C11 Your Majesty Please Flip the Sign

Jiang Qiuyue's butt moved forward a few steps and approached the pile of memorials that had been missed by someone else. She was suddenly a little curious about what was written on it, causing the two prime ministers to avoid her like snakes and scorpions.

She casually picked up the topmost book and opened it. It was about the Great Famine of Liam that had been written by the Ministry of Revenue. It probably meant that the treasury didn't have enough food and was very poor, so it couldn't support a group of refugees.

Not only had Li An City suffered greatly from the famine, but the surrounding cities had also suffered greatly. This year, the weather was exceptionally hot, and the south of the river was self-sufficient. The rest had long since been transported to the north, where the north had almost been devoid of any grain.

All the grain stored in the treasury had been transported to the north. Li'an was located in the southwest, with a sparsely populated area. A large area of loess could not be used to cultivate crops, and very little land could be used for cultivation.

Earlier, however, the food in Liam had been burned down in a great fire. The people of Liam had starved to death, the families had killed livestock and eaten livestock, the families had eaten tree bark and tree roots in order to survive.

Jiang Qiuyue's gaze fell on the three words "Human and Food" on the imperial report. She felt goosebumps all over her body, and no longer dared to look at those three words.

The head of the Ministry of Revenue was Wang Zhujun's father. This imperial report did not represent him personally, but rather represented the Ministry of Revenue.

This way, he could skillfully expel himself. Even if she wanted to punish him, it would be a crime of not being able to handle the whole Ministry of Revenue, and not just him.

Neither of the two prime ministers wanted to provoke the other. If they could not deal with the situation, they could only pretend to be sick.

feigning illness... "Hiss …"

Jiang Qiuyue's eyes lit up. She thoughtfully stroked her chin and revealed a devilish, seductive smile.

Didn't they say that the treasury doesn't have money? Didn't they say that they cared about the monarch? The flag they set up couldn't be blamed on others.

Her gaze swept through the Heartbreak Palace before finally landing on the golden sword embedded with gems behind the beaded curtain. It was the sword she had used in the imperial court. After the next imperial court, it was hung in the Heartbreak Palace.

She got up and walked slowly over to it. She took a deep breath and used all her strength to lift it.

He then drew out his sword and cleanly cut his left hand.

"Woc!" WC! " Although Jiang Qiuyue was prepared for this, she never would have thought that the pain would reach such a degree that her sword would fall to the ground.

She watched in a daze as her blood slowly flowed out and dripped down, accompanied by a bone-piercing pain.

"Your majesty!" Luo Ying, who was guarding outside the hall and came in to change the tea, threw away the tea set and ran towards Jiang Qiuyue.

"Send word to the imperial physician!" A large number of palace maids surrounded them, flustered and flustered. Some supported Jiang Qiuyue, some brought hot towels and warm compresses, while others ran out to get some people. In an instant, everyone in the Heartbreak Palace rushed over, it was extremely lively.

Jiang Qiuyue passed through the gazes of the people in the palace and looked at the table with squinted eyes. She didn't expect that the first report would cause her to see blood. She really hoped that she wouldn't suddenly die one day …

Being helped to the dragon bed by the palace maids in a flurry, she still despised her extremely saturated golden quilt. Every time she covered herself, she felt like an explosive dumpling.

The imperial physicians quickly flocked over and surrounded Jiang Qiuyue. After fiddling around, they applied medicine and bandaged her wound. They even fed her a pile of unknown bitter traditional Chinese medicine, so much so that she wanted to go and drink it.

"His Majesty needs to meditate and recuperate in the next few days. There is no need to touch the water on his wounds. All matters concerning living and living should be dealt with by the servants." The imperial physician stroked his beard as he instructed.

Jiang Qiuyue agreed, but mentally she was organizing the assembly tomorrow.

After a long while, the imperial physicians shook their heads in anguish as they left the Heartbreak Palace. They were on the verge of bursting into tears, as if Jiang Qiu and Yue would die the next day.

When the imperial physicians had all dispersed, Luo Ying walked forward, her large clear eyes twinkling. "His Majesty was unconscious a few days ago. Although he's injured today, he can still move, so …"

"Your Majesty, please flip your name plate!" It was unknown where he had come from, but he had conjured a large, red tray. There were dozens of green tokens densely packed on it!

Jiang Qiuyue was so scared that her eyes widened. She took a few steps back and exclaimed, "WTF?!"