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Seeing that there was no response, the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chenmo, loudly shouted: "Who is in charge of the last disaster relief?"

Hearing the words and questions of the Son of Heaven, the person in charge of the last relief operation was shocked. He broke out in a cold sweat and his clothes were all wet. His body trembled uncontrollably as he said, "It's … It's this old official."

He was unlucky. As the saying goes, as an official, who wouldn't be greedy? Three years in Qingzhi County, and a hundred thousand taels of snow silver. These officials of the imperial government, which of them had never been greedy before? Moreover, none of them were small numbers, but his luck was bad and he just happened to hit the nail on the head. How could he have a good ending?

"It's you?" The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chenmo, said in a low voice. He then looked at the official and said coldly, "How much relief money has fallen into the hands of the victims?"

Hearing Wen Tianzi and Xuanyuan Chen Mo's question, the old official almost fainted as he incoherently said, "Ten, one hundred thousand."

"Haha!" The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan, Chen Mo, laughed angrily, "Look, this is what you call the officials who can help us share our worries. Money for disaster relief is usually in your pocket, even you guys are acting like this. "And in the end, there will still be money for the victims?"

"Men, pull out this corrupt official who disregarded the lives of the people and exterminated him, confiscate all his family property, and send him into the borders to save the victims." The Son of Heaven, Xuan Yuan, Chen Mo, shouted.

Hearing the Son of Heaven's voice, Xuanyuan Chen cried out, "Your Majesty, please spare me! Please spare me! This old official is muddle-headed! Please spare me! Please spare me! Please spare my life, Your Majesty!"

But no matter how much he yelled, it was of no use. He couldn't change the order given by the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen. He was dragged out of the palace and beheaded.

In the Forbidden City, in the depths of the imperial palace, an official was beheaded right outside the palace.

A large head flew out, and its face was carved with a terrified expression. Blood spewed out a few meters high, sprinkling onto the ground.

Inside the palace, all of the officials were kneeling on the ground while feeling extremely nervous. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped down their foreheads and soaked their clothes.

The expression of the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo, was ice-cold and gloomy. His eyes flashed with a trace of anger from time to time, looking at the officials kneeling on the ground, he shouted, "Tell me, what is the use of raising you?

The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen, furrowed his brows, Long Yan was furious, and shouted, "All of you who look dignified and serve the Emperor, are fart. The people at the borders are displaced, the people do not live peacefully, there is no place to live, and you can't even eat. Is this what you call the officials of the imperial court who are the intermediaries between the outside and the capital? I am the majestic Xuanyuan Kingdom, with its vast territory and abundant food and clothing, yet now I am holding the lives of the commoners at the border. Why is it that no one has told me why not? For such a situation to occur in our Xuanyuan Kingdom? "Why?"