Capital
Emperor Jingqing sat on the dragon throne, watching the endless quarrels of the courtiers below.
He felt somewhat sleepy, wanting to yawn, increasingly impatient with the courtiers' arguments.
"Enough, isn't it just a flood? Since I ascended the throne, haven't we had floods before? Handle it as we always have."
Emperor Jingqing patted the armrest of the chair, a trace of anger on his face.
The current Prime Minister is surnamed Li, belonging to the faction of Noble Consort Li, yet he is one with admirable clarity of mind and decency.
He stepped forward: "Your Majesty, the present is not as before. Last year, Your Majesty ordered heavy taxation in Jiangnan, and now is the time when there's a shortage of food, and at this moment, a flood disaster..."
Before he finished speaking, someone jumped out and started arguing with him.
