and an official residence inside the Xihua Gate in the capital.

He was awarded a second-rank flying fish robe and permitted to wear it when entering the court.

Yin Yi's son was admitted to the Imperial Academy, exempted from the provincial examination, and could directly participate in the metropolitan examination.

He was granted special permission to ride a horse in the Forbidden City and enjoyed the honors of a high-ranking official of the third rank or above.

An imperial inscription of "Qing Tian Gu Ben" (meaning "Strengthening the Foundation of the Fields") was commissioned to be made by the Ministry of Works and hung at the main gate of the official residence to commemorate his achievements.

Admire this! "

A series of rewards rained down, and even Wei Chao was somewhat envious when he announced the decree.

Such an honor is rarely bestowed even by veteran ministers who have followed His Majesty for many years.

The flying fish robe, riding a horse in the Forbidden City, the privilege of having his son imprisoned, and the imperial inscription—each and every one of these was an unparalleled honor, demonstrating His Majesty's reliance on Hong Chengchou.

Hong Chengchou was shocked to hear this, and tears welled up in his eyes. He immediately knelt down, raised his hands above his head, and spoke with barely suppressed emotion.

"Your subject Hong Chengchou thanks Your Majesty for your great kindness! I will serve you with my life, even unto death, to repay Your Majesty's trust and kindness! Long live Your Majesty!"

He slammed his forehead heavily against the gold brick, the sound clear and resonant, full of sincerity.

Wei Chao stepped forward to help Hong Chengchou up and handed him the imperial edict.

Seeing his moved expression, Zhu Youxiao's smile deepened:
"Rise. Although the Qing land reclamation in Beizhili is not completely finished, the overall situation is settled. The remaining matters can be handed over to your deputy. I summoned you today to entrust you with a new task."

Hong Chengchou rose solemnly and stood with his hands at his sides, saying, "Your subject respectfully awaits Your Majesty's decree."

"I order you to depart immediately and head to Qingtian in Shandong."

Zhu Youxiao spoke slowly.

"When Zuo Guangdou and Zhu Chengzong tried to reform the salt administration in Shandong, they touched the interests of local powerful families and salt merchants, and faced many obstacles, so the progress was not smooth."

Your trip to Shandong is twofold: firstly, to continue the "clearing of land" policy and clarify the hidden land holdings; and secondly, to coordinate with Zuo Zongtang and Zhu Rongji, working together to deter those unruly elements.

"Shandong?"

Hong Chengchou's heart stirred slightly, and then he understood.

Shandong is not only a major salt-producing area, but also a place where powerful families are entrenched. Salt administration and land administration are often intertwined, and a change in one can have far-reaching consequences. His Majesty sent him to clear the land, which is actually to remove the obstacles between salt administration and land administration and thoroughly rectify the officialdom and people's livelihood in Shandong.

Without the slightest hesitation, he bowed and accepted the order, his tone firm:
"Your Majesty, I obey! I will pack my bags immediately and set off for Shandong within three days. I will certainly fulfill my mission, not only to complete the important task of clearing the fields, but also to fully assist the Left Vice Minister and the Duke of Cheng in reforming the salt administration, and to sweep away the long-standing malpractices in Shandong for Your Majesty!"

Zhu Youxiao nodded in satisfaction, picked up a gilded token from the imperial desk, and handed it to him:
"This is my imperial inspection token. With this token, you can control officials at all levels in Shandong and act as you see fit. Anyone who resists or disobeys will be executed first and reported later!"

Hong Chengchou accepted the token with both hands. It felt heavy in his hands, and the four seal characters "By Imperial Decree, Inspector" on the token exuded the majesty of an emperor.

He bowed again: "Your Majesty, I thank you for the token! On my journey to Shandong, I will use the law of the land as my blade and Your Majesty's will as my guide, and I will never tolerate any corrupt officials or powerful figures!"

Hong Chengchou bowed and retreated, his figure disappearing outside the warm pavilion door. The vermilion door slowly closed, isolating him from the outside world.

Zhu Youxiao leaned on his throne, gazing at the door, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

Who would have thought?
This honest and hardworking, grateful and loyal minister of the country, in the original historical trajectory, would have surrendered to the Qing Dynasty after the defeat at Songshan, becoming a "stepping stone" for the Manchus to enter the pass, helping the foreign tribe to knock on the gates and go south to slaughter their compatriots.

What's even more ridiculous is that later, unofficial historical accounts and rumors circulating on the internet linked him with Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, even fabricating the absurd claim that he was "Kangxi's biological father."

Zhu Youxiao's lips curled into a playful smile.

Unofficial histories are always based on hearsay and embellishment, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, but they are often "wild" enough to attract attention.

However, Hong Chengchou is now under my control. He has been given the opportunity to be recognized and rewarded, and he has real achievements to back him up. I think he will not repeat the same mistakes.

