As he reached out to knock on Hai Rui's two booklets, Zhu Yijun sighed lightly, maybe some things could be put on the agenda.

Turning his head and looking at Zhang Jing, Zhu Yijun ordered: "Let the Marquis of Xining come in!"

Not long after, Song Yi, the Marquis of Xining, walked in from outside. After seeing Zhu Yijun, Song Yi did not hesitate at all. He knelt on the ground with a thud: "My minister Song Yi deducted the emperor, long live my emperor!"

"You are not polite!" Zhu Yijun nodded and asked, "You are here to see me today, what's the matter?"

Song Yi knelt down again with a pounce, and kowtowed and said, "I am here to apologize. My father-in-law, the Qian family of Hejian Mansion, has ungrateed the laws of the court and sold private salt. Not only did I not stop him, I also gave him protection. I am guilty, please punish the emperor!"

Looking at Song Yi kneeling on the ground, Zhu Yijun raised his eyebrows. These old foxes really made people have nowhere to talk.

This guy really admitted everything. Not only did he not shy away from his own knowledge, but he also directly admitted to giving him blessing. He said this, but he couldn't say it yet. He couldn't dismiss him from his father-in-law just because he sold it as a private salt!

But Zhu Yijun always feels that he can't swallow this. Do you think you are not good to hold hard steel?

Zhu Yijun really wanted to shout to him: "Get up, be honest, don't be timid!"

What a pity it won’t work!

"What are you saying? I still want to thank you. Thank you for leaving me a bit of soup and not taking the whole pot away." Zhu Yijun looked at the Marquis of Xining and said with a sneer: "Look at this, do you know what this is?"

"This is a memorial from the Dongchang and the Jinyiwei. Your Xining Marquis Mansion is such a big deal!"

"60% of the salt in the entire Hejian Mansion has become private salt. After making so much money, you are not afraid of being crushed to death by these silver. Song Yi, who are you? You are my relatives and a nobleman of the Ming Dynasty. That's how you treat me?"

"Do you think that moving the Ming Dynasty money to your own house is your money?"

"I tell you, no, as long as the world belongs to the Ming Dynasty, then everything in the world belongs to me. What I give you is yours. If I don't give you, you have to take it back to me."

Song Yi was stunned, this was wrong!

Why is the emperor so angry? It is said that he has come and he accepts the beating and punishment. Why is the emperor still like this? Song Yi couldn't help but hesitate in his heart, don't be cheated by himself!

But at this time, there was no way out. Song Yi hurriedly said, "I know my crime, and I am willing to give up all my property."

"Divide all your property?" Zhu Yijun snorted coldly and said, "It sounds nice. Your property is earned by your ancestors. If you take out your ancestors' things, you will not be embarrassed, and I am still ashamed!"

"That's what your Song family deserves, and you, the Marquis of Xining, don't."

"I just need the one you shouldn't have taken, and I won't ask how much you need. You can do it yourself."

"You can get the money you sold private salt for the past few years. As for how to deal with you, I will decide after the Qian family's case is settled." Zhu Yijun looked at Song Yi and said, "As for your father-in-law Qian family, you can do it yourself."

"But I would like to advise you that the family business of the Marquis of Xining was exchanged for your ancestors' lives, and they have made contributions to the Ming Dynasty."

"I can spare you for their sake, but everything is absolutely indispensable. Face is earned by yourself. After all, the face of the ancestors will always be used up." After saying this, Zhu Yijun waved his hand: "Okay, go back and think about your mistakes behind closed doors!"

"I will thank you for your kindness!" Xining Hou Songyi hurriedly kowtowed to Zhu Yijun, stood up and walked out.

The Queen of Xining went home to think about her mistakes with the emperor's head. This was no secret. Soon the news spread throughout the capital. This made the nobles breathe a sigh of relief. The Emperor was still nostalgic!

But everyone knows that this matter must be over, and many nobles have already started running towards the Xining Hou Mansion.

The purpose is also very simple, that is, to put pressure on the Xining Hou Mansion and quickly suppress the affairs of the Qian family. This matter cannot be made. If it continues, no one can stop it. After all, most of the nobles have intervened in the salt.

But most of them just rush to get salt, not as big as the one in Xining Hou Mansion.

The study room of the Marquis Mansion of Xining.

Song Yi sat on the chair and looked in a good mood. He put a cup of tea in front of him, picked it up and took a sip, then he leaned comfortably on the chair.

A girl was grinding him across from Song Yi. Seeing his appearance, she immediately chuckled and said, "Dad, if you were seen by your mother, you would definitely not feel so guilty. I have been worried these days."

Song Yi sighed and said with a smile: "Don't tell your mother, otherwise things will be difficult to handle."

"Your father has said long ago that if the Qian family continues to do this, something will happen sooner or later. Will it be fine now?" Song Yi snorted coldly and said, "With too much money, what's the use of bringing trouble to the family? Look at Yan Song, look at Xu Jie, who will end up well?"

"This time, I've been shaking your father, but the money still hurts my father!"

Song Qian'er laughed with a sniff: "Dad, it turns out that you value money so much!"

"Nonsense, my dad has to prepare a dowry for you, and I have to marry your prodigal brother." Song Yi said angrily: "If you want the boy from the Zhang family to ask for less dowry, my dad can save a lot of money."

"Dad!" Song Qian'er shouted shyly.

Song Yi waved his hand and said, "Okay, I know what you think, let the boy from the Zhang family come to propose marriage! This time your father's favor is considered a big deal, so he can only repay favors with his daughter. What is this world!"

"Dad, how could you say that? You even use your daughter to repay favors." Song Qian'er pouted and looked at Song Yi with dissatisfaction.

"Okay, dad knows that you are beautiful, but dad is unhappy. Why should we marry the black boy of the Zhang family?" Song Yi spread his hands and said, "Okay, dad won't say it anymore, dad writes a letter."

Seeing that his daughter glared at him, Song Yi picked up the brush and started writing a letter: "You ask Uncle Fu to send this letter. If the Qian family doesn't listen to it, please tell Uncle Fu not to care about it."

"We have done our best this time, and the emperor has also begged for love. If the Qian family still has to run to the dark side, then your father will have no choice."

As soon as Song Yi finished speaking, the people in the study were pushed away. A graceful woman walked in from outside, looked at Song Yi with a smile and said softly: "Master, what are you talking about?"

"What Qian family, Song family, are all from the family? If the family is in trouble, how can they ignore it?"
Chapter completed!