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Chapter 629 Emperor Chongzhen Inspects the Work!
Hong Chengchou walked at the front, his posture still upright, but his steps seemed more steady.
The position of Grand Secretary is the pinnacle of a subject's authority and also the highest level of responsibility.
He knew that this was both an act of imperial grace and the beginning of walking on thin ice.
The new emperor is ambitious and enterprising. I must keep up with him and produce convincing achievements in order to secure my position and, more importantly, to... be remembered in history.
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he began to rapidly plan all the matters that would arise after taking over.
Sun Chuanting walked and talked quietly with several familiar military officers, his brows furrowed with excitement.
Entering the cabinet to participate in state affairs is the dream of civil officials, and it is an even greater honor for someone like him who comes from a military background.
This means that he can not only continue to command the troops in the Northwest, but also offer advice and suggestions on how to strengthen the Ming Dynasty's military and remove obstacles in the imperial court.
He was deeply grateful for the Emperor's favor, and he could only repay it with even greater military achievements and more dedicated assistance.
As Zhu Cilang, seated on the imperial steps, retreated back to the inner palace, a slight smile played on his lips.
The first grand court session successfully completed three major tasks: rewarding meritorious service, establishing credibility, and finalizing the leadership team, with results exceeding expectations.
The transition of power was smooth, the core leadership team was loyal and reliable, and the strategic direction was clear.
Now, it's time to turn our attention to a wider world and to outline and realize the unprecedented blueprint for the "Tianwu Golden Age" in his heart.
In the afternoon, sunlight filters through the lush foliage of Ciqing Palace Garden, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestone paths and verdant lawns.
The spring breeze was gentle, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees and the slightly fishy smell of the pond water. It brushed past the pavilions and towers, and also past the figure in a black Taoist robe leaning against the white marble railing by the pond, casually tossing fish food into the water.
On his birthday, Emperor Chongzhen removed the twelve-symbol imperial robe that symbolized supreme power, and also the heavy shackles that he had almost never truly removed in the past seventeen years.
At this moment, his hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and a few strands of silver hair stood out in the sunlight. His face was thinner than when he was in power, but the melancholy between his brows, accumulated from years of worry, had faded considerably, replaced by an almost leisurely peace.
He picked up the last few fish food pellets from the porcelain bowl with his slender fingers and casually scattered them into the pond. He watched as the plump koi fish surged towards the water, splashing and churning, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Footsteps approached from afar, very light, but exceptionally clear in the tranquil garden.
Emperor Chongzhen did not turn around. He simply finished scattering the last bit of fish food, patted the non-existent crumbs off his hands, and then slowly turned around.
Emperor Tianwu, Zhu Cilang, had changed out of his heavy court attire and was now dressed in a light blue casual robe with a jade belt around his waist. He walked leisurely through the moon gate and came over.
Behind him, only two or three personal eunuchs, including Ma Bao, followed at a distance. When he waved his hand, they all stopped outside the garden gate and stood respectfully with their hands at their sides.
"Father."
Zhu Cilang approached, a smile on his face, and bowed respectfully.
As Chongzhen looked at his son, who was now taller than himself, spirited and with an air of imperial authority about him, a fleeting moment of disbelief crossed his eyes, which quickly turned into a deeper sense of satisfaction.
He waved his hand and laughed:
"The court session is over? How was it? How did it feel to sit on the dragon throne for your first proper court assembly?"
His tone was relaxed and casual, like an ordinary father asking his son about his first day of school.
Zhu Cilang's expression relaxed considerably in front of his father, losing the deliberate composure and dignity he maintained in court. He smiled upon hearing this:
"Father, I am seated comfortably, but I am still a little nervous."
He walked over to his father and leaned against the railing, watching the fish gradually disperse in the pond.
"Below the imperial steps, a sea of black, all high-ranking officials in red and purple robes, countless eyes watching, every word and action concerning the state and the court, fearing that any slip-up would make one a laughing stock or ruin important matters. Only now do I truly understand how difficult it was for Father Emperor to attend court every day."
These words were spoken frankly, with the sincerity of a young man and a sense of understanding for his father.
Upon hearing this, Chongzhen's smile deepened. He sat down on the stone bench beside him and gestured for Zhu Cilang to sit down as well.
"It's like this at first, but you get used to it after a while."
Emperor Chongzhen picked up the tea that had been prepared on the stone table, took a sip, and then his gaze fell on his son's face, filled with scrutiny and concern.
"There were a few things that happened at court today. Although I wasn't there, I heard a general outline from your attendant, Wang. You handled them... quite well. Come, tell me what your thoughts are?"
This sounded like casual conversation, but Zhu Cilang knew that his father was "checking his homework."
This retired emperor, who had reigned for seventeen years and was known for his diligence and suspicion, could not possibly be completely at ease with the government, especially with the new emperor's first grand court session, even after retiring to the inner palace. This is both a father's concern for his son and a former emperor's examination and assessment of the new emperor's governing philosophy.
