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Chapter 81

Zhao Shu never expected that Zhao Huan would be so arrogant that he would not even look down upon his own mother, Concubine Wang.

What happened today, if you don't bow your head, you will definitely not be able to escape this severe beating.

Being beaten is a small thing, being embarrassed is a big thing.

The prestige of a prince represents his future status. If the prestige is lost, it will cause endless troubles for the future heir apparent.

Zhao Shu gritted his teeth and knelt down in front of Zhao Huan with a bang.

"good!"

"Today, my king will kneel to you, and my brother will kneel to his brother. It is only natural and right, so there is no harm in it!"

"I also gave you the 50,000 taels of silver. However, I have always been short-handed and cannot afford so much money."

"I'll collect it tomorrow and I'll serve it to you!"

Zhao Shu was a fierce man, how could Zhao Huan not know about his little thoughts?

It was just to complain to Concubine Wang.

And this is exactly what Zhao Huan wants to see.

"Tomorrow at noon, if you don't pay off the debt, I will come and whip you. No matter how high your status is, you are just a stinky younger brother."

"Since I am the head of the Jiaofang Department, I naturally have to pay close attention to the accounts and contribute to the finance of the Song Dynasty."

"Whoever dares to get in the way, even if the cause of justice is to destroy the family, I will still clear the obstacles."

Zhao Huan casually threw the whip aside, put his hands behind his back, and walked away, completely ignoring Zhao Shu.

Halfway through, I suddenly remembered something and turned around to look at the singers who had already turned pale with fear.

"Go all back!"

"From now on, you will all belong to me. If you are invited by the powerful and famous people in the capital, you will not be allowed to leave the Jiaofang Division without my nod."

"Whoever owes me money, spit it out with interest!"

How dare the singer hesitate? She quickly picked up her musical instrument, followed Zhao Huan, and walked away without looking back.

Zhao Shu's roar continued to echo in Prince Su's Mansion.

At this moment, Zhao Shu really understood what it means to attack the heart with rapid fire.

"Zhao Huan, please remember this!"

"When I meet my mother and concubine tomorrow, I want to see if you can still be so arrogant!"

Zhao Shu wished he could cut Zhao Huan's corpse into thousands of pieces, but unfortunately... this dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and his reputation is extremely bad.

Even if we really unite with the courtiers to impeach and run against him, it is meaningless.

And killing Zhao Huan directly was too risky, and Zhao Shu could not afford it.

After thinking about it, the only way to relieve the hatred in my heart is to let Wang Guifei beat Zhao Huan.

Quan Fu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He had long known that Zhao Huan was moody and no one could figure out his context.

I met this deity today, and the rumors among the people are not groundless...

"Your Majesty, please calm down. This slave thinks that Prince Ding is looking for trouble everywhere, and he has ulterior motives."

"I'm afraid he is eager to enter the palace."

"We can't let him succeed easily. The fifty thousand taels of silver can be collected with a little effort. There's no need to alarm Concubine Wang, right?"

Zhao Shu, who was furious, grabbed Quan Fu's shoulders and pulled him over.

"We? Who do you think you are? How dare you call yourself us with me!"

"Zhao Huan is so rampant. If he doesn't attack him head-on, what prestige will I have?"

"After being so humiliated and still able to swallow this bad breath, I think you are either a coward or a bad person."

Quan Fu turned pale with fright and shook his head repeatedly.

"It's unjust. My loyalty to the prince is something that can be learned from heaven and earth."

Zhao Shu loosened his grip and pushed Quan Fu forward, his eyes filled with contempt.

"You bitch, it's a good thing that you are still the butler of the prince's palace. You are always in charge of other people's ambitions and destroy my majesty."

"Next time, I'll skin you!"

Quan Fu collapsed on his knees, how could he dare to say a word?

I feel so aggrieved that I want to die. I obviously think about Prince Su's house at all times, so why am I still a human being?

Compared with King Ding's moodiness, King Su was truly violent.

Although Quan Fu was sure that Zhao Huan's erratic behavior today must have hidden evil intentions, King Su couldn't listen to anything at the moment, so he stopped talking.

At the same time, Zhao Huan led a group of singers directly back to Jiaofang Division.

The first thing I do when I walk in is to check today’s incoming and outgoing payments.

Se Chang kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

After all, I just heard that Zhao Huan went to Prince Su's Mansion in an aggressive manner and took care of the five princes.

Even the fifth prince stumbled in front of Zhao Huan, how could the rest dare to stab him?

"Excluding the singers who are stationed in various places and the singers recorded in the Jiaofang Secretary's directory, there are still one hundred and twenty people."

"When I first came to Jiaofangsi, there were ninety singers in the Jiaofangsi. Today, the income is zero."

"At this time, not counting the singers I brought back, there are sixty-three people left, and the income is still zero."

Zhao Huan put down his account book, grabbed Se Chang's collar, and cursed: "Did you take my king's singer and go out to do private work?"

"The king's wool, I think you are tired of living."

Se Chang almost cried on the spot.

"Your Majesty is aware that although my subordinates are not low in official rank, their status is very low. I will not dare to disobey the words of the powerful and famous people in the capital."

"They come to ask for help, what can I do?"

Zhao Huan didn't hesitate and gave Cong Changfu a wink.

Changfu just pulled up his long colored collar, dragged it to the wall, and served him with a whip.

Colorful screams kept echoing in the Jiaofang Division.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. My subordinates are caught in the middle and it is difficult to measure them."

"My subordinates don't dare to do it anymore..."

"The Song Dynasty has long had rules that prohibit the use of torture to scholar-bureaucrats..."

Zhao Huan just sat on the steps of the front hall, continued to look at the account book, and replied absently.

"The Song Dynasty was lenient to the scholar-bureaucrats, but that does not mean that I am lenient as well."

"As the color chief and the second-in-command of the Jiaofang Division, this stupid debt will all be blamed on you."

"From now on, you will pay the money first and then send someone. I will check the accounts every day. If there is any shortfall, you will know the consequences."

It wasn't until Se Chang was almost exhausted from the beating that Zhao Huan waved his hand, indicating that Chang Fu was ready.

Ignoring Se Chang who was dragged away, Zhao Huan glanced at the trembling subordinates beside him with their heads lowered.

"Remember everything clearly. I am the envoy of the Jiaofang Department. My words are God's will."

"Anyone who dares to defy the public and enrich his own pocket will be killed."

"The singer is sent abroad, she only needs to add to the fun, and the business of serving as a bed attendant is temporarily suspended."

"Whether it's a boss or a singer, whoever dares to engage in flesh-and-blood business behind my back will be severely punished."

All the leaders had already seen Zhao Huan's methods, and they didn't dare to express their anger.

Zhao Huan casually threw the account book in the face of a boss and said coldly: "Go out and collect the accounts for me!"

"Make up all the shortfall and settle it within three days."

"If anyone refuses to repay his debt, I will personally come to collect the debt and he will be missing arms and legs. Don't blame me for being harsh."

The boss didn't dare to hesitate, picked up the account book, and left in a hurry.

Zhao Huan glanced at the disgraced singer: "Self-reflection, self-respect, self-love."

"If anyone despises himself, what about women? I will take care of him!"


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