The merchants' words fell.

The courtiers were in an uproar.

Frightened and silent, the courtiers couldn't help but whisper after Li Shimin's sudden charge.

Li Shimin, sitting high above, remained composed, but a satisfied expression appeared in his eyes.

Good, very good.

Zhang Jiuling handled this matter well.

Raising his hand to suppress the growing discussions, Li Shimin looked at the Minister of Revenue, who crouched on the ground, fearful and angry.

"Minister Wang, do you have anything else to say?"

The Minister of Revenue opened and closed his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

At this point, what did he not understand?

Not to mention whether he was truly guilty of this matter, even if innocent, as long as Your Majesty had decided to deal with him, he could only grit his teeth and endure.

"Your Majesty," the Minister of Revenue knelt down in despair, dejectedly saying, "I admit my guilt."

Li Shimin smirked.

It seemed this person was still somewhat clever.

Since he had already confessed his guilt.

After that, things would be easy to handle. Li Shimin first pronounced their guilt.

Then he ordered people to take the Minister of Revenue and his son to the Dali Temple.

If the batch of people he had previously executed was a warning to the current ministers.

Then today's bone-crushing punishment was his final ultimatum.

"Ministers, is there anything else to report?"

Li Shimin asked calmly.

The courtiers lowered their heads, none daring to speak.

This time, they truly understood what it meant for a ship's mast to be swept away in an instant.

This heavy blow.

Finally made the people who had harbored illusions wake up completely.

This ruler of theirs, who seemed to have long been senile and incompetent.

Still firmly held the great Tang Empire in the palm of his hand.

Amused by the terrified appearance of the ministers for a while, Li Shimin exchanged a glance with Gao Lishi.

Gao Lishi immediately understood and took a step forward, loudly proclaiming:

"End court!"