But now, Chen Moyun's only worry was the Emperor's obsession with killing Lu Qianxuan and snatching military power from his hands.
If the Emperor insisted on scheming against the White Tiger Army, it was not impossible for Lu Qianxuan to join hands with the Duke of Zhenguo and rebel. When that happened, the ones who would suffer would be the ordinary people.
Seeing that he was lost in thought, Yu Wenzhou sighed and kept the rest of his words to himself.
To be honest, he was not in a position to worry about other people. If he failed to raise 100,000 taels of silver within a month, his head might roll to the ground.
The Minister of Works continued demanding money from the Minister of Revenue. No matter how much money they gave him, it was never enough.
Everyone knew that the money was being embezzled by Jin Liangkai. But without evidence, it was useless even if they reported him to the Emperor.
Under the heavy atmosphere, the first ray of light appeared on the eastern horizon.
