Chapter 48: Let Me Treat You to Locusts
Li Buqing’s aged face had lost all color; he trembled like a fallen leaf buffeted by the autumn wind, his whole body swaying precariously.
At that moment, the usually silent General Wang Lang, the Defender of the Nation, spoke in a low, gruff voice.
“Lord Zhao, your army of chickens and ducks does sound intriguing.”
“But that’s only when the locusts are still crawling on the ground!”
“If we delay too long, and the locusts spread their wings and darken the skies, do you really think your chickens and ducks can take to the air and eat them?”
The hopeful murmurs among the ministers instantly sank again.
Indeed!
Once the locusts take flight, it will be a catastrophe that blots out the sun!
By then, forget chickens and ducks—even immortals would fail to catch them!
Zhao Yi, however, seemed to have anticipated such doubts. He curled his lips slightly.
“General Wang, you don’t understand.”
“The chicken and duck army is just the conventional force to deal with locusts.”
“I still have an ace up my sleeve!”
He raised a finger and waved it in the air, wearing a chilling smile that sent shivers down the spine.
“When it comes to that stage, we must play hardball.”
“We will select several open basins in Henan Province and pile the grain transported from all over into towering heaps.”
“Locusts feed on crops by nature. When they smell the grain, they will swarm like headless flies.”
“When they gather in sufficient numbers...”
Zhao Yi’s voice suddenly turned icy cold.
“A single fire will burn them to ashes!”
“Burn the grain with them! Burn the entire land! Scorch it so thoroughly that not a blade of grass remains!”
“At all costs, annihilate them completely!”
A sharp intake of breath echoed throughout the Imperial Study.
Everyone was struck by the ruthless resolve in Zhao Yi’s words.
This young man, who appeared so carefree, was truly dark at heart!
This was no longer a strategy; it was a scorched-earth tactic—mutual destruction!
Just then, the Grand Secretary Wei Zheng trembled as he stepped forward.
He did not look at Zhao Yi but bowed deeply to the Empress Wu Mingkong seated on the dragon throne.
“Your Majesty, Lord Zhao’s plan—whether the chickens and ducks or the fire—seems feasible.”
“But... I have one concern that, if not resolved, renders all efforts futile.”
Wu Mingkong gestured for him to continue.
Wei Zheng sighed deeply, his face etched with fatigue and helplessness.
“The hearts of the people.”
“I speak of the hearts of the people!”
“Your Majesty, the people of Henan are steeped in superstition! They do not see locusts as pests but as the ‘Locust God’—a divine punishment sent by Heaven!”
“In past disasters, when locusts appeared, the people would drop to their knees and beg for mercy, offering incense and prayers, hoping the Locust God would depart soon. Who would dare harm them?”
“If you send chickens and ducks, they might even attack these animals, believing they are disturbing the deity!”
“If you set fire to the mountains, they would think you intend to burn the god and might rise in rebellion, causing civil unrest!”
Wei Zheng’s words struck like a hammer on everyone’s hearts.
Indeed!
The greatest problem was not the locusts.
It was the people!
The deep-rooted superstition among millions of disaster-stricken souls!
Until this issue is resolved, Zhao Yi’s plan is nothing but a joke.
Silence fell once more over the Imperial Study.
All eyes, helplessly, returned to Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi’s father, Zhao Zhao, almost popped his eyes out in desperation, frantically signaling for his son to stop speaking.
If he continued, his head would surely fall!
But Zhao Yi seemed not to notice. Standing in the center of the hall, he was silent for a long while.
Just as everyone thought he was out of options, he suddenly lifted his head and looked toward Empress Wu Mingkong on the dragon throne.
“Your Majesty.”
His voice was soft, yet clear enough for everyone to hear.
“I still have one last plan.”
“This plan can shatter the people’s ignorance, making it so they will never again regard locusts as deities!”
“Speak!” Wu Mingkong leaned forward slightly.
Zhao Yi took a deep breath, then pronounced each word with deliberate weight:
“May Your Majesty personally travel to Henan Province, before all the people...”
He paused, each word seeming squeezed through clenched teeth.
“...and personally eat locusts!”
Boom!
The entire Imperial Study seemed to be struck by a thunderclap.
Time froze in that instant.
Everyone was petrified, eyes wide, jaws dropped, doubting their own ears.
The emperor... eat... locusts?!
After the stunned silence came an eruption like a volcano.
“Outrageous!!”
Minister of Justice Li Zheng was the first to explode. He stormed forward, pointing at Zhao Yi with a face ashen with fury.
“Zhao Yi! How dare you be so treasonous and disrespectful! To ask His Majesty, the precious sovereign, to consume such filthy creatures!”
“You insult the emperor! You shake the foundation of our Great Zhou!”
“I demand this villain be executed to uphold the dignity of the court!”
“I second that!”
“This man harbors sinister intentions; his entire clan deserves death!”
In an instant, at least half the officials knelt, their faces burning with indignation, eager to tear Zhao Yi limb from limb on the spot.
Zhao Zhao turned pale and nearly fainted on the spot.
It was over!
This time it was truly the end!
This unfilial son was going to die right here, right now!
He scrambled over and grabbed Zhao Yi’s leg.
“Your Majesty! Spare him! This son is mad! He speaks nonsense! Please do not believe him!”
Zhao Yi shoved his father aside and faced the onslaught of accusations with unflinching defiance.
“Shut the hell up!”
His fierce shout silenced the crowd.
Coldly, he swept his gaze over the officials eager to devour him.
“You all speak as if you know everything, but you don’t feel the pain!”
“Why do the people cling to superstition? Because they are afraid! They believe it is divine punishment!”
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