Chapter Eight: The Emperor's Furious Wrath

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In the early Tang dynasty, the chief officials of the Three Departments—the Director of the Central Secretariat, the Palace Attendant of the Chancellery, and the Director of the Department of State Affairs—jointly deliberated on national affairs and were collectively known as chancellors. The chancellor was the official who assisted the emperor in overseeing all state matters.

The "New Book of Tang · Records of Officials" states: "They assist the Son of Heaven in supervising all officials and managing all affairs; their responsibility is indeed weighty."

Later, although Emperor Taizong of Tang once held the position of Director of the Department of State Affairs before ascending the throne, his subordinates, out of respect, dared not assume that office. Thus, the title "Deputy Director" was used for the head of the Department of State Affairs, and together with the Palace Attendant and the Director of the Central Secretariat, they were regarded as chancellors.

The "Cefu Yuangui · General Preface to Chancellors" records that since the Sui dynasty, officials from other posts who participated in state affairs or held exclusive control over court politics were also considered chancellors. In the Tang dynasty, due to the high status of chancellors and the emperor’s reluctance to confer the title lightly, they often held chancellor positions under other official titles. For example, during Emperor Taizong’s reign, Du Yan participated in court affairs as Minister of Personnel, and Wei Zheng as Director of the Secretarial Department, both effectively serving as chancellors, albeit under different titles such as "Counselor for Gains and Losses" or "Deputy Administrator of Political Affairs."

The "Comprehensive Examination of Literature · Officials and Duties IV" explains: "The Central Secretariat issues edicts, the Chancellery reviews and approves, and when disputes arise, the two departments must first discuss and decide in the Hall of Political Affairs before reporting."

In the early Tang, the heads of the Three Departments deliberated in the Chancellery. This meeting place was called the Hall of Political Affairs.

At this time, the chancellors were concurrently the heads of the Three Departments, each with their own departmental duties. Typically, they conducted deliberations in the morning at the Hall of Political Affairs and returned to their respective offices in the afternoon. Therefore, there was no need to establish a separate chancellor office.

Major military and national affairs were decided in meetings at the Hall of Political Affairs before being submitted to the emperor for final judgment; confidential matters and appointments or dismissals of officials above the fifth rank were discussed solely within this hall, and other officials were not privy to these deliberations.

Thus, the Hall of Political Affairs became the decision-making center assisting the emperor in governing the empire—a true "heart of the empire."

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In the winter of the twelfth year of the Zhenguan era, a heavy snowfall blanketed the entire Guanzhong region. Roads were blocked, houses collapsed, and countless people and livestock froze to death. The suffering cries of the disaster-stricken filled the air, and urgent reports flooded into the Central Secretariat like snowflakes.

The newly appointed Central Secretariat attendant Ma Zhou rubbed his reddened, dry eyes, set down his brush, and looked out at the still-falling snow, sighing helplessly.

After battling nonstop for two days and nights, with only two or three hours of rest, the constant reviewing and filing of documents and distribution of relief supplies had exhausted even the vigorous Ma Zhou.

He took a sip of hot tea, shook his aching shoulder from prolonged writing, and glanced around with a bitter smile.

The Central Secretariat was already streamlined in staffing, but the overload of documents due to the snow disaster and the long hours of review had forced two senior attendants to go home sick. Only three or four people remained working in the office.

At that moment, his chief attendant entered and handed him a jade pendant.

The jade was warm and lustrous, smooth and milky white—a high-quality Hetian jade seed stone.

The carving was exquisite and simple, vividly depicting a carp.

That figure looked familiar...

The attendant leaned close and whispered, "A messenger from Governor Zhou of Chang’an County requests an audience, saying it concerns an urgent matter."

Ma Zhou gave a slight nod. He and Governor Zhou were contemporaries and on good terms; he could not refuse the meeting. He excused himself to his colleagues in the office and stepped outside.

Near the office was a resting room for officials. Ma Zhou sipped his tea as Governor Zhou’s advisor recounted the incident in detail. Ma Zhou’s brows furrowed, displeased.

Amid the snow disaster, counties in Guanzhong were overwhelmed, wishing they could be in two places at once. Yet Governor Zhou of Chang’an County ignored the pressing county affairs and fixated on a brawl...

Though Chang’an County was inside the city with less severe disaster effects, at least the governor ought to show concern.

It was merely a brawl—no fatal injuries—was it really necessary to trouble him?

To Ma Zhou, handling such a matter was straightforward.

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In one word: justice.

Both parties were of untouchable status, so the matter must be settled impartially. Responsibility would fall where it belonged; procedures would be followed strictly by law. Who could find fault?

Yet Governor Zhou schemed, took crooked paths, shirked responsibility...

Ma Zhou sighed. His peer was talented and knowledgeable but excessively slippery—a grave fault in officialdom.

Despite his displeasure, their friendship prevented him from ignoring the matter.

Raising his teacup, Ma Zhou said to the advisor, "I understand the situation. Please reassure Brother Zhou to remain calm."

The advisor understood and bowed, relieved, then took his leave.

Ma Zhou returned to the office, fetched a memorial, glanced up at the gloomy sky, and headed toward the Hall of Political Affairs.

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As he lifted the heavy curtain at the entrance of the Hall of Political Affairs, a wave of warmth greeted him.

