Reborn as a eunuch, the system tells me to seduce the empress?

Chapter 15 The Arrogant Vice Minister of War

In their view.

Since we can't solve the problem, let's deal with the person who caused it.

Lin Mo cannot stay.

After the court session, Lin Mo did not linger in the palace but went straight to the Eastern Depot.

The Eastern Depot was located on the east side of the Imperial City, covering a vast area. It had gray walls and black tiles, and two stone lions with bared teeth stood in front of the gate, exuding a sinister atmosphere.

The plaque above the gate was covered with a layer of dust, mottled and dull, the four large characters "Dongjishi Factory" were dark and gloomy.

Lin Mo stood at the door, glanced up at the plaque, and squinted.

In just a few months, the Eastern Depot's office has fallen into such a state of disrepair.

"Someone come here!" Lin Mo put his hands behind his back and called out softly into the East Depot's office. He was as sharp as a sword, yet his figure seemed soft and boneless as he floated into the main hall and sat down on the grand master's chair.

In an instant.

The once empty main hall of the Eastern Depot was suddenly filled with hundreds of Eastern Depot agents who rushed in with murderous intent.

When they discovered that the person sitting in the grand chair in the main hall was none other than Lin Mo, the supervisor of the Eastern Depot, they all knelt down to pay their respects.

"Your subordinate greets Your Excellency!"

When Zhou Hu, the chief executioner, saw Lin Mo appear at the Eastern Depot, he was overjoyed: "Commander, you've finally returned!"

The other five bosses were also excited at this moment.

All six of them were recruited into the Eastern Depot by Lin Mo when he established it.

It can be said.

Their interests were now intertwined with Lin Mo's.

One glory and one glory.

Lin Mo didn't even glance at the kneeling guards and foremen. He picked up the cup of tea handed to him by a guard and took a slow sip, saying calmly, "It's only been a few months, how come our Eastern Depot's headquarters has fallen into such disrepair?"

Lin Mo spoke softly and in a calm tone, but with each word, the air in the room instantly turned colder.

Zhou Qing, the Thousand-Faced Gentleman, who was the second-in-command of the Eastern Depot, stepped forward and bowed to report: "Your Excellency, our brothers in the Eastern Depot have not received their salaries for three months."

Ok?

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo's face darkened, and he threw the teacup in his hand onto the table.

"What happened? What about our Eastern Depot's businesses?"

Lin Mo frowned and turned his gaze to Zhao Feng, who controlled the finances among the six major bosses.

"Chief Supervisor, all the usual income has disappeared." Zhao Feng lowered his head in shame. "When the merchants heard that His Majesty was going to abolish our Eastern Depot, they stopped paying their dues. Even the Ministry of Revenue hasn't sent any salaries for several months."

"Someone, deliver my official document to the Ministry of Revenue and tell those scoundrels to hurry up and pay our Eastern Depot's salaries."

"Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless and killing him and his entire clan."

Lin Mo was very angry.

When the Eastern Depot was first established, he proposed to the old emperor that the salaries be paid by the imperial treasury.

After all, whoever controls logistics has the most confidence to speak.

Unfortunately, the old emperor was stingy by nature, but he still insisted on having the Eastern Depot's salary recorded under the Ministry of Revenue's accounts.

This time, Lin Mo was truly enraged.

"These businessmen have some nerve!" Lin Mo slammed his fist on the table, his face full of anger. "If they don't pay, why don't you come and collect the money?"

"Master, it's not that we don't want to go, but the military supervisor sent by the cabinet won't allow it!" Zhou Qing, the number two figure in the Eastern Depot, quickly stepped forward to explain the inside story.

Military supervisor?

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo was immediately stunned.

He had a vague idea.

After Yu Qingli ascended the throne, he sealed off the Eastern Depot, and the cabinet did indeed send a military supervisor from the Ministry of War to reside there.

"Where is the military supervisor?" Lin Mo squinted at his subordinate.

"Yes..." Zhou Hu was about to speak.

