Your Majesty, You Can No Longer Hide Your Private Money.

All civil and military officials in the dynasty thought that the new emperor was so poor that he wore a patchwork dragon robe, rode a donkey to court, and even the mice with money in their pockets were so hungry that they moved away. But no one knew that Qin Yu was counting gold bars in bed every night, with two accounts piled up at hand - one to show the courtiers, and the other to record the start-up money that Taizu had hidden under the toilet seat. The money he paid for digging his ancestral graves was so satisfying that his cultivation level kept rising, but every time he spent a tael of silver, his level plummeted. The Duke of Zhen forced him to raise taxes, and the Queen Mother asked him to sell his official position. Qin Yu held his chest and squeezed out two tears: "I really have no money!" He turned away and took out his private money to pay for the army. His cultivation level collapsed on the spot and reached the Body Tempering Realm. He rolled on the ground and shouted "My Grandmaster Realm", but he thought in his heart: After this wave of blood loss, he had to dig a gold mine to replenish his blood. Tianshu AI suddenly popped up a prompt: "Your Majesty, I suggest you go to the North Atlantic shipwreck to make money, and pray that you won't be robbed by pirates." Qin Yu rolled his eyes - pretending to be a poor emperor, there is an unspeakable secret.