Directed Leakage of Inner Voice: I Pretended to Be a God Undergoing Tribulations Chapter 330

[Host, after Tongtong bound with you, we are on the sa side. Therefore, so of the system's permissions are also restricted.]

"Yesterday, a task popped up to eradicate the aristocratic families and noble clans within a year. I rember previously it was fine to take three to five years. And it wasn't eradicate, it was weaken!"

Yue Fuguang scratched her head. The difference between weakening and eradicating was huge. One ant a few heads rolling, while the other ant heads rolling everywhere.

She knew how to count; the system shouldn't even think about tricking her.

"There are twenty large and small aristocratic families. How many people are in them and associated with them? If I really have to eradicate them all, wouldn't a river of blood have to be shed?"

She was afraid that when the ti ca, the voices of opposition in the royal court would not be few. They were all of the sa class, how could she not understand the principle of the fox mourning the death of the hare?

Thinking of so many human lives, Yue Fuguang looked at her hands. Although she often shouted about fighting and killing on normal days, if she really had to do it, she could handle thirty to fifty people.

But starting with a baseline of thirty to fifty thousand, she felt she could not accept it right now.

I did not kill Boren, but Boren died because of . She... she felt she still needed so ti.

[Host, don't worry, I will ask the main system. Don't carry such a heavy psychological burden either. You have seen the harm of the aristocratic families; in the later stages, it will be a dance of demons.

These people betrayed the country for their own glory and aided the wicked. If they hadn't been partially wiped out by the peasant army later, and then partially killed by the subsequent royal court out of wariness, with these pests around, the world would have been in chaos for far more than three hundred years!]

Seeing Yue Fuguang still puffing her cheeks, it continued, [I am just afraid that while we are expanding the territory on the front lines, these people will cause destruction in the rear.

With them around, many of your ideas will face heavy obstacles when implented.

Of course, even if this task is not completed, it doesn't matter. All in all, this task is only worth over a hundred thousand points!]

Speaking of points, Yue Fuguang suddenly felt that the system had grabbed her by the lifeline. "How can there be so many?"

This was enough points for her to buy one-tenth of the top-tier aptitude!

This ti the system mall opened, and for the first ti in the special items section, she refreshed various materials for reshaping the body, including aptitude.

The mall had abundant resources. It could be said that as long as there were enough points, there were very few things in this world that could not be bought!

"So the aristocratic families must die?"

[The main branches must be eradicated, and the side branches must at least be scattered. Host, for humanity to develop, wealth and knowledge cannot always remain in the hands of a few.

It is one thing if they do not conform to the tide of the era's developnt, but they even beco an obstacle...]

What the system didn't say was that illegitimate children in her hotown could normally inherit family property now; had she never thought about the reason?

Its host probably didn't know yet, but her father had raised three younger siblings outside to fight for her property!

Then again, it was a rit system after all. The tasks issued by the headquarters system to send these people to their deaths were also carefully calculated; it was definitely a matter where the benefits outweighed the disadvantages.

Only when the people of the aristocratic families died would there be a way out for thousands of ordinary commoners. If the tumor was not removed, it would eventually beco a disaster.

In the past, the host always talked about how ruthless she was, shouting about fighting and killing all day long.

Now that it was truly a critical mont, she actually wanted to drop the ball.

Yue Fuguang: Are the lives of a few hundred or a few thousand people the sa as tens or hundreds of thousands?

However, Yue Fuguang thought about the path she had to take in the future. It seed that tens of thousands of people were just an appetizer. Expanding territory and unifying the land, how could there be no deaths? This wasn't playing house!

After figuring it out, she slapped the table hard with her small hand and said, "Alright, let's do it! Just treat it as practice, treat it as building courage for future conquests!"

Holding her red and throbbing hand, Yue Fuguang once again silently accepted the fact that she was indeed not a good person!

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Half ​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‍a month later, Yue Fuguang, who was preparing to open fire on the aristocratic families, finally welcod the right opportunity in the royal court.

The forr Junior Minister of the Court of Judicature and Revision, Acting Minister Wei Ping, finally had the word "Acting" removed from his title five days before his thirty-eighth birthday, officially being promoted to Minister of the Court of Judicature and Revision.

It could be considered like a daughter-in-law enduring for years to finally beco the mother-in-law.

Listening to Eunuch Qian read out Wei Ping's achievents over the past year, Yue Fuguang rubbed her hands together. Every single item and sentence didn't ntion her, but everything was related to her.

Although it looked like she was handing him rits, look at the Wei Ping from a year ago and the Wei Ping now.

A year ago, at thirty-seven, he looked a few years younger than his actual age, full of vigor and spirit.

But after this year, counting the fine lines that had newly crept onto Wei Ping's face, saying he was forty would be a complint.

"Little Zhu, so Wei Ping has always been the Junior Minister? I thought he was the Minister!"

After all, he had always been the one handling the political affairs of the Court of Judicature and Revision. The position of Minister had always been vacant, and his colleagues rarely called him Junior Minister Wei.

[Master, after his predecessor passed away two years ago, Wei Ping has always held the position of Acting Minister.]

"Who was his predecessor? Why has such an important position as the Minister of the Court of Judicature and Revision been vacant for so long?"

[Master, the forr Minister was nad Xu Anzhi. On the surface, he died of illness, but that's actually not the case!]

Emperor Mingxi and his ministers all felt their eyelids twitch. They instinctively sensed that Minister Xu's death was definitely not simple. Based on their understanding of the Divine Artifact, such an opening remark ant there must be sothing fishy inside.

"Little Zhu, then tell , how did he actually die?"

[Master, this Xu Anzhi naturally died of poisoning, and it was a chronic poison.

The symptoms looked like physical weakness caused by illness. Even a highly skilled imperial physician like Sun Huajing might not necessarily be able to find out that he was poisoned rather than sick.

After all, a characteristic of that poison is that it magnifies the defects in the poisoned person's body, draws out their hidden root causes of illness, slowly worsens their symptoms, and finally leads to death beyond dical cure.

If he could have t a Taoist doctor who understood dicine and poison like Xuanmingzi, he could have lived for a few more years. What a pity!]

Wei Ping silently clenched his fists, a thin layer of sweat forming on his palms. He could not help but think of the few months before Minister Xu passed away...

"Who wanted to harm him? This has nothing to do with Wei Ping, right? After all, looking at it now, after Xu Anzhi died, he is the biggest beneficiary."

His imdiate superior was gone, and he was favored by the Emperor. As long as he worked a little harder, he could take the position. No matter how you looked at it, he was suspicious.

Especially given their positions, wanting to quietly kill a few people was right up their professional alley, so it shouldn't be difficult.

Hearing Yue Fuguang's baseless speculation and a huge scapegoat pot dropping right on his head, Wei Ping nearly choked to death on his own saliva.

No, Junior Preceptor, don't you know what kind of person I, Wei Ping, am? Am I the kind of person who would use any ans necessary to climb up?

Xu Anzhi was not only his superior but also his friend. Both of them were obsessed with solving mysteries and cracking cases, and could be said to have a relationship of ntor and helpful friend. How could he kill soone for a re Minister position!

[This ti Master guessed wrong. Xu Anzhi's death was not Wei Ping's doing.]

Wei Ping: Kneeling to thank the Divine Artifact for clearing my na! Lighting incense JPG.

[However...] Wei Ping's heart, which hadn't completely settled down, was suspended again. Everyone knew that nothing good ever followed a "However"!

[However, it was more or less caused because of him.]