Poverty Alleviation in Qin: A Sky-High Review of "I Am the Female Prime Minister of All Time&qu

Xianyang Palace.

"My dear minister, you are truly a prophet." Ying Zheng looked at Song Ye with a thoughtful expression.

Song looked at the sky and the ground, but not at the First Emperor: "..."

Meng Yi: "..."

After the First Emperor's burial, Crown Prince Fusu officially ascended the throne as Qin Er Shi (the Second Emperor of Qin).

[Zhao Gao was skinned alive, had his tendons removed, and was then executed by being cut in half at the waist in the marketplace.]

Li Si, however, was kept behind by Chancellor Song.

Finally, there was Huhai. Fusu issued an edict stripping Huhai of his title of prince, demoting him to a commoner, and ordering him to guard the imperial mausoleum at Lishan, where his descendants would serve as atonement for his sins.

However, this was something the Song Dynasty would absolutely not allow.

The sky shifts and the scene unfolds slowly.

Song Ye stood with his eyes lowered, presenting a long sword with both hands. His expression was calm, but his words were extremely ruthless: "Your Majesty, if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back in the spring breeze."

Emperor Taizong Fusu, dressed in a black dragon robe, remained silent for a long time, unable to make up his mind to deal with his brothers. Until he looked up and met Song Ye's calm and stern gaze, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he finally took the cold longsword.

Just as the longsword entered his hand, Song said in a calm voice, "I suppose the spirit of the late emperor in heaven would not want to see such filthy and ominous things guarding the imperial tomb for a long time."

Hu Hai: "..."

"Therefore, Your Majesty, please take action."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky froze at that moment.

The sweet voice rang out again:

The eighteenth prince, Hu Hai, committed treason and disrupted the court, a crime deserving of no forgiveness. Emperor Taizong of Qin executed him in public with a single sword stroke to uphold the law.

"hiss--"

Someone gasped in surprise.

People from all over the country were in an uproar, their faces filled with astonishment.

In the common people's perception, royal blood is ultimately different from others. Even if a prince commits a heinous crime, he will only be demoted to a commoner, exiled, or forced to guard the imperial tombs to atone for his sins. He will never meet a death.

"Dead? Dead? The Eighteenth Young Master is really gone?"

"That's His Majesty's own son!"

"I thought that at most Prince Fusu would demote him to a commoner and send him to guard the imperial tomb for the rest of his life... Who would have thought that he would actually kill him?"

What terrified the people even more than Hu Hai's execution was the mastermind behind it all—Song Ye.

She really dared to force the emperor to cut off his own limbs.

Aren't you afraid that the emperor will be wary or dissatisfied?

...

Wuzhong.

Inside a small courtyard.

Xiang Liang barely came to his senses, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the rough wooden pillars under the corridor.

Song Ye is too cautious; he leaves no room for maneuver whatsoever.

A skilled strategist observes the overall situation first; a wise planner does not concern himself with immediate gains.

This kind of person is terrifying.

You take things one step at a time, while she takes three steps ahead for every one she takes.

Thinking of this, Xiang Liang turned to look at the still bewildered young boy, Xiang Yu, beside him.

The boy was already taller than other children his age, and his eyes were bright and intimidating, full of arrogance and sharpness.

Xiang Liang raised his hand and placed it on Xiang Yu's shoulder, solemnly instructing him: "Ji'er, if you ever encounter someone like Song Ye in the future, never rely on your bloodlust to fight him head-on."

"This person always plans ahead. If you act impulsively, you will only fall into her trap, and your end will be terrible."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yu frowned slightly, gripped the wooden sword at his waist, and said with defiance in his eyes, "Uncle, I rely on my strength; why should I fear the schemes of others?"

"Brute force is insignificant compared to meticulous planning."

Xiang Liang shook his head. "Remember, if you encounter someone as meticulous and thorough as Song Ye in the future, avoid them if you can, and don't be reckless and confront them."

"Fine," Xiang Yu said, pursing his lips.

Xiang Liang was unaware that both of his uncles had fallen into Song Ye's hands.

"..."

Let's look at Li Si again. Why did Song Ye want to keep him here?

As soon as the words were spoken, the screen showed a dimly lit dungeon.

Because of Li Si alone, his entire clan was imprisoned.

At this moment, Li Si sat slumped on the cold dungeon floor, his eyes lifeless. His wife, children, son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren were all huddled together beside him, crying incessantly, filled with despair.

Li Si couldn't understand why he had devoted half his life to helping the First Emperor establish the empire and set up systems.

How could they end up with such a tragic fate, with their families destroyed and their lives ruined?

In the silence, a series of footsteps slowly approached from outside the prison door.

Li Si slowly turned his numb eyes and looked up, just in time to meet Song Ye's calm and unwavering gaze.

"Li Si".

The crying stopped abruptly.

"Human effort can overcome any obstacle; human determination can conquer nature."

Song stood before the prison gate, his expression calm: "I have pleaded with His Majesty for your life. You will have to atone for your sins and make amends for your mistakes."

Upon hearing this, Li Si's previously lifeless and numb eyes suddenly shone with a light, as if someone falling into an abyss had grasped the last glimmer of light. Ignoring the cold, damp dungeon floor, he abruptly prostrated himself, his forehead pressed against the cold stone floor, his voice choked and trembling:

"This guilty subject, Li Si, thanks the Prime Minister for saving my life!"

He kowtowed repeatedly, the sound of his head hitting the ground echoing, each word dripping with blood: "My life, Li Si's life, belongs to the Prime Minister and His Majesty! I am willing to serve the Prime Minister like a beast of burden, at his beck and call, with absolutely no disloyalty!"

"If I break this oath, may Heaven and Earth punish me!"

Look at Li Si, the once-glorious Minister of Justice.

If they hadn't courted disaster, they wouldn't be in this predicament now.

Finally, Fusu, mindful of Song Xiang's pleas, treated Li Si leniently, sparing his life but stripping him of his past achievements and power, demoting him to a low-ranking official position, and forcing him to atone for his sins by fulfilling his duties for the rest of his life.

In the same year, Fusu proposed abolishing the dual prime ministership system.

[The original system established by the First Emperor, with two prime ministers, left and right, was intended to separate power and check each other. However, after the Sand Dune Coup, everyone witnessed firsthand the significant flaws in this system of dual governance, division of power and responsibility, and separation of authority.]

Feng Quji remained in Xianyang, while Song Ye accompanied the emperor on his eastern tour to Shaqiu.

[Two prime ministers in one dynasty, one governing the interior and one the exterior, ruling in different places, not only resulted in a fragmentation of power, but also ineffective communication and a disconnect in information.]

Thus, Emperor Taizong of Qin abolished the system of left and right prime ministers, dismantled the old system of two prime ministers, and appointed Song Ye as the sole prime minister, who oversaw all officials and unified the administration of the court, thus consolidating power and responsibility and permanently eliminating the threat of division!

At this point, Song could be considered to have truly reached the pinnacle of his official career.

She was only 30 years old that year.

When she ascended to a high position, what came first, before wealth and glory, was her heart set on helping all under heaven.

She stood firm throughout the changing of the guard.

Regardless of the storms and waves, it's like strolling leisurely in a courtyard.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky unfolded like a scroll painting.

The upright woman held the highest position among all officials, with countless men who had once held great power behind her.

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Song Ye:

Rather than being a man's ideal woman, it's better to be his shadow.

I don't want you to love me, think of me, or miss me.

I want you to fear me, respect me, and never dare to look down on me.

How much is the love and longing of a cheap man worth?

I want those men to feel, every time they think of me, that they are confronting their own incompetence and cowardice.