After all, the Jurchens were finished.

He shook his head, trying to put these scattered thoughts behind him. An emperor's mind must ultimately be focused on court affairs and the overall situation of the country.

Just then, the eunuch outside the door stepped forward quietly, bowed, and announced:

"Your Majesty, Wei Zhongxian, the Director of the Eastern Depot, requests an audience, saying he has important matters to report."

"Wei Zhongxian?"

Zhu Youxiao was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

"Let him in."

A moment later, Wei Zhongxian walked into the East Warm Pavilion with small, quick steps. His eunuch robe with python patterns made him look slightly bloated, but his face still showed his usual respect and caution.

He knelt down as soon as he entered and kowtowed three times, his voice high-pitched yet clear:

"This servant, Wei Zhongxian, kowtows to Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!"

"Get up. What is it you wish to report?"

Zhu Youxiao spoke calmly. He knew that Wei Zhongxian had been keeping a close eye on public opinion after the publication of the Huangming Daily. His visit must mean that something unusual had happened in the capital.

Wei Zhongxian rose, stood respectfully at his sides below the steps, and said:

"Your Majesty, this servant is following your orders to monitor public opinion in the capital. This morning, a disturbance occurred at the gate of the Imperial Academy."

The three brothers Kong Yinzhen, Kong Yinsi, and Kong Yinxiang, descendants of a branch of the Northern Kong family, dressed in sacrificial robes and holding portraits of Confucius, gathered in front of the Imperial Academy, weeping and wailing. They denounced Lord Kong Zhenyun's editorial as contrary to Confucian and Mencian doctrines, burned the *Huangming Daily*, and incited students and commoners, nearly causing a major disturbance.

He paused for a moment, then recounted in detail how Wu Zongda arrived at the scene, how the Imperial Guards intimidated him, and how the three Kong brothers eventually left in a huff. The details were so detailed that he even recounted the Kong brothers' words and actions and the students' arguments without missing a beat.

Zhu Youxiao listened quietly, his expression unchanged, only a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes:
"These three ignorant and arrogant fools are truly stubborn and unyielding."

"Your Majesty is wise."

Wei Zhongxian quickly echoed, then changed the subject, his tone becoming increasingly serious.

"What's even more serious is that I've discovered that some people in the community are printing and distributing private newspapers, taking advantage of the controversy surrounding Kong Zhenyun's editorial to wantonly slander Your Majesty and spread rumors."

As he spoke, he took out a neatly folded newspaper from his pocket and carefully handed it to Wei Chao, who then passed it on to Zhu Youxiao.

Zhu Youxiao took the newspaper, unfolded it, and was first startled, then frowned.

This private newspaper, titled "Yanjing Daily," was printed on rough paper with blurry prints, yet it contained large, obscene erotic pictures that were vulgar and explicit.

The accompanying text titles next to the erotic pictures are even more shocking.

"Emperor Tianqi's Night Party with Concubine Li"

The Tianqi Emperor indulged in debauchery and debauchery within the Forbidden City.

"The Neo-Confucianism is in fact a tyranny; the Heavenly Revelation disregards the sacred Way..."

Each headline was utterly slanderous, and the content was even more distorted, malicious, and defamatory, with every word and sentence aimed at undermining the emperor and the people.

Wei Zhongxian stood below the steps, stealing glances at Zhu Youxiao's expression. He had expected His Majesty to be furious and slam his fist on the table, since such vicious slander was something no emperor could tolerate.

To his surprise, Zhu Youxiao calmly flipped through the private reports, showing no sign of rage on his face. His eyes were as cold as ice, as if he were looking at a document that had nothing to do with him.

"Have you found the source of this private report?"

Zhu Youxiao threw the newspaper onto the imperial desk, his voice eerily calm, yet carrying a suffocatingly oppressive aura.

"Your Majesty, I have made some progress."

Wei Zhongxian quickly bowed and replied, "This private report was printed in secret and distributed in the streets and alleys of the capital at night. My men have already traced it by following the smell of ink and the origin of the paper, and have identified several suspicious printing workshops. I expect that we will be able to catch the mastermind and his accomplices in one fell swoop soon."

"very good."

Zhu Youxiao nodded, his tone suddenly becoming sharp.

"To privately print and issue official documents is a violation of the imperial laws and is already a capital offense. To dare to openly slander the emperor and father and spread rumors to mislead the public is an even greater crime, utterly unforgivable!"

He raised his hand and slammed it on the imperial desk, saying in a deep voice:
"By imperial decree, the Eastern Depot is ordered to investigate thoroughly, regardless of who or what forces are involved, and to eradicate them completely!"

All those who participated in printing, distributing, or compiling this seditious report should be arrested and brought to justice, and executed without mercy!

I want the whole world to know what the consequences are for slandering the emperor and undermining the foundation of the nation!

