That night, at King Feng's residence.
"Your Highness, we can't let them go on like this. The officials of several provinces are complaining, and the people's grievances are increasing every day. I'm afraid that Feng Province, which we have been managing for so long, will be destroyed in their hands."
The person who spoke was the provincial governor of Feng Province. He was pacing back and forth anxiously in his room.
According to the plan, the First Prince's actions in Feng Province should have reached the capital by now and caused a huge reaction. If they were to hurry, there should be a reply after such a long time.
However, the reply didn't come. The increasingly unscrupulous imperial censors had caused an impact that couldn't be ignored in Feng Province.
In the face of the First Prince's deliberate targeting, if they continued to sit back and do nothing, there would be some irreparable losses.
Zhao Yi heard this and frowned slightly.
Although the other party's actions in Feng Province were related to the personal grudge between him and the First Prince, it was an official matter on the surface. If he obstructed them, he would definitely become a laughing stock. The imperial censors had always been merciless and couldn't be ignored.
He couldn't advance or retreat.
A helpless expression appeared on Zhao Yi's face as he muttered, "Brother Li, Brother Li, you have given me a difficult problem this time …"
The provincial governor of Feng Province looked at him and asked doubtfully, "What did Your Highness say?"
"Nothing," Zhao Yi waved his hand and said, "Provincial Governor Zhou, you can go back first. I have my own arrangements for this matter."
The middle-aged man nodded and left the room.
Zhao Yi walked over. Just as she was about to close the door, she suddenly heard a sound like silk tearing, followed by a "bang".
He turned his head and saw a dagger inserted straight into the door, all the way to the hilt.
A trace of doubt appeared on Zhao Yi's face. He took out a handkerchief from his bosom and held the hilt.
He didn't use much strength and easily pulled out the dagger. It was obvious that it was an extremely sharp weapon.
"Who is it?"
Zhao Yi stood at the door and looked into the courtyard. He asked loudly.
There was no response for a long time. He waved at the guard who was walking towards him and walked into the room. He took out a few pieces of paper from the dagger and carefully placed the dagger on the table.
He didn't know who could sneak into the Prince's Mansion and deliver a message with a dagger, but the content of the message should be very important.
"Silver?"
But when he saw the first sentence written on the paper, he frowned.
As time passed, the expression on his face first became solemn, then puzzled, surprised, and finally stunned.
What was written on it was a system called "Silver for Trial of Crimes".
As the name suggested, the content of this system was to pay for crimes with money.
Depending on the severity of the crime committed by the officials, they would be exempted from certain punishments by a certain amount of silver. Although this law could solve the country's financial problems in a short period of time, in the long run, corruption would inevitably spread to the point where it could not be suppressed, and the country would not be far from destruction.
What was strange was that these pieces of paper described in detail the evils of the Silver for Trial of Crimes. They quoted scriptures and discussed the major crimes committed by the Silver for Trial of Crimes.
For example, using money to pay for crimes would make the officials who paid the Silver for Trial of Crimes even more unbridled and fearless, and the officials would become more corrupt. With the Silver for Trial of Crimes, the officials would exploit the people even more, and the country would be in turmoil. Finally, using money to pay for crimes would not be pursued, and the law would become useless. The law would collapse, and the country would perish.
Of course, more importantly, it was clearly written on the paper that the Eldest Prince was going to vigorously implement the Silver for Trial of Crimes system. This was simply encouraging evil practices and promoting unhealthy practices, with the intention of destroying the Qi Kingdom.
The person who wrote this letter was originally an expert who wandered around the world. He was unwilling to see the State of Qi destroyed in the hands of such a person. Thus, he sent a letter with a dagger to expose the matter. He hoped that he could announce this matter to the world and let everyone see the ugly face of the First Prince.
Zhao Yi put down the letter and sat by the table. His right index finger tapped on the surface of the table.
If this matter was true and the Eldest Prince really wanted to implement this method of destroying the country, then he would have a good reason to do so. He would not need to care about the censors and the opinions of the people in the capital, and the siege of Feng Province would be resolved.
The problem was, who had sent this letter?
How did he find out about this matter, and how did he enter the prince's residence?
No matter what, he would not believe the words of a wandering expert.
"Who could it be?" Zhao Yi's index finger tapped on the surface of the table a little faster as he murmured.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Zhao Yi got up and walked to the door. He asked, "What is it?"
"I forgot something." An old voice rang out, and the door bolt broke. Zhao Yi saw a masked old man with white hair walk in. He walked to the side of the table and put away the dagger.
When he walked out of the door, he glanced at Zhao Yi and casually stuck the other dagger into the door. He said, "It's a little dark, so I stuck it in the wrong place. Sorry."
Zhao Yi watched him walk into the courtyard. With a leap, he flew up to the roof and completely disappeared into the night.
"There's an assassin! There's an assassin!" Panicked footsteps could be heard nearby. Countless figures ran over.
"Your Highness, is Your Highness alright?"
"Where did the assassin go?"
"Catch the assassin! Catch the assassin!"
…
A moment later, Zhao Yi dismissed the crowd and asked, "Is anyone injured?"
One person immediately replied, "Your Highness, only a few guards were knocked unconscious. No one was injured."
Zhao Yi nodded and looked at the dagger on the door. He walked over, grabbed the handle, and exerted a little force.
The dagger did not move at all.
Thinking of how the old man had cut the dagger like it was tofu, Zhao Yi asked, "Did anything happen at the relay station tonight?"
Someone walked up and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, the First Prince gathered everyone in the middle of the night. He seemed to be discussing something important."
Zhao Yi nodded and pulled out the dagger with all his might. Then, he walked into the house.
"In the future, double the number of people in this area."
Someone bowed, "As you command."
At the same time, at the Feng Province relay station, a few people knelt down in the corridor, trembling with fear. Zhao Zheng pointed at them and said coldly, "It's useless. You don't even know that someone has barged in. I have raised a bunch of trash for nothing! "
…
…
It was another sunny day. Li Yi got up and opened the door. When he was stretching his body in the courtyard, a figure flew out from a room in the inn next door and landed steadily in the courtyard.
The unkempt old man looked at him and said, "The two items have been delivered."
"And?" Li Yi looked at him and asked.
The unkempt old man nodded and said, "I've made myself clear."
As he said this, he could not help but take another look at Li Yi.
To be able to praise one person to the heavens and belittle the same thing to the ground in front of another person were two extremes. Perhaps only a scholar could do such a thing.
Li Yi cupped his hands at him and said, "Xu, thank you for your hard work."
The unkempt old man shook his head and asked, "When are we going back?"
"Soon. It'll only take a while." Li Yi looked at him and asked, "Why? Is Xu in a hurry to go back because of something important?"
The unkempt old man touched his chest pocket. During the battle with the Taoist Nun, a bottle of antidote had been accidentally destroyed. That was two months' worth of antidote. If he returned late, his limbs would be stiff and he would be bleeding from all seven apertures …
Calculating the days, the unkempt old man should still be able to make it. He shook his head and said, "What important matter could I have? No hurry, no hurry …"
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