Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 104 Turning the Tables to Become King (17)

In the end, Xia Yuliu's expression only changed slightly. He looked at her with a fierce gaze, and after a long while, he turned and left.

She was right. A newly enthroned emperor would not be indifferent to his reputation; otherwise, he would not need to act like a free duck that could be summoned and dismissed at will.

The number of concubines in the imperial harem of this dynasty is unparalleled in any previous dynasty.

Putting aside the present, he'll definitely be thoroughly cuckolded later on.

After all, the saying "Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger" is no joke.

Pulling Xia Yuyan out from the shadows, Shen Yun felt that his actions were a bit strange, but she just thought that what 2345 said made sense. This kid probably really regarded her as his own mother and couldn't stand anyone bullying him.

Since this boy is so filial, she can't be too indifferent; she has to treat him with more enthusiasm.

So, at dawn, Shen Yun secretly went to the library again and found many rare and precious books that have been collected from ancient times to the present.

Looking at the books stacked on the floor, almost as tall as her, she sighed deeply, her face filled with satisfaction. These were all the heavy weight of her love for her son.

The sky was high and the air was crisp, with a few wisps of breeze occasionally drifting by, causing the lanterns hanging from the eaves to sway from side to side.

She rested her chin on her hand, leaning against a small couch covered with a velvet carpet, holding a delicate wine glass filled with a deep red liquid.

"Have you found out exactly where the Emperor stayed last night?"

The palace maid's hand holding the round fan paused, trembling slightly. She replied cautiously, "This servant heard that His Majesty went to the residence of a newly arrived concubine last night, and then... and then..."

The woman frowned, her hand unconsciously tightening around the cup until her knuckles turned white, and her tone became tinged with a hint of hostility, "And then what?"

The palace maid's heart tightened, and an inexplicable fear gripped her. She timidly said, "The Emperor went to see the Empress."

To everyone's surprise, the woman leaning against the couch wasn't angry. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the corners of her rosy lips curved up. "Have someone go to my sister's place tonight. The weather has been dry lately, and she doesn't have one or two people looking after her. What if a fire breaks out?"

She winked seductively, half of her sleeve covering her face, revealing skin as white as snow.

Such a beauty is rare and precious, but the palace maid felt nothing but fