"Brother, don't worry!" Luo Lin patted his younger brother's arm gently: "They just hate Songgan too much."

"Songguan?" Luo Qin repeated the familiar name and asked curiously: "What did this Songguan do? Did he kill their father like Meng Ji?"

"No!" Luo Lin shook his head. At this moment, a sentence that Chen Zaixing said not long ago suddenly flashed in her mind - "Severe people's wealth and money is like killing parents!" She was slightly stunned and then whispered: "But it's almost done!"

"Then this Songsan is really a Rakshasa. He killed the father of so many people in the Privy Council!" Luo Qin said astonished.

Luo Lin smiled slightly and ignored his younger brother's words. She had begun to understand what Chen Zaixing said a few days ago. Indeed, compared to millions of self-cultivated farmers, thousands of arrogant nobles were much worse for the king. At this time, the little girl had a seed called power germinated in her heart. Although the bud was still very young now, it would eventually grow into a towering tree over time.

Rollin winked at the attendant beside him. The attendant, who knew it, took two steps forward, and tapped the teak floor twice with the end of the scepter in his hand. The loud voice immediately rang throughout the hall. The noise of the councillor immediately calmed down, and his eyes turned to the throne where the king and the eldest princess were.

"My loyal nobles, I cannot agree to your proposal!" Rollin's voice paused for a moment: "The reason is very simple. Not long ago, I had issued an order to appoint Song Chan as the governor of the China-Myanmar region, and at the same time pardoned his past crimes. He also repaid my trust with his own actions. Without him, the British would not be defeated. If I agree to your request, it would be equivalent to vetoing my own order, which is impossible!"

The nobles showed a look of astonishment on their faces, but soon they were angry and regained their control, and the entire hall was immediately filled with rude shouts. A monk shouted loudly: "Songsan killed the Master Samantabhadra and defiled the sacred temple. This is a blasphemy of Buddhism. Even the king cannot forgive such crimes!"

"The king can forgive all crimes!" Rollin retorted loudly. At this time, she seemed to be controlled by an invisible elf, and was not as weak as usual. She looked at the nobles who were shouting at her below, stood up, snatched the golden scepter from the hands of the entourage, and knocked it hard on the ground with her tail twice, and shouted loudly: "Guards, guards!"

Soon, there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the hall. The nobles were shocked to see a group of new soldiers wearing military uniforms and holding rifles with bright bayonets appearing at the door. The cold wind of fear suddenly freezes their tongues, and the hall quickly calms down.

Luo Qin looked at the sister beside him in surprise, as if she had recognized her for the first time. At this moment, Luo Lin's gentle face was heroic and masculine beauty. Luo Lin handed the scepter to the servants beside him and shouted: "Necessors, I don't like to remind you of the noble status of our siblings in this way. Please remember that our power comes from our sacred bloodline. Anyone who dares to question the power of the king will be punished by the law in the world and will not be able to get peace after death. This time I can forgive you, but don't regard my tolerance as weakness!"

The hall was silent, with only the occasional slight collision of weapons in the hands of soldiers. The nobles of the Privy Council felt that their lives were so fragile for the first time, especially the senior monk who loudly questioned His Majesty the power of His Majesty, who had just now been so scared that he knelt on the ground and trembled all over. Luo Lin looked at him coldly and continued: "Nationals, I understand your anger, but we have to face the reality. No matter how you punish Song Gan, it is impossible to recover your losses. Thousands of farmers have fled the manor, and a considerable number of them have weapons. Apart from violence, it is impossible to get them back to the manor and hand over the land and property they have obtained. The use of violence means a civil war, and the Kingdom of Burma is now impossible to engage in another civil war!"

The nobles continued to remain silent, but some of the smarter nobles had already begun to consider what Luo Lin had said just now. As Luo Lin said, killing Songsan cannot make the peasants obediently put down their weapons and tame them back to the nobles' manor, but can they just forget it? Could it be that the eldest princess did not hesitate to use force in the Privy Council to announce this fact to the nobles?

"The wise once said, 'Silly people always regret past mistakes, while the wise people are looking for new opportunities!' The king is like a scale, that is, not to be biased to this side, nor to that side. Although the kingdom cannot issue decrees to force farmers to return to their past estates, they can find ways to compensate the nobles for their losses." Rollin said this, paused for a moment, and continued: "The peasants can get freedom and land, but they must pay the money for the freedom and land they have obtained!"

The hall of the Privy Council was boiling again. This time, even the bayonets of the guards outside the door could not suppress the anger of the nobles. This was a bolt from the blue for most nobles. In the history of the Kingdom of Burma, nobles and kings have always maintained such a relationship: nobles recognize the king's supreme rule, but the king cannot interfere with the nobles' power over the land and people in their territory. In other words, the nobles are also a king in their territory. Perhaps some powerful kings in history have interfered in the territorial affairs of a certain noble, but they have never been able to uproot the aristocratic territorial system like this.

"No, absolutely not!" A noble MP shouted: "God created the king with his head, created the noble with his chest, created the peasant with his knees, and created slaves with his feet. The knees cannot jump above the chest, the nobles should be born with land and peasants, and this is the foundation of the kingdom. If you admit that peasants can also own land, what is the difference between peasants and nobles? Why should the king override all things?"

"Yes, we will definitely not agree!"

"I would rather die than agree. The sacred land must not be exchanged for dirty money!"

The nobles shouted angrily, and many people began to crowd at the king and the eldest princess on the high ground. The palace servants hurriedly lined up into human walls to block the platform. The nobles who could not climb to the high platform even picked up whatever they could find and threw them at the eldest princess and the king on the high platform.

"Sister, I'm scared!" Luo Qin curled up in horror. The roars under the high platform and the ink bottles and wooden blocks that kept falling next to the throne reminded him of the night with fire.

"Luo Qin, you are the king, you can't retreat!" Luo Lin grabbed his brother's arm tightly to prevent him from escaping, and shouted loudly to the servant beside him: "Guard, let the guard come in!" Suddenly, Luo Lin shook for a moment and fell to the ground. She covered her face with her hands in pain, and blood flowed down from her white fingers.

"Your Majesty, you are injured!"

"Doctor, where are the doctors?"

"Sister, sister!"

The platform suddenly became chaotic, and the screams of the palace servants were mixed with the king's terrified cry.

"Shut up!" Rollin gritted his teeth and stood up again. Her right cheek was covered in blood, which looked very terrifying, but what was even more shocking was her eyes that ejaculated with anger: "It's just an ink bottle, not a musket. Blow the trumpet quickly, let the guards come in and disperse the nobles!"

"Yes, yes, your majesty!" The attendant turned around and whispered to blow the trumpet. Luo Lin turned around and walked to Luo Qin, squatted down, stared at the king's eyes, stretched out his blood-stained hand and stroked his brother's cheek, and said softly: "Luo Qin, the king has no right to panic. He must get used to blood and pain!"

Luo Qin didn't say anything. He nodded slowly with tears in his eyes.

With the shrill sound of bronze trumpets, the guards rushed into the hall and began to disperse the nobles with butts and wooden sticks. The dull sounds and angry curses of the wooden sticks hitting the people's heads immediately filled the entire hall of the Privy Council. The sculptures of Burmese kings on the four walls of the building were wooden, and their empty eyes were turned into the hall, staring at everything that was emitting.

At the Burmese Office, Zao Guoquan and Chen Zaixing were sitting opposite each other in the lobby. Judging from the expressions on their faces and the constant laughter, the topic they were doing was very relaxed and pleasant.

"Not good, no good!" A voice came in from the outside. Before the voice fell, he saw Liu Zhixing rushing in from the outside.

"There are my elite soldiers outside Mandalay City. Why is Brother Zhixing so panicked?" Zao Guoquan said with a smile.

"Sir, something really happened!" Liu Zhixing said in a slump: "The eldest princess and His Majesty the King were besieged by the nobles in the Privy Council, and the nobles were dispersed with guards!"

"What?" Zao Guoquan and Chen Zaixing stood up suddenly, and Chen Zaixing asked first, "There is nothing wrong with your two majesties, right?"

"Your Majesty the King is fine, but His Majesty the eldest princess was hit on the head, but after the doctor examined it, he said it was fine, but he just shed some blood." Speaking of this, Liu Zhixing sighed: "But the eldest princess looked timid, and she didn't expect that she was a cruel character. If she hadn't made a quick decision to let the guards in, I was afraid that things would be unimaginable."

Neither Zao Guoquan nor Chen Zaixing spoke. Zao Guoquan's face turned pale, but Chen Zaixing looked dissatisfied. After a while, Zao Guoquan asked in a low voice: "What's going on? Why do the good nobles gathered to siege the two Majesties?"

"Before the Xiaguan came, he asked several familiar members of the parliament. It seemed that the eldest princess wanted to issue a decree to let the peasants buy land and freedom through redemption, and the nobles immediately broke out!"

"So that's the case, no wonder. This is to touch the roots of the nobles!" Zao Guoquan nodded and sighed, "This eldest princess is not simple. She has such experience at a young age. If she wants to solve the chaos in Myanmar, there is really only this way. She is still young and acts very hard. How many people are involved in this kind of thing? How can it be achieved overnight? Only when you practice martial arts outside, do internal affairs, and water grinding skills, and finally success or failure is still between."

Liu Zhixing nodded: "The lieutenant is indeed a good planner. I guess the eldest princess has a master to mention it. But after all, he has recently ascended the throne and has no trustworthy old ministers around him have planned for him, so he has made such a fuss!" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sound, but Chen Zaixing stood up and brought down the teacup on the tea table beside him. Chen Zaixing didn't even say goodbye and quickly walked out.
Chapter completed!