Han Jiayan finished speaking and directly took out an envelope from his sleeve, handing it to Han Mo.
"What is this?"
Han Mo asked casually as he took the envelope.
"Wang Shaogao asked me to give this to you!"
Han Jiayan's expression immediately turned serious as he said this.
Han Mo's lips twitched. What was this Master Wang trying to pull? Wasn't this clearly trying to put him in a bad light?
This guy was definitely doing it on purpose!
"Uncle-Ancestor, you..."
"I have always thought that you, child, are different from others, and that you always have a sense of proportion in any situation, so I've always been reluctant to interfere with what you do. But these recent actions of yours, do you have any explanation for them?"
Seeing Han Jiayan's serious expression, Han Mo knew that it must have been that scoundrel Wang Fu who said something to him!
Even when he contacted their people, he always dealt directly with Liang Shicheng, and had never had any dealings with Wang Fu.
This scoundrel, most likely, had heard about the comprehensive planning of these matters of his, and was now wary of him.
After quickly scanning the contents of the letter, Han Mo immediately confirmed his thoughts.
This letter, though seemingly simple, a mere thank-you note, subtly pointed out that these recent events were all orchestrated by him.
Furthermore, this bastard specifically sent it to Han Jiayan, clearly intending to use Han Jiayan's hand to sever his ties with the Crown Prince completely.
"Did you really do these things?"
Seeing Han Mo's silence, Han Jiayan asked again.
"That's right!"
Han Mo hesitated for a moment, then said directly.
"Do you know who Liang Shicheng is? And who Wang Fu is?"
Han Jiayan's face suddenly turned so grim it looked like it could drip water.
Han Mo felt a wry smile welling up inside him. The reason he had always been reluctant to step into the spotlight was precisely due to these concerns.
No matter how powerful Liang Shicheng was, to those traditional scholar-officials, he was still just a eunuch.
Moreover, the faction of Liang Shicheng and Wang Fu truly had no good people, from top to bottom.
Just looking at the ideas they had put forth to the emperor over the years was enough to know what kind of people they were.
Putting aside other matters, the Public Land Office alone had caused immense suffering to the common people across the land.
Countless people, because of this wicked idea, had their families broken and their lives ruined.
The term "public land," when understood literally, referred to land that belonged to the state.
In reality, the term "public land" referred to the uncultivated wasteland during the early Song Dynasty.
At that time, the Great Song Dynasty had only recently been established, and the livelihoods of the common people were in dire straits.
After years of continuous warfare, the land was desolate, with only one in ten surviving.
It was not an exaggeration to say that the land was vast and the population sparse at that time.
However, after years of development, coupled with the ruling class's conscious encouragement of childbirth, the population of the Great Song Dynasty was now more than ten times what it had been.
Those desolate lands, which had been uncultivated, had long since been opened up by the common people and had been farmed for over ten or even decades.
Liang Shicheng and his ilk specifically found a group of eunuchs who, from old documents or by searching and even forging, created land deeds from the past.
They forcibly demanded that the self-cultivating farmers pay exorbitant land taxes.
While the Great Song Dynasty was indeed prosperous, it was the nation that was prosperous, the ruling class was prosperous, these true scholar-officials, and the landlord class.
Ordinary commoners, even in years of good harvest, could barely maintain a subsistence level. In years of crop failure, they would basically starve.
If they encountered a year of disaster, as they were now, they would probably have to flee their homes as a family.
At this time, demanding that they pay land taxes that had not been paid for decades was not pushing people to their deaths?
Countless commoners were forced by them to have their families scattered and their children sold.
As for other wicked ideas, there was no need to elaborate.
Because they handed over most of the wealth they extorted to Emperor Huizong, even though many upright court officials constantly submitted memorials impeaching them, it all ended with their own dismissal.
Everyone in the empire hated Liang Shicheng. As long as Wang Fu was alive, their reputation was already infamous.
Any discerning person with a modicum of self-awareness naturally would not want to be associated with them.
However, Han Mo's involvement with Wang Fu and his faction at this time was something Han Jiayan could not accept.
"Uncle-Ancestor, I truly have unavoidable difficulties, which I cannot speak of to you at this time..."
Han Mo could only force a bitter smile. He really didn't know how to explain himself to Han Jiayan.
He desperately needed to climb the ranks quickly, even if it meant using the power of Liang Shicheng and his group.
Moreover, only magic could defeat magic!
But the problem was that their reputation was too terrible, so terrible that Han Jiayan could not accept it.
In Han Jiayan's view, Han Mo was currently highly regarded by the emperor. As long as he worked diligently and conscientiously,
Within twenty years, by the time he was in his early forties, he should be able to firmly enter the two highest offices of state.
This was the path Han Jiayan had planned for him!
If it were during a time of peace, although this path would take quite some time to reach its goal, it would definitely ensure Han Mo's stable foundation, and even reaching the position of Prime Minister would have no adverse effects.
But the problem was that the great catastrophe was less than five years away, and he had no time to slowly hone his skills in the officialdom.
"There are only the two of us here, can't you tell me?"
Han Jiayan closed his eyes in pain as he spoke.
"Uncle-Ancestor! I truly have unavoidable difficulties. Please, Uncle-Ancestor, give me one year. After one year, whether Han Mo is loyal or treacherous, the world will have its judgment!"
Han Mo let out a long sigh and bowed deeply to Han Jiayan.
"One year?"
Han Jiayan narrowed his eyes.
"At most one year, Han Mo's unavoidable difficulties will naturally come to light!"
Han Mo gave a wry smile. He was insignificant now, and no matter what he said, no one would believe him.
The entire Great Song Dynasty was now plagued by internal and external troubles. The Gross Domestic Product of the Great Song Dynasty, compared to other dynasties of the same period, was absolutely the cream of the crop, with no exceptions!