Echoes of My Heart Throughout the Court

Ok, I checked and noticed and fixed some content was missing from Chapter 89. I suggest you reread it for consistency.

“No! I don’t know!”

“What did you just say?! The outside is already surrounded by imperial soldiers?!”

The person reporting the situation looked at the panicked expression of the cult leader and suddenly felt a sense of hopelessness. He replied blankly, “Yes, and according to their shouts, the one leading the army is… the Emperor.”

“What?!”

“What?!”

After his initial shock, the White Sun Cult Leader turned to the group of people who had come to listen to his sermons in exchange for eggs, clearly baffled. “Why are you so shocked?!”

Shouldn’t you all be excited that the imperial soldiers are here to rescue you?

The White Sun Cult Leader froze. “The Imperial Court?!”

How had court officials infiltrated his ranks?!

He hadn’t paid much attention to the crowd from the stage earlier. But now that he looked more carefully, his expression cracked. “Who brought them in here?! Look at them—all well-fed, strong, and healthy. Do they look like people who can’t afford to eat and want to rebel?!”

The rebel responsible for letting them in quietly shrank back into the crowd.

Of course, he’d noticed. But as long as people came in to take money, why overthink it? Most of the people standing below the stage looked healthy.

In these times, who honestly joins a rebellion out of true conviction? Isn’t it just for a bit of extra cash?

The General issued a stern proclamation, “Consider your options carefully! This is your chance to redeem yourselves!”

The cultists exchanged glances. The quicker ones immediately tackled the slower ones to the ground. “We surrender! We surrender!” They even covered the mouths of the others to prevent them from shouting the same.

The White Sun Cult Leader didn’t even get the chance to cry out his surrender. As soon as the General finished speaking, several people had pinned him down, intending to use him as a token of their loyalty.

Faced with the absurdity of the situation, the White Sun Cult Leader could only laugh bitterly. “Who are you all? Can you at least tell me your identities so I can die knowing the truth?”

“I am the Minister of Personnel.”

The cult leader consoled himself: Alright, alright, high-ranking officials like this shouldn’t appear in large numbers.

“I am the Minister of Revenue.”

The cult leader’s expression stiffened slightly, but he refused to give up hope. Struggling, he looked toward the third person.

That person smiled slightly. “I am the Minister of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.”

The cult leader’s face lit up with relief. “Never heard of you!”

The Minister of the Imperial Ancestral Temple: 🙂

Hah.

The Marquis of Yongchang chuckled, “Haha.”

The cult leader turned toward him. The Marquis of Yongchang straightened up with pride. “I am the Marquis of Yongchang. Have you heard of me?”

The cult leader: …

Overwhelmed by alternating waves of despair and relief, he nearly stopped breathing.

The Marquis of Yongchang’s military achievements were so legendary in the Great Xia Empire that even a three-year-old would know of them. How could a small, insignificant place like this attract the Marquis?!

By the time he heard the others reporting their identities, his mind had already gone blank—

“I am a senior official from the Ministry of Justice.”

“I am a censor of the Surveillance Bureau.”

“Well… not a high-ranking official, just a secretary from the Ministry of War.”

“I’m a secretary from the Ministry of Personnel!”

The cult leader: …

So it wasn’t that imperial officials had infiltrated a rebel stronghold—it was that we rebels had unknowingly infiltrated the imperial court?!

The cult leader raised both hands and slapped them onto his own face with a loud “smack.”

It hurt.@@novelbin@@

This wasn’t a dream.

Who on earth recruited these people?! With this level of talent, why waste time rebelling? Just head straight to a gambling house!

The rebel who had brought the officials in took another step back. And another. And another…

When the Emperor heard that the White Sun Cult had surrendered voluntarily, he wasn’t surprised. If he hadn’t known what kind of people they were, he wouldn’t have felt so confident in profiting from their printing fees.

When he saw his officials returning, he personally stepped forward to greet them. “My dear ministers, are you all unharmed?”

Though he addressed them all, his gaze kept drifting toward Xu Yanmiao.

The other officials: …

We’re used to it.

The Minister of Revenue stepped forward. “Your Majesty, I have something to ask.”

The Emperor replied casually, “What is it? Speak freely.”

“Your Majesty, I’ve heard that the cult’s scripture books were printed at the Han Classics Press? Even the rebel manifestos were produced on paper from the same source?”

The Emperor’s eyelid twitched. Facing the intense stare of the Minister of Revenue, he cleared his throat to cover his embarrassment. “Well… uh, I just… I merely…”

The Governor Zhengzhou, who had rushed over, tried to make himself invisible.

He had advised His Majesty against it, but the Emperor hadn’t listened. He figured that since the rebels would need someone to print their materials anyway, why not keep the profits in-house?

Suddenly, the Emperor seemed to think of something and straightened up. “Alright, fine! It was a mistake to let the Han Classics Press print the rebels’ materials. But does the Ministry of Revenue bear no blame? Look at me, the Emperor, reduced to finding ways to fund myself! Look at that previous dynasty’s ruler—he built palaces whenever he wanted, repaired summer palaces whenever he wished!”

Xu Yanmiao muttered quietly in his mind: [And that’s why he lost his kingdom. If he hadn’t built those palaces, you’d still be farming at home.]

The Emperor fell silent, choking on his words.

He glared at the Minister of Revenue. “So! Where am I at fault?!”

The Minister of Revenue immediately admitted, “Your Majesty! If there is fault, it lies entirely with me! As a senior official, I have failed to alleviate your burdens!”

With a thud, he knelt down. “Your Majesty! I am guilty unto death!”

The Emperor paused, his tone softening slightly. “No need for such extremes… Stand up. It isn’t entirely your fault.”

The Minister of Revenue rose, visibly moved. “Thank you, Your Majesty!”

The Emperor added, “But as for the rewards I intended to distribute to all of you…”

With another thud, the Minister of Revenue knelt again. “Your Majesty! I am guilty unto death!”

The Emperor: …

Perhaps you should just stick with being guilty unto death.