Great Yin, Capital, Royal Palace.
In the early morning...
The officials were standing in two lines, each reporting on matters from various places.
Zhao She sat at a high position, supporting his forehead, listening to the reports, but his mind was focused on "how to make money," how to increase types of taxes and raise tax revenue.
He had promised the Lingyi Sect to repay his return to the throne, and he had to offer gold as tribute every year.
Suddenly, an official below reported that disasters had occurred somewhere, resulting in many victims needing money for relief. Zhao She couldn't help but frown, then appointed an official skilled in "reading the room and flattering" to handle it. Anyway, the royal family wouldn't pay out, and if it wasn't handled well, that official would be thrown out to appease public indignation. If handled well, he'd be promoted, and such matters would be left to him next time.
