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On the 20th of the fourth month, the new Empress rolled out new policies, abolishing Amethyst Cape Knights and the Iron Guard, consolidating the authority to investigate and arrest under the Ministry of Justice. The Ministry of Justice was completely restructured, policies regarding the army changed. Authority over weapons, soldiers, and horses was consolidated under one party, and forced labor was removed. Policies regarding taxation were redefined, and the national funds, as well as corruption, were all thoroughly investigated. A total of 28 new policies regarding criminal law, political involvement, conscription, agriculture, imperial exams, education, and economy were established. For officials that refused to comply or carry out the policies, execution was their punishment! Corrupted officials, execution was their punishment! Spoliation of evidence in a legal proceeding to protect the perpetrator, execution was their punishment! Deceiving the Empress or high ranking officials regarding the real situation on the ground, execution was their punishment! Liaising with others for corruption purposes, execution was their punishment! In total, 81 officers were executed. The eunuch was weak from reading the imperial decree.

There were many more heads that were dismembered without hesitation! Executions took place every day, meaning that heads rolled freely on the ground. Someone commented that there would be a lack of officials with all the killing and so the Empress swiftly changed the system to imperial exams, where even those poor and without background had the chance of becoming an official as long as they had the talent.

Apparently, the Empress had told one of the officials while smiling amicably, ”Ah? Killing too many? Don't worry about it. There isn't going to be a lack of supply of people who want to be officials. Kill one, and I'll fill one. I'll make sure that every turnip has its hole. Oh, the turnip in your hole has certainly been there for a long time. Should I change a turnip?”

From then on, officials kept their mouths shut, afraid that one day, their 'turnips' would be replaced.

The disarrayed political scene was, naturally, not something that could be resolved in a short period of time. But regardless, the iron fist that the Empress had waved in their faces had instilled fear in them, shattering any budding deviant behavior in them. Various government departments and organizations began functioning normally as new policies were slowly introduced without a hitch.

After she settled the government affairs, Meng Fuyao turned her attention to her siblings that were currently under house arrest. On the very first day, she requested her siblings to write political commentaries.

A myriad of political commentaries was handed up, of which one was titled: 'I am so silly'.

”I am so silly, I really am. I only knew that father had 14 children, yet I did not know that there was one still roaming outside. That night, I even discussed with the Visor whether I should finish her off. I almost did, but ninth sister found out and stopped me from it. I refused. I want to be the emperor. Ninth sister tried to convince me against it, but when I came back, I saw that it was a floor of corpses. I knew that I lost my chance. I even asked around. Indeed, the chance was lost. I panicked and escaped out of my residence with my knights. I ran and ran till midnight. I reached the valley, and there were many people waiting for me there with weapons glistening in the night. I said, very well, it finally ended. I grabbed my blade and started stabbing. But at the end of the day, I am not destined to inherit the throne and even ended up her. There isn't even medicine given for my hemorrhoid… I am so silly… I really am.”

Meng Fuyao almost spat out reading this. Solemnly, she commented on the Twelfth Prince's answer sheet: ”Copying is a shameful act. Zero.”

Then, she perused through the rest of the commentaries and kept them aside.

On the second day, she ordered the servants to not serve any food to her siblings, starving them for three entire days. Then, she got someone to deliver 10 buns over. In total, there were 20 royals in there, meaning that two people would have to share one bun. Of course, whether two people would share one bun was an unknown. She ordered Ji Yu to record down the reactions of the people after the buns were delivered to them.

The next day, Ji Yu submitted the records. She glanced through and compared the records to the political commentaries that had been handed. In the end, she took out three from the pile to put aside.

The next day, she ordered Ji Yu to quietly call some people to chat. They were called out and returned mysteriously. Ji Yu recorded down their reactions and handed it to Meng Fuyao. This time, she only took out one record.

After everything was settled, she wanted to relax and decided to go out for a stroll without any bodyguards; only Lord Yuan Bao.

The relationship between Zhangsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao was rather civil recently—neither cold nor close. The extent of conversation they had basically revolved around, 'Morning, have you eaten? Ah, yes, I have eaten. Oh, what did you eat? I forgot.' But then again, given that Meng Fuyao had just ascended the throne, there was plenty to do, with not much time left for the development of the relationship. Currently, the only development between the two was: Lord Yuan Bao had been granted permission to accompany Meng Fuyao.

Zong Yue had already returned to his country, with ease. Regardless, Meng Fuyao's forgiveness was his greatest fortune, and those painful memories could only be left to time to slowly heal the wounds.

Meng Fuyao wore a mask as she shopped around with Lord Yuan Bao. Seeing candied fruit, Lord Yuan Bao refused to move and gestured to Meng Fuyao to buy it. She took out some money, ready to pay for it, but suddenly, a peculiar voice commented, ”Ah ho ho, an idiot! Ah ho ho, an idiot! A rat eating candied fruit!”

Meng Fuyao, shocked by the unsolicited comments, turned back to see an ostentatious parrot hopping around on the candid fruit rack. As it hopped around, it impudently mocked Lord Yuan Bao. ”Ah ho ho, a white rat! Ah ho ho, an idiot! A white rat eating a candied fruit!

Lord Yuan Bao's fur immediately stood up, and as he scolded angrily, ”Zhi Zhi!”

That parrot had a weird yellow feather sticking out on the top of its head, as though a yellow steam was coming out from his head. With one eye closed, it gave Lord Yuan Bao a side glance. ”Ah ho ho, you understand human language?”

Lord Yuan Bao puffed out his chest with pride. But then, the parrot continued with contempt, ”Ah ho ho, so what if you can understand human language? Ah ho ho, it's only rare if you can speak it. If you have the ability, say a few sentences for me? Say it, say it—” It suddenly lifted its wings and head up, imitating Lord Yuan Bao's proud posture. It stayed in position and mimicked Lord Yuan Bao's cries. ”Zhi Zhi, Zhi Zhi!”

Lord Yuan Bao, who had never faced such despise, exploded with rage. He pounced forward with his ”360-degree rotation flying kick,” of which the parrot avoided with ease. The parrot continued ridiculing him. ”Ah ho ho, rat, so what if you are white? So what if you understand human language? I have different colors, and not only can I understand, but I can also speak. I am a million times better than you! Ah ho ho!”