"The slaves obey the orders!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Wei Zhongxian's eyes as he bowed and accepted the order.

"This servant will make the arrangements immediately. I will not fail His Majesty's trust and will capture all these traitors and execute them by slow slicing as a warning to others!"

After saying this, he kowtowed again, turned around, and quickly left.

Zhu Youxiao stared coldly at the filthy private report on his desk.

He knew in his heart that behind this was not just the dissatisfaction of the three Kong brothers, but also the old forces opposing the new policies, and even treacherous officials colluding with foreign barbarians.

But it's good, it's a good opportunity to clean up the undercurrents in the capital and deter those petty scoundrels who are eager to cause trouble.

After Wei Zhongxian left, the East Warm Pavilion returned to silence, leaving only Zhu Youxiao alone.

He unfolded the copy of the *Yanjing Daily* again, his gaze sweeping over the obscene erotic pictures and distorted headlines, a cold, mocking smile playing on his lips.

That's a really insidious trick.

Pornographic novels paired with erotic images first arouse the public's voyeuristic desires with vulgar content, attracting attention and accelerating dissemination. Then, through these obscene images, they subtly brainwash the public by smearing the emperor and undermining the new government.

This not only ruined his reputation but also incited uninformed people to resist the new policies, killing two birds with one stone.

Zhu Youxiao knew perfectly well that this was a trick that the three Kong brothers, those pedantic scholars, could not have come up with. Behind it must be a group of vested interests whose core interests had been touched by the new policy.

His land survey and acreage reforms exposed the powerful and wicked gentry who had concealed their land holdings, cutting off their sources of income from land annexation and tax evasion.

The reform of the salt administration and the opening of the sea for trade broke the monopoly of the old salt and sea merchants, giving more merchants a livelihood, but also offended the interest groups that had been entrenched for many years.

Reforming the imperial examination system and promoting capable officials left no way out for mediocre people who rose through the ranks based on family background and connections.

These people hated him to the core, yet they were powerless to do anything about it.

He had already made the Forbidden City an impregnable fortress, with spies from the imperial guards spread throughout the palace walls and outside. Every guard was an elite hand-picked soldier, making assassination impossible, and getting within three feet of him would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Open opposition?

That's just wishful thinking.

He heavily relied on the imperial guards to deter petty criminals with swift and decisive measures. Over the years, many officials and powerful figures have lost their heads for opposing the new policies and engaging in corruption. No one dares to gamble with their own life and fortune.

Is the intention to force a collective resignation and ultimately collapse the government?

They lack the ability to coordinate.

Although the new policies have affected the interests of the old forces, they have also benefited more people.

The Qingtian program allowed landless farmers to be allocated land, and their lives gradually became more prosperous.

The opening of the sea provided many nobles, officials, and coastal residents with new livelihoods, and the booming trade spurred the development of countless industries.

The appointment of capable officials provided a path for scholars from humble backgrounds to advance their careers, and the administration became increasingly transparent and efficient.

In this way, even if dozens or even hundreds of officials resign, it will not be a big deal, as the court has plenty of capable people willing to serve the new policies.

Desperate, these people devised this insidious scheme, attempting to ruin his reputation with rumors, alienate the people, and shake the resolve of the court officials, thereby hindering the implementation of the new policies.

Zhu Youxiao recalled the Yongzheng Emperor of later generations, who also implemented reforms that touched vested interests, and was similarly slandered as worthless. In the end, he even had to write "The Great Righteousness Awakens from Delusion" to spread the word and defend himself, but the more he tried to explain, the worse it got, and he only became a laughing stock.

He didn't have the time to bother with these clowns.

Rumors and gossip?

Let them say what they want.

The people have their own scales of judgment. Whether their lives are good or not, whether the new policies are good or not, cannot be distorted by a few filthy tabloids.

As long as he continues to implement new policies and allows everyone to benefit, these rumors will naturally fall apart on their own.

But tolerance is not the same as indulgence.

Zhu Youxiao slammed the private report onto the imperial desk, scattering the papers all over the floor, making the erotic pictures on them appear even uglier.

His eyes were cold and sharp, and he exuded an undeniable aura of power.

He could tolerate private complaints and criticisms, but he could never tolerate such acts of openly slandering the emperor and father and undermining the foundation of the country!

"If you dare to do such underhanded things, you must be prepared to bear the consequences."

Zhu Youxiao muttered to himself, his tone completely calm, yet chilling to the bone.

"Now that the Imperial Guards have uncovered some leads, no one can be let off the hook. Unauthorized use of seals and documents, and slander against the emperor, are not just simple capital offenses, but crimes punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family!"

He wanted to make those cowards hiding behind the scenes understand that even if they dared not openly rebel, as long as they dared to use such despicable means to obstruct the new policies and tarnish the emperor's dignity, what awaited them was still utter destruction.

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