Voices were already speaking inside.

"Which is harder: an emperor’s founding or preservation of the realm?"

The voice was deep, steady, full of vigor.

Ma Zhou was startled—His Majesty was here?

Looking closer, he saw the venerable ministers Fang Xuanling, Wei Zheng, Wang Gui, and others.

Ma Zhou hurried forward, bowed deeply to the middle-aged man seated in the main seat wearing bright yellow robes.

"Your servant Ma Zhou pays respects, Your Majesty."

The emperor waved slightly, smiling, "No need for ceremony. The old bones of the Central Secretariat are wearing thin, but it’s a hardship for you, my loyal minister."

This man had sword-like eyebrows, tiger eyes, a broad square face, a thick beard of three strands under his chin. Tall and robust, he sat steady as a mountain with commanding presence, exuding the aura of a sovereign. His majestic bearing compelled respect and focus.

This was none other than Emperor Li Shimin.

Ma Zhou replied respectfully, "These are my duties, Your Majesty. I dare not speak of hardship."

Li Shimin smiled warmly, "No need for modesty. I see it all. You are in your prime, so I must weigh heavier burdens upon you. Only then can you be of great use in the future."

An emperor wastes no words. His casual remark about future usefulness was nearly a guaranteed endorsement of Ma Zhou’s prospects.

A matter firmly settled in the emperor’s heart!

Ma Zhou felt a warmth within. "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Li Shimin waved his hand and looked toward the elder statesman Fang Xuanling seated beside him.

"That question just now, Fang Xuanling, what counsel did you give me?"

Fang Xuanling pondered briefly and said, "At the start of our campaign, the realm was in turmoil, competing warlords vying for power. We faced death countless times, burying brothers on the battlefield, until we established the Central Plains and pacified the world. To me, founding a dynasty is exceedingly difficult."

Li Shimin was silent, images and faces flooding his mind...

Swift as lightning, the army broke through Xihe Commandery!

At Shanshuiyuan, they faced death and defeated the formidable Xue Rengao with thousands against ten thousand!

At Hulao Pass, they charged with spears, three thousand against a hundred thousand!

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The journey was fraught with bloodshed and hardship—truly difficult!

But Wei Zheng said, "Since ancient times, emperors have gained their thrones through hardship but lost them through ease. Preserving power is harder."

Born of hardship, perishing in ease—the timeless truth.

Li Shimin nodded, agreeing, "Fang Xuanling and I conquered the realm, risking life and death; thus we understand the difficulty of founding a dynasty. Wei Zheng and I govern the realm, always fearing pride and luxury breed calamity and neglect births chaos; thus we know the difficulty of preservation. Though the founding hardship is past, we must be cautious in preserving sovereignty."

Fang Xuanling, Wei Zheng, and Ma Zhou said in unison, "Your Majesty’s words are the blessing of all under heaven."

"Ha ha ha..." Perhaps enjoying his role as a wise ruler, Li Shimin laughed heartily, then looked at Ma Zhou. "You, my loyal minister, are occupied with many affairs. How do you find time to come here? Is there something to report?"

Ma Zhou’s thoughts raced. Holding up the memorial, he replied, "I was reviewing documents when I heard that His Excellency Fang’s second son and His Highness Prince Qi engaged in a brawl and were both apprehended by Chang’an County. I came in haste to inform Your Majesty, unaware you were here. I beg pardon."

This was Ma Zhou’s cleverness.

He did not directly say Fang Jun and Prince Qi fought and were arrested but used a roundabout approach, making it seem accidental, as if he had no time to put down his memorial before reporting.

This obscured the fact that he was acting on someone’s behalf.

Ma Zhou was not shirking responsibility like Governor Zhou; he knew how to navigate delicate matters.

Had he bluntly said, "Old Fang, your second son fought with the emperor’s fifth son. Go fetch him quickly before bringing shame," Fang Xuanling might not have appreciated the favor and might have jeopardized Ma Zhou’s standing.

Why would an attendant at the Central Secretariat waste time gossiping instead of official duties?

After speaking, Ma Zhou looked down, counting ants on the floor, and said no more.

Fang Xuanling was still stunned—how did his second son end up fighting Prince Qi?

Li Shimin suddenly grew furious: "Fang Yiai has always been decent and never causes trouble. There’s no need to say more; it must be Li You who provoked this! That scoundrel, violent, arrogant, and tyrannical—I already decreed him Prince Qi, yet he feigns illness to avoid going to his fief. How outrageous! Send someone to Chang’an County at once to bring that scoundrel here. I’ll skin him alive!"

Footsteps replied outside, likely hurrying to the Chang’an County office.

Fang Xuanling looked anxious. "Your Majesty, the facts are not yet clear. You cannot place all blame on Prince Qi alone. My son surely bears some fault..."

Li Shimin waved dismissively, angrily saying, "Fang, no need to say more. A father knows his son best. I know well your scoundrel’s character. Yiai is honest and simple, never causing trouble. The fault lies with Li You without doubt. Rest assured, I will not spare him and will give you justice!"

If Fang Jun and Li You were present, both would likely sputter blood simultaneously.

Fang Jun would be dismayed: "This isn’t how it’s supposed to go! The emperor’s not following the script—our plan was to provoke him!"

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