After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

"emperor……"

Minister Wang, who originally thought he had made sufficient mental preparations, felt that all his previous mental preparations were in vain when he saw Emperor Jiade. Excessive nervousness made his heart beat wildly.

No one at the scene spoke. After the initial shock, Minister Wang tried to calm himself. He took a deep breath, and with his heavily handcuffed hands, he used force to smooth out the wrinkles on his prison uniform within his reach.

"Long live the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor."

Maintaining his integrity as a son of a noble family, even in the dark dungeon of the Dali Temple, with heavy hand and foot shackles, Minister Wang still stood as tall and straight as if he were in the throne room, and performed the ritual of three kneelings and nine kowtows to Emperor Jiade without a single mistake.

Looking at Minister Wang kneeling on the ground, Emperor Jiade actually felt quite emotional in his heart. He lowered his eyelids and said lightly.

"Get up."

Watching Minister Wang slowly stand up while dragging his heavy hand and foot shackles, Emperor Jiade gave another order.

"Bring a stool for Minister Wang."

The warden of the Dali Temple personally brought a chair and placed it behind Shangshu Wang. After watching Shangshu Wang sit down, Emperor Jiade finally spoke.

"Minister Wang, you have lost a lot of weight in the past few days."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am living quite well in this dungeon of the Dali Temple. At least I can sleep peacefully now."

"I can sleep peacefully now. It seems that you didn't sleep well when you were the Minister of Works, my dear?"

“Indeed, I, a guilty minister, know that I have failed the Emperor’s grace, and that is why I cannot sleep at night.

I, the guilty minister, know why the Emperor came to the Dali Temple dungeon today.

I know that I have failed the Emperor's grace and am not worthy of being an official. Although I am not fully aware of the details of the corruption, bribery, and shoddy workmanship of the Ministry of Works and the Water Conservancy Commissioner, I have some knowledge of it.

It's just that I was hoping for the best. I didn't expect that the Water Conservancy Supervisor of the Ministry of Works would be so bold as to disregard the safety of thousands of people's lives. This is my dereliction of duty.

The guilty minister had no way to refute his accusation, and the Emperor ordered that he be dismissed from his post and investigated. The guilty minister knew that he had brought this upon himself and could not blame anyone else.

The Yellow River bursting its dikes was half a natural disaster and half a man-made disaster. I, a guilty minister, know that I deserve death and cannot escape the blame.

I, a sinner, beg the Emperor to grant me death. I am from the Wang family, and my blood is flowing in my veins. I always keep in mind the integrity of a disciple of an aristocratic family. However, I feel sorry for the Emperor, for the people of the world, and for my blood.

I have only one wish. My body and hair were given to me by my parents. Please, Your Majesty, grant me a dignified death, so that my old father will not suffer this trauma."

Minister Wang wanted to stand up and kneel again, but Emperor Jiade raised his hand to stop him.

"Minister Wang, you are both a smart man and a fool.

Let me ask you, your body and hair are given by your parents, so are they exclusive to aristocratic families?"

Minister Wang remained silent, and Emperor Jiade did not insist on it.

“Who among all living beings in this world does not have a body and hair that are given by our parents?

You don't want your old father at home to be upset, but have you ever thought about how many fathers and sons died in the flood and how many houses were left empty.

They don’t even have the chance to be stimulated?

You, you...

Oh, I am confused..."

The sigh of Emperor Jiade, who was saddened by his misfortune and angry at his lack of fighting spirit, made Minister Wang unable to hold back his tears any longer.

"Your Majesty, I have sinned deeply. I deserve death..."