Tapping on Hai Rui's two books, Zhu Yijun sighed. Perhaps some things could be put on the agenda.
Turning his head to look at Zhang Jing, Zhu Yijun ordered, "Let the Marquis of Xining come in!"
Not long after, the Marquis of Xining, Song Yi, walked in from outside. Seeing Zhu Yijun, Song Yi did not hesitate at all and knelt on the ground, "Subject Song Yi greets Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty!"
"You may dispense with the formalities," Zhu Yijun nodded and asked, "Why have you come to see me today?"
Song Yi knelt down again and kowtowed as he said, "Subject is here to ask for forgiveness. Subject's father-in-law, the Qian family of Hejian Prefecture, disregarded the laws of the court and sold illicit salt. Not only did subject not stop them, subject even gave them protection. Subject is guilty, Your Majesty, please punish subject!"
Looking at Song Yi kneeling on the ground, Zhu Yijun raised his eyebrows. This group of old foxes really made it hard to find a way to attack.
This fellow really admitted to everything. Not only did he not deny that he did not know, but he also directly admitted to giving them protection.
Since Song Yi said this, Zhu Yijun could not say anything. After all, he could not dismiss his father-in-law just because he sold illicit salt!
However, Zhu Yijun still felt that he could not swallow this. Wasn't it better to be tough?
Zhu Yijun really wanted to shout at him, "Get up, be tough, don't be a coward!"
Unfortunately, he could not!
"What are you saying? I still have to thank you. Thank you for leaving me a mouthful of soup and not taking the whole pot away."
Zhu Yijun looked at the Marquis of Xining and sneered, "Look at this, do you know what this is?"
"This is a memorial from Dongchang and the Imperial Bodyguard. Your Marquis of Xining is really generous!"
"Sixty percent of the salt in Hejian Prefecture is illicit salt. After earning so much money, aren't you afraid of being crushed to death by this money?
Song Yi, who are you?
You are my relative, my Honours, and this is how you treat me? "
"Do you think that if you move Daming's money to your own home, it will be your money?"
"I'm telling you, it's not. As long as the world is Daming, then everything in the world belongs to me. Only what I give you is yours. If I don't give you something, you'll have to take it back for me."
Song Yi was taken aback. This wasn't right!
Why was the emperor so angry?
By right, he had already come and accepted his punishment. Why was the Emperor still like this? Song Yi couldn't help but hesitate in his heart. Don't fall into my trap!
But at this point, there was no way out. Song Yi hurriedly said, "This subject knows his wrongs. This subject is willing to offer up all of his family's assets."
"Give up all the family property?"
Zhu Yijun snorted coldly and said, "That's a nice way of putting it. Your family's property was earned by your ancestors. You're taking out your ancestors' stuff. Even if you don't find it shameful, I still want face!"
"That's what your Song Clan and Marquis Xining Residence deserve. I don't want it."
"I only want the portion that you shouldn't have taken. I won't ask how much it is. Do as you see fit."
"Bring back the silver from selling illicit salt for me. As for how to deal with you, I'll decide after the Qian Clan's case is over." Zhu Yijun looked at Song Yi and said, "As for your father-in-law, the Qian Clan, do as you see fit."
"But I'll give you a piece of advice. Marquis Xining's family property was exchanged with the lives of your ancestors. They contributed to Daming."
"I can spare you for their sake, but you can't do it twice. Face is earned by oneself. After all, the face of my ancestors will be used up one day." After saying this, Zhu Yijun waved his hand and said, "Alright, go back and reflect on your mistakes!"
"This subject understands and thanks!" Marquis Xining Song Yi hurriedly kowtowed to Zhu Yijun, stood up and walked out.
Marquis Xining going home with the Emperor's spittle to reflect on his mistakes was not a secret. The news quickly spread throughout the capital.
This made the Honours heave a sigh of relief. The Emperor still cared about old friendships!
But everyone also knew that this matter was definitely not over. Many Honours had already started to run to Marquis Xining Residence.
Their goal was also very simple. They wanted to put pressure on Marquis Xining Residence and quickly suppress the Qian Clan's matter. This matter could not be blown up. If it continued, no one would be able to clean up the mess.
After all, most of the Honours had a foot in the salt business.
However, most of them only dealt with the salt permits, unlike Marquis Xining Residence.
In the study of Marquis Xining Residence.
Song Yi sat on a chair, seemingly in a good mood. There was a cup of tea in front of him. He picked it up and took a sip, then leaned back comfortably in the chair.
In front of Song Yi, a young girl was grinding for him. Seeing him like this, she immediately smiled and said, "Father, if Mother saw you like this, she definitely wouldn't feel so guilty. Mother has been very worried these past few days."
Song Yi sighed and said with a smile, "Don't tell your mother, or else things will be difficult to handle."
"Your father said long ago that if the Qian Clan continued like this, something would happen sooner or later. Look at it now?" Song Yi coldly snorted and said, "Having too much money, other than bringing trouble to the family, what else can it do?
Look at Yan Song, look at Xu Jie, which one of them ended up well? "
"Now it's all good. Your father has finally cleaned up, but the money still hurts me!"
Song Qianer snorted and laughed, "Father, so you also care so much about money!"
"Nonsense, I still have to prepare your dowry and marry your prodigal brother," Song Yi said unhappily.
Song Yi said in a bad mood, "If you let that brat from the Zhang family ask for less dowry, Father can save a lot of money."
"Father!" Song Qianer pouted and called out shyly.
Song Yi waved his hand and said, "Alright, I know what you're thinking. Let that brat from the Zhang family propose!
This time, I owe your father a big favor, and I can only use my daughter to repay the favor. What kind of world is this? "
"Father, how can you say things like that? You still need your daughter to repay the favor." Song Qianer pouted and looked at Song Yi with dissatisfaction.
"Alright, I know you're thinking about it, but I'm not happy. Why should our beautiful daughter marry that brat from the Zhang family?" Song Yi spread his hands and said, "Alright, alright, I won't talk about it anymore. I'll write a letter."
Seeing his daughter glaring at him, Song Yi picked up a brush and started writing, "Let Uncle Fu send this letter. Whether the Qian Clan listens to it or not, tell Uncle Fu not to care."
"This time, we've done our best. The emperor has also asked for mercy. If the Qian Clan still wants to go all the way, then your father can't do anything about it."
As soon as Song Yi's voice fell, the door to the study was pushed open. A graceful woman walked in from outside and looked at Song Yi with a sweet smile. She said softly, "Master, what are you talking about?"
"What Qian Clan, Song Clan, aren't we all one family? When a family is in trouble, how can we not help?"