At the Jiang Manor.
Princess Huiyun had no way to deal with her little one who was sticking out her bottom.
She accompanied her for a nap.
As a result, they slept for too long.
Indeed, after not sleeping well at night, they made up for it during the day.
They slept until noon.
There was a slight feeling of embarrassment.
But then she thought, as a princess, this was normal in Princess Huiyun's Mansion.
Her daughter-in-law probably wouldn't mind.
Definitely wouldn't mind.
Little Qin had such a good temperament.
While she was still pondering this and preparing to get up to wash and eat, planning to find the little one to continue the story.
Princess Huiyun was preparing to use various means of persuasion and pressure to make Mianmian tell her the rest of the story.
However, the servants said that the madam had taken the young miss out.
Princess Huiyun: ...
She had lunch with Cong Brother.
Princess Huiyun looked at Cong Brother's composed, expressionless face and suddenly showed an affectionate expression.
After the meal.
Princess Huiyun grabbed Cong Brother and said kindly, "Let auntie tell you a story."
Cong Brother looked at Princess Huiyun in surprise.
He obediently nodded and sat down.
...
At the government office, Jiang Er came to work.
Yesterday's earthquake wasn't severe, it just collapsed some poorly built houses that were already full of holes, but according to statistics, seven people died yesterday.
One died in a brothel from sudden illness.
Two died from cold-related illnesses.
Three died from fighting, two on the spot, and the third died later.
One died from complications during childbirth.
The causes of death weren't directly related to the earthquake.
But unfortunately, one government residence collapsed.
Jiang Er said that in a nation of propriety, the Ministry of Rites should have given advance notice of such events, and if not advance notice, at least should have shown concern afterward... they should have promoted the Emperor's charitable activities like providing porridge...
So Jiang Er just kept scolding people in the office.
Wave after wave.
Strangely, after being scolded, these people all left with smiles on their faces, while warning each other not to tell others.
While the various power players were still fighting over Minister Lu's political legacy and position.
Jiang Er had used the earthquake to create an opening in the capital's official circles.
His principles were:
Make yourself into a blade, because you never know who might need to borrow your blade to kill.
Maintain malice in your heart, because you never know who might envy and harm you, so be evil first as a precaution.
Maintain faith in your heart, because you know without faith you'll be ostracized by others.
This day, the capital's government offices were bustling with activity.
The pre-New Year laziness was completely swept away.
Jiang Er always handled matters strictly according to official regulations and rules, with clear rewards and punishments.
Everyone had something to work toward, so they became more active.
During these days, the KPI of the capital's entertainment establishments dropped dramatically.
Visitors decreased by more than half.
Because official regulations stipulated that visiting such establishments during work hours was prohibited.
Officials only had one rest day per month, theoretically only one day off work.
Except for that rest day, visiting such places on any other day would violate official rules.
The newly appointed city management staff, well-versed in official rules, closely monitored these officials. If anyone entered these establishments, they could be reported and arrested. If caught in the act, such as being found without clothes, they could be convicted immediately.
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In short, the officials' lives became difficult.
They never imagined that beyond the earthquake management matters, there would be more consequences to memorizing official regulations and rules.
Officials at home cursed loudly.
Officials were scholars, and scholars inevitably had their romantic pursuits, but being caught like this was too embarrassing.
However, their wives and madams secretly thought Jiang Er wasn't bad at all.
The angriest was the Seventh Prince.
He was the behind-the-scenes owner of seven or eight entertainment establishments in the capital, using them to collect various information, which was one of his trump cards.
But now this had been inexplicably cut off.
And the Madam of the capital's largest brothel was also bewildered. At the beginning of the year, a fortune teller had said their business would be halved by a beautiful person. Throughout the year, the Madam had been vigilant, spending large sums to buy any reported beauties to become courtesans in her establishment, but never imagined that at year's end, their business would indeed be halved by a beautiful person.
That beautiful person wasn't even a woman...