Zhu Cilang sat up straight, his expression becoming more serious, and began to "report" one by one:
"Let's first talk about the matter of Mr. Xue's retirement and the rewards he received. In my opinion, Mr. Xue made an indelible contribution by stabilizing the situation in the later period of the Chongzhen reign and by providing strong support when I was in charge of the country."
More importantly, Mr. Xue is the most respected among the veteran officials of the previous dynasty. I hereby bestow upon him the honorary title of Grand Tutor, a full salary for retirement, and an imperial edict of commendation—a triple reward, primarily to acknowledge his merits and hard work.
Secondly, it was also to show all the officials and subjects of the country that I will never fail those who serve the Ming Dynasty wholeheartedly, regardless of whether they are new or old.
This will appease the former officials and inspire those who come after. Furthermore, Mr. Xue's dignified retirement will set an example for future meritorious senior officials, allowing them to gracefully step down and yield to more capable individuals, thus contributing to a stable court.
Emperor Chongzhen listened quietly, his fingers unconsciously stroking the warm porcelain cup. Upon hearing this, he nodded slightly.
"Yes, your considerations are thorough. Xue Guoguan's gifts are a bit generous, but they are worth it. He is capable and shrewd, but he generally knows when to advance and when to retreat. Your generous treatment has reassured the old ministers in the court. This move is the right one."
He paused, looked up at Zhu Cilang, and his tone became more serious.
"However, Lang'er, you must remember that kindness and severity must go hand in hand. If you show great kindness today, and someone becomes arrogant or harbors ulterior motives in the future, then this sword of severity must also be shown its weight."
"Your subject will remember your father's teachings."
Zhu Cilang nodded. He understood his father's meaning: the rewards could be generous, but the bottom line and rules had to be clearer.
"Let's talk about Hong Chengchou."
Emperor Chongzhen put down his teacup, his gaze becoming somewhat distant.
"This man... is exceptionally talented, skilled in both literature and martial arts, meticulous in thought, and capable in his methods. You appointed him as chief minister because you value his competence and sense of responsibility, especially in matters of territorial expansion and strategic management. He understands these matters better than ordinary civil officials and is better able to implement your strategies. This is utilizing his strengths."
He changed the subject, lowering his voice and adding a warning:
“However, Hong Hengjiu is a man of deep thoughts, capable of both yielding and standing firm, not a loyal subject. If you employ him, you must use him wisely and control him well. The Grand Secretary’s power is too great and needs to be balanced. You must have this intention in bringing Sun Chuanting into the cabinet today, right?” Zhu Cilang sighed inwardly. Although Chongzhen had retired, his eyes were still sharp.
He frankly stated, "Your Majesty is wise. Appointing Hong Qing as Grand Secretary to oversee the overall situation and promote the new policies and territorial expansion is due to his abilities. Inviting Sun Baigu to the cabinet is firstly to reward his contributions; secondly, Baigu is straightforward, knowledgeable in military affairs, and well-versed in practical matters. In the cabinet, he can be well-versed in military affairs, balance the civil and military aspects, and make military and political coordination smoother; thirdly…"
He paused.
“Hong Qing excels in strategy and planning, while Bai Gu is strong in execution and implementation. If the two can cooperate, they will complement each other perfectly. Even if there are occasional disagreements, your son, as the mediator, can make a calm and decisive decision.”
Emperor Chongzhen's eyes revealed approval:
“Well thought out. Sun Chuanting is a good general and a capable minister. He may be a bit stubborn, but he is absolutely loyal to you. Letting him into the cabinet not only gives a military man a position, but also lets Hong Chengchou know that the court is not something he can monopolize. Very good.”
He picked up the teapot and personally poured half a cup of tea for Zhu Cilang. This small gesture warmed Zhu Cilang's heart.
"besides."
Emperor Chongzhen seemed to remember something, his tone slightly teasing.
"Do those auspicious omens reported today sound pleasant to you? Things like 'the Purple Palace is bright' and 'peace reigns throughout the world'."
Zhu Cilang smiled:
"It may sound pleasant, but it's just something to listen to. Your Majesty's request for auspicious omens from various regions is merely a way to celebrate the beginning of a new dynasty and reassure the people. The true essence of governance lies in being pragmatic, ensuring the well-being of the people, strengthening the military, and promoting education. Those extravagant auspicious omens should not be taken seriously, much less used to mislead matters."
Your Majesty, I have instructed the Office of Transmission that such reports, unless there are truly extraordinary circumstances to investigate, should simply be recorded and archived. They need not be read aloud before the Emperor every time, lest they encourage a superficial and pretentious atmosphere.”
"Ok!"
Emperor Chongzhen nodded emphatically this time, a genuine smile of satisfaction on his face.
“If you can think this way, I am truly at ease. The worst thing for a ruler is to be ambitious and fond of grand achievements, and to be blinded by such empty words and rhetoric. Remember, the people’s reputation, the peace of the borders, and the fullness of the treasury are the real ‘auspicious omens’.”
This conversation was less like a father instructing his son and more like an experienced "former colleague" imparting to the "new owner" who had just taken over the huge business the tips and tricks that couldn't be learned from books and could only be understood through personal experience.
Chongzhen spoke earnestly, and Zhu Cilang listened attentively.
The atmosphere in the garden was harmonious, with only the rustling of the wind through the bamboo leaves and the occasional splash of fish leaping in the pond.
After a moment, Chongzhen sighed softly and looked at the eaves of the Ciqing Palace, which was nestled among flowers and trees not far away.
"Now, I am the retired emperor, and you are the emperor. The vast land of the Ming Dynasty, the heavy burden, now rests on your shoulders. All I can do is stay in Cining Palace, tend to the flowers, feed the fish, and occasionally wait for you to come over, give you a reminder, reminisce about the past, and vent my frustrations. The real storms are yours to weather."
A surge of warmth welled up in Zhu Cilang's heart. He rose and bowed deeply to Emperor Chongzhen.
"Your subject will certainly live up to Father's expectations."
After a long while, Zhu Cilang finally got up and left.
The garden returned to tranquility, with only birds chirping in the branches as they returned to their nests.
Emperor Chongzhen stood alone by the pond, gazing at the emerald water that was dyed golden by the sunlight, remaining motionless for a long time.
His figure appeared somewhat lonely in the twilight, yet it exuded a tranquil, almost transparent serenity born of complete relaxation.
This world will ultimately be handed over to those who come after!
By the end of May, Beijing was already experiencing the sweltering heat of summer.
Cicadas chirped loudly in the ancient trees outside the high walls of the Forbidden City, while sunlight filtered through the newly replaced fine bamboo blinds in the West Warm Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace, casting dappled and swaying shadows on the smooth, golden brick floor.
In a corner of the hall, two enormous bronze ice chests emitted a cool breeze, which mingled with the fresh fragrance of the fresh fruits and vegetables inside, slightly dispelling the stuffiness in the air.
However, this carefully crafted coolness did not seem to completely soothe the anxiety in the hearts of some people inside the warm pavilion.
Minister of Revenue Ni Yuanlu stood a few steps away from the imperial desk, holding a thick, brick-like blue ledger.
He was nearly sixty years old, with a gaunt face. At this moment, his brows were furrowed, his lips were pressed into a straight line, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead—this was clearly not entirely due to the hot weather.
Zhu Cilang was at that moment reviewing a memorial to the throne.
After a moment, Zhu Cilang put down his pen, looked up, and said:
"But has there been any result regarding the inventory of the princes' assets?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Ni Yuanlu took a deep breath, stepped forward, and raised the heavy ledger in her hands high above her head.
"After four months of investigation and measurement by officials from the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Finance, the Censorate, and the Imperial Clan Court, the value of all fixed assets, including farmland, shops, workshops, mines, manors, forests, lakes, and marshes, which were voluntarily contributed by the various princely mansions, has been calculated. The detailed accounts are here for Your Majesty's perusal."
Ma Bao stepped forward, took the account book, and respectfully placed it on the imperial desk.
Zhu Cilang did not open it immediately, but instead gently tapped the blue cover of the ledger with his finger, his gaze fixed on Ni Yuanlu:
"What is the total amount? Ni Qing, just tell me."
Ni Yuanlu's Adam's apple bobbed, as if the number weighed a ton and required immense effort to utter. He raised his voice slightly, but every word was tinged with bitterness:
"Your Majesty, after repeated verification, the assets 'contributed' by the various vassal kings, converted according to market price... no, according to the fair value calculated by the court, totaled more than 134,675,800 taels of silver."
He paused, then added in an even lower voice:
"This figure only includes the valuation of their fixed assets that are difficult to move, such as their land, houses, shops, mines, etc. The gold and silver ingots, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, silks, and other floating assets stored in the treasuries of each prince's mansion are not included. If those are added... it would probably require an additional thirty to forty million taels."
After stating the number, Ni Yuanlu stood with her hands at her sides, feeling her back soaked with sweat.
One hundred and thirty million taels! What does that even mean?
Since the imperial court rectified the finances and cleared up arrears in previous years, last year all the regular and miscellaneous taxes, including land tax, salt tax, tea tax, customs tax, and mining tax, were collected nationwide, amounting to only about fifty or sixty million taels.
This does not include the funds retained in various regions and necessary expenses.
What the vassal kings are now "contributing" is equivalent to the total annual revenue of the entire Ming Dynasty for two years!
Of course, even if it's called a contribution, the imperial court would definitely have to pay for it, otherwise the princes would definitely cause trouble again.
Furthermore, the imperial court had already driven down the price significantly when assessing its value, to a maximum of half the original price. The vassal kings had tolerated this in order to go to sea and become emperors. If they were to cause any more trouble, the imperial court would feel embarrassed.
The warm pavilion was deathly silent.
Even Ma Bao instinctively held his breath, and the cold air in the ice chest seemed to freeze. (End of Chapter)