Because he knew very well, how could Ning Weimo not have a rough guess? Ning Weimo is not saying anything now because the feedback from various places has not yet arrived.

It's hard for him to give a number directly, and he won't be able to explain it if there is a big discrepancy.

In half a year, Xin Yanque will probably have a rough answer when he asks Ning Weimo, but that number cannot be small.

"I...get it, please step back."

Xin Yanque leaned back and raised his hand to rub the corner of his brow.

He suddenly remembered that when he first met Lin Ye in Yunzhou, he felt that Lin Ye was not direct and domineering enough. Looking at it now, Lin Ye should have already thought about how many people would die.

"Being an emperor... is tiring."

After everyone left the imperial study, Xin Yanque raised his hand, rubbed his temples, and muttered to himself.

At this time, Ning Weimo, who was walking outside, breathed a long sigh of relief and rubbed his temples with his hands as he walked.

"Your Majesty probably feels distressed."

Yao Xinyuan said softly.

Ning Weimo said: "Of course Your Majesty must feel distressed, because they are all His Majesty's subjects. As assistant ministers, you and I should also feel distressed."

He looked at Yao Xinyuan, but Yao Xinyuan did not answer.

"Your Majesty is tired, and so are we."

Ning Weimo said as he walked: "But the plan set by the Supreme Sage is that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Since we want to improve it, we should improve it directly from the root instead of sticking a plaster wherever it hurts.

....”

Yao Xinyuan

Said: "That's what I say, but aren't you and I just a plaster stuck here temporarily?"

Then he laughed self-deprecatingly and said: "In the future, neither Ning Gong nor I will have a good reputation in the history books."

Ning Weimo said: "It doesn't matter, you and I can't be ranked number one."

Yao Xinyuan laughed because of these words, still a little helpless.

"How many lives..."
Chapter completed!