Jiang Chen was dumbfounded. Opposite him, Prime Minister Zhao Ping was also furious.
He felt betrayed.
I allowed you to be the monarch, but you didn't thank me and fawned over me, obediently being my puppet.
You actually want to seize my power and ask about the strategy of governing the country. Is that something that a monarch like you should ask?
Giving you 30% of the paint is like opening a dye house? Had your wings hardened?
Isn't it good to live well? Why did he have to die for nothing!
Those who didn't know would still think that you were a monarch, but in the eyes of those who knew, what were you?
Not just Zhao Ping.
In the entire hall, four or five people stood out in an instant, and all of them were ministers with real power second only to the Prime Minister.
These people repeatedly advised,
"Your Majesty, the state affairs are very busy and there are many things to do.
You are the monarch, you should hand things over to your subjects to do. As long as you govern, then eat, drink, and play to keep the ministers and the people happy, it is the best blessing for my Qin country.”
"That's right, Your Majesty. My Qin country is rich and the people are strong. The Prime Minister is in charge of the government affairs, and the army is under the command of the Great General.
As long as he relied on these two pillars of the country, all problems could be solved.”
"Your Majesty, you have just ascended the throne, so the most important thing now should be to give birth to a son for our Qin country.
I selected ten beautiful women overnight. Each of them can be said to be of heavenly beauty and will definitely satisfy His Majesty.
There were three ways to be unfilial, and the greatest was to have no descendants. With an heir, the previous monarch could rest in peace in the underworld.”
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I have a great news to report. An immortal beast suddenly appeared in the royal hunting ground outside the city yesterday.
This was an auspicious sign. His Majesty should worship heaven and earth and call on the entire country to celebrate.”
……
Everyone was talking at once, scrambling to be the first to speak.
Some offered beautiful women, some reported auspicious signs, some asked Jiang Chen to rule, and some suggested that he eat, drink, and have fun.
The huge Chaoyang Hall had turned into a market.
These people all spoke in a serious manner, as if they were extremely loyal officials for the country and the people.
If he didn't do as they said, the country would perish, and even his ancestors wouldn't be able to rest in peace.
However, no one answered his question.
No one discussed how to govern the country.
In the end, it meant the same thing. He would just wait for death in the palace and hand over all the power to them so that they could be parasites without any scruples and eat the country to get rich.
Jiang Chen looked coldly at the officials, the disappointment in his heart reaching its peak.
Just now, he was still hesitant and asked them about the strategy to rejuvenate the country because he wanted to see what these people were thinking. Perhaps they had some useful talents.
If there was a way to turn things around, he didn't want to start a massacre.
After all, these officials were also one of his assets in a sense.
If he killed all of them, he really wouldn't be able to find so many suitable candidates to replace them. He couldn't do everything himself.
However, at this moment, not only did his original thoughts not waver, they became more and more firm.
He wanted to sweep his acupoints like lightning and use Tyrant's methods to clean up everything and build a new framework.
In his previous life, although most of the Overlord players were muddleheaded, there were a few who had developed their own specialties.
Some had turned their country into a cultural holy land, and countless scholars and literati had rushed to join them. There were also those who had become rich after doing business.
They had devised strategies and eventually became a generation of Saint Monarchs, not inferior to the powerful countries in history.
However, Jiang Chen's favorite was the Tyrant Style.
The so-called Tyrant Style was to unify everything in one's hands with an iron fist, and to sweep through everything with invincible strength, whether it was within the country or against the enemy.
However, this kind of gameplay required a high level of skill. If one was not careful, they would fail.
Jiang Chen slowly stood up and stood in front of the Dragon Throne. His gaze was cold as he stared at the people in front of him. His face instantly turned ashen.
He originally wanted to rebuke the ministers. These people were simply treating him as a fool.
However, he did not expect that the moment he stood up.
Opposite him, Prime Minister Zhao Ping, who was originally smiling, immediately turned cold.
She straightened her slightly bent waist and stood straight in front of him, looking at him expressionlessly.
His face was filled with the words 'fearless, what can you do to me?'
Jiang Chen's heart was burning with anger, even though he had not activated the domineering aura of the one emperor in history.
However, as a monarch, he was clearly angry, but the minister did not show the slightest fear. Instead, he showed an indifferent expression and turned the tables.
This was simply a thousand years old story, the biggest joke in the world.
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