Then a sinister voice rang out in the East Depot's main hall.

"Lin Mo, you eunuch traitor, how dare you trespass into the main hall of the Eastern Depot!"

Lin Mo turned his head slightly, his gaze passing over Zhou Hu's shoulder and landing on the figure walking out from the shadow of the gate.

The man was in his early forties, with a fair complexion, a meticulously trimmed short beard, and wore a scarlet official robe with a silver fish-shaped pouch at his waist. His gait exuded arrogance.

His gaze swept across the hall, finally settling on Lin Mo, who was seated in the central armchair, a hint of undisguised contempt playing on his lips.

"Lin Mo, you have been dismissed from your post. This Eastern Depot is not a place you can just wander into."

The Vice Minister of War stood with his hands behind his back, his voice not loud, but clearly heard by everyone present: "If you know what's good for you, get out of here now, and I can pretend this never happened. If you don't know what's good for you..."

"I have submitted a memorial to the Emperor, accusing you of trespassing and plotting treason. Guess how His Majesty will deal with you?"

The Eastern Depot agents in the hall all changed their expressions, and several of the younger ones had already placed their hands on the hilts of their swords, ready to strike.

This Vice Minister of War dares to disrespect the Commander-in-Chief! He's asking for death!

Just as the guards were about to make a move, Zhou Hu glared at them and stopped them.

Lin Mo leaned back in his armchair, toying with the empty teacup in his hand. Hearing this, he looked up, as if he had just noticed the person, and casually asked, "Excuse me, sir, who are you?"

The Vice Minister of War's face stiffened, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

He was a high-ranking official in the Ministry of War, a third-rank official in the imperial court, yet he was treated so disrespectfully by a eunuch. It was an utter disgrace.

"I, Fang Hong, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, have been ordered by His Majesty to oversee the affairs of the Eastern Depot."

Fang Hong gritted his teeth and glared at Lin Mo, saying each word clearly, "Lin Mo, if you know what's good for you, you should stay in your Lin family mansion and live out the rest of your life in peace. The affairs of the court are not for a eunuch like you to meddle in."

"Fang Hong." Lin Mo repeated the name, as if savoring something interesting, a slow smile playing on his lips. "Minister Fang, you said you were ordered to oversee the Eastern Depot. Did you receive that imperial decree?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Hong was immediately taken aback.

"I ask you, do you have any imperial decree?"

Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a poisoned needle, pricking Fang Hong's face, making him turn pale and then red.

"The supervisors of the Eastern Depot are either dispatched by the Directorate of Ceremonial or personally authorized by His Majesty. You claim to be acting on imperial orders, but where are those orders? Show them to me."

Fang Hong opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Where did he get the order?

When the Empress ascended the throne, the Eastern Depot was shut down, and Grand Secretary Zhang Huaiyuan took the opportunity to place him in charge of the mess left by the Eastern Depot.

He was called a military supervisor, but he was really just a gatekeeper.

There was never such a thing as an imperial edict.

"No imperial decree?" Lin Mo stood up, the hem of his python robe fluttering in the candlelight, and walked step by step towards Fang Hong: "Minister Fang, without an imperial decree, what makes you claim to be the supervisor of the Eastern Depot? Who gave you the audacity to impersonate an imperial envoy?"

Fang Hong subconsciously took a step back, but then felt that retreating was too embarrassing, so he stood up abruptly and straightened his chest: "I am the Vice Minister of War. It is the Cabinet's decision to supervise the affairs of the Eastern Depot. Grand Secretary Zhang..."

"What does the Cabinet mean?" Lin Mo interrupted him, his voice suddenly turning cold, like a biting wind in the twelfth lunar month: "Who do you think you are, daring to spout such nonsense in front of this Grand Commandant? And since when has the Cabinet been required to manage the affairs of the Eastern Depot?"

He didn't stop, approaching step by step, his aura growing stronger with each step.

The soldiers brought by Fang Hong were so intimidated by this aura that their faces turned pale, and some of them had already quietly retreated.