Chapter 1: Damn! I'm a Yan Party Member!

In the winter of the 39th year of the Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty, Beijing.

It was the coldest time of winter, when it should have been snowing heavily, but not a single snow fell.

Rumors were spreading inside and outside the court. Inside the majestic imperial city, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty remained silent, seemingly still concentrating on practicing Taoism.

Attacks on the emperor are brewing.

This winter, in which snow has not yet fallen, is getting even colder, to the point that everyone is in danger.

The Qingliu became increasingly angry and dissatisfied, and could no longer tolerate the Yan Party, which had controlled the government for nearly twenty years.

People have already determined that the emperor, who has devoted himself to practicing Taoism and ignored state affairs, and has indulged the Yan Party, the time has come to eliminate and destroy it.

Not far from the imperial city is a vast mansion with carved beams and painted rafters.

A voice full of disbelief and shock rang out.

"Fuck!"

"I have become a Yan Party member!?"

Yan Shaoting woke up from a dream, sat up suddenly, looked around, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

In an instant, Yan Shaoting, whose face was like the Mid-Autumn moon, complexion was like the flowers in the spring morning, hair as if cut by a knife, eyebrows as if painted with ink, face as rosy as peach petals, and eyes as bright as autumn waves, confirmed the fact that he had traveled through time to the 39th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty.

The reason why he broke out in a cold sweat and looked uneasy was all because of his identity.

Yan Shaoting frowned, his eyes were solemn, and for a moment he was unable to express his feelings at the moment.

He crossed.

However, he became the grandson of Yan Song, the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty Cabinet, and the eldest son of Yan Shifan, who worked in the cabinet and the Ministry of Works.

Especially now, it is the 39th year of Jiajing.

Yan Shaoting smiled twice with ambiguous meaning and moved his lips.

"It's like a knife stabbing your butt."

"My eyes are opened!"

"Didn't I become a eunuch in 1912, join the German army in 1945, join the Nationalist army in 1949, and gloriously participate in the Soviet citizenship in 1991?"

It’s not that Yan Shaoting lacks fighting spirit, but in a few years from now, the Yan family and even the entire Yan Party will face a devastating disaster and will be killed by Xu Jie, Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng and others!
As powerful as the Yan Party was in the past, how miserable it will be in the future.

With his current identity, he would soon be implicated by the father of the Ming Dynasty weightlifting champion and punished for treason by colluding with the Japanese. His military household registration would be confiscated and he would be exiled to a border garrison.

Yan Shaoting's eyes gradually calmed down, but his expression became more resolute.

I must not be dragged down by these stupid teammates!

After all, the old saying is true.

Come here.

No matter what, I have to change the Ming Dynasty.

"Yan Hu!"

Yan Shaoting shouted outside the house, then got up and put on his clothes.

But when he shouted, the two maids sleeping in the outer room responded, and then went into the inner room wrapped in thin inner clothes and shirts.

"Master, I am here."

At this time, Yan Hu's response came from outside.

"Go down first, I'll call you later."

Yan Shaoting watched the two young maids go into the inner room and hurriedly shouted outside again.

The maid had already bowed and her words sounded like the cry of a yellow bird.

"I will help the young master dress."

Yan Shaoting looked calm and kind: "Okay, okay, no rush."

It was estimated that half a quarter of an hour later that Yan Shaoting came out of the house.

He really didn't do anything, but it was winter and freezing outside, so he naturally had to wear more clothes.

So time consuming.

Moreover, as a newcomer, he really had no intention of indulging in extravagance and corruption.

Yan Shaoting was wrapped in a coat, with his hands clasped together, and he winked at Yan Hu, who had been waiting outside the house for a long time.

The character "虎" in his name seemed like Yan Hu who had indulged himself too much. He immediately lowered his head and came forward with a smile on his face.

Yan Hu said flatteringly: "Master, where are you going to play today?"

According to his memory, this was his most loyal lackey. Yan Shaoting snorted coldly: "I was sleepy. What day is it today?"

I only know that it is the twelfth month of the thirty-ninth year of the Jiajing reign, but I don't know the exact time.

Right now, it is important to clarify the situation.

Yan Hu chuckled and said, "Master, you are drunk and confused. Today is already the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month. In two days, it will be the 40th year of Jiajing."

"Fuck!"

Yan Shaoting's brows twitched, which scared Yan Hu.

"Master?"

Yan Shaoting calmed down, coughed twice and said, "Where is grandpa?"

Yan Shaoting quickly tightened his face and almost said the word "old man is immortal".

Yan Hu said: "The elder should still be working in the cabinet. It's the end of the year, and the court's accounts must be settled."

What a bullshit!
The entire Ming Dynasty is now a mess.

Yan Shaoting cursed inwardly and said, "Alone...!"

Yan Hu blinked and moved closer to stare at his young master.

Yan Shaoting frowned and waved his hand: "Get away, don't get so close."

Then he breathed a sigh of relief and almost called out "One-eyed Dragon" out of habit.

Yan Hu still had a flattering look on his face: "I obey your command."

Yan Shaoting's mind turned, and he asked again: "Where is my father now?"

“It should also be in the cabinet.”

Yan Shaoting hid his hand in his sleeve, and his thumb was silently rubbing the tip of his index finger.

This is his habit of thinking.

Soon, Yan Shaoting widened his eyes and looked at Yan Hu.

"You said today is the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month?"

Yan Hu didn't know what was wrong with his eldest master, and nodded blankly: "It's the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month."

Yan Shaoting stomped his feet heavily and was about to walk out of the yard.

Yan Hu followed behind and called out several times, but there was no response.

Yan Shaoting was really anxious at this moment.

If I remember correctly, today that idiot Zhou Yunyi, the director of the Imperial Observatory, will be beaten to death in front of the Meridian Gate by Feng Bao for his own actions.

Then, because of his death, Jiajing was forced to issue an edict of repentance, and then there was the imperial financial meeting, which came up with an economic policy of replacing rice with mulberry, which was theoretically feasible but could not be really implemented well.

In an instant, Yan Shaoting knew clearly what to do.

Zhou Yunyi was a fool who was pushed out and sold by Qingliu. Although he was stupid, he could not really be beaten to death.

"Yan Hu, lead the horse."

Yan Shaoting's voice came into Yan Hu's ears from a distance.

Yan Hu yawned, "Master, where are you going? If you want to go to a brothel to listen to music, it's not time yet."

Yan Shaoting's voice became a little colder.

"This young master wants to enter the palace."

Yan Hu hurriedly caught up with him and asked, "Young Master, what are you going to do in the palace?"

He did not think that Yan Shaoting could not enter the palace. On the contrary, because the eldest young master was the grandson of the Prime Minister and was also an official of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, entering the palace was just a common thing.

Yan Shaoting ignored the lackey's doubts and directly ordered: "Go to Jinyiwei and ask some people to follow me, and then take them to calculate the assets of our Yan family."

Calling the Jinyiwei people over would make it easier for him to act later.

Calculating the Yan family’s assets is for follow-up matters.

Yan Hu was puzzled: "Ah? Master, why are you planning to take over our family's assets?"

Yan Shaoting finally stopped, looked at the lackey, and answered the other's question for the first time.

"I'm going to sell it to our Yan family!"

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Note: For plot arrangements, the official positions and time of entering the cabinet of Zhang Juzheng and others will be set according to the drama.

(End of this chapter)