Chapter 62: Separate Attacks

Su Shi returned to the official chambers and immediately organized and arranged for all departments and offices to hold a meeting.

Starting from that very day, the Kaifeng Prefecture launched a special rectification campaign, deploying half of its manpower and resources to fully investigate and handle major and severe cases involving the "harm caused to the people by the young crop loans."

Every petition received must be accepted, and every case reported must be officially registered!

Regardless of whose relatives or old acquaintances were involved, all pleas for leniency were completely ignored, and everyone implicated was detained in the Kaifeng Prefecture prison.

For cases of exceptional severity—such as those exploiting the imperial court's young crop loans through usurious schemes—the offenders were given twenty heavy cane strokes right away.

"I can agree to this matter as well," Murong Yi said without hesitation, nodding directly.

Hiding boundless tenderness in her eyes as she looked at Liu Moxing, she cupped his face in both hands and pressed a deep kiss to his lips.

"Brother, I don't want to learn dancing anymore, it's so tiring," nine-year-old He Luo would pout and act spoiled in his arms.

What is the big deal about joining the Tianwu Palace? Why on earth do they have a front courtyard and a back hall? Besides, he was not truly a member of the Tianwu Palace in the first place.

Upon closer reflection, this was indeed a possibility. After all, standing alone now, attempting to wrest the secret treasure from the Fan family was truly a pipe dream. It would be far better to offer it to the Ziyi Prefecture in exchange for that sliver of favor, which might just grant her a chance to turn the tables.

"You, come here. Guardhouse, right?" Lin Fan smiled brightly. This was none other than the captain of the guard unit who had humiliated him at the entrance the first time he came to the Wu family estate. Lin Fan had never had the time to deal with him until now, and he finally caught him.

Returning to the Inspection Bureau branch, Jian You had been pondering all along what calculations Cao Que and Tao Wang were really making. It was only then that he realized a crucial problem: today was already the second day. If Yan Lingsheng failed to uncover the traitor by tomorrow, Liu Moxing would execute him.

"Right, let me teach you how to accept missions along the way," the middle-aged man said as he led Murong Yi back into the main hall.

With that single move, Jia Zimin instantly conjured a circular barrier of light to shield himself. No matter how much his mind was muddled by wine and lust, he knew that this was the moment of life and death.

Murong Liu could no longer restrain herself. Between the previous incident involving Murong Yi and now being pursued by the people of the Martial Sect, she had wanted to strike back, but alas, she was no match for them. Since her birth, she had never suffered such massive grievances.

At this point, Lü Fei played the role of the ultimate hands-off boss. After listening to the report, he immediately made the final decision. Needless to say, the specific follow-up tasks would still be handled by Wang Tian.

The floor plan for the Huzhou Silk Group's exhibition booth at the Shanghai trade fair had been sent over long ago. Huang Fei had spent the entire week rushing to complete the creative concept renderings, with An Yi providing guidance on the side and personally handling the 3D rendering and output. Working at a feverish pace, they finally finished everything on the very last day of the weekend.

Zhong Nan did not decline the Emperor's kind offer. Furthermore, having already scheduled banquets with Shi Xing and Song Yingchang for the next two days, he intended to stay in the capital for three days. Moreover, before leaving Jizhou, his military duties had been properly arranged, so he had no worries about any negative repercussions.

The Emperor did not seem hurried; clutching the imperial edict in his hand, he slowly sat back down, gazing at him with an unhurried, leisurely air.

Hearing this, Tang Hai finally sat down with a mind at ease, though a sudden question popped into his head. He looked toward Xiao Shan with a puzzled expression.

Immersed in happiness, Xiao Shan had no inkling that tonight, simply because he was dealing with his own personal affairs, he was about to brush right past a storm of blood and slaughter in Shanghai.

"Of course, otherwise they wouldn't have locked me up here," Wu Yong said, mimicking her tone.

The last time Mu Yi left the county seat in such a hurry that Xie Zheng was unable to bid him a personal farewell or express his gratitude, he had directly cast himself in the role of a subordinate upon arriving this time. Clearly, Gu Yaosen had already conveyed Mu Yi's requirements to them.

"Forget it, bring them out and let's start over." My journey in education is still very long, and I cannot afford to be impatient.

The Second Prince, Prince Zhuang, had always been honest and dutiful—lacking in brilliant cleverness, but possessing more than enough conservative caution. With such a personality, though he could never become emperor, he could easily remain a carefree prince under the rule of any of his brothers. In a way, that could also be considered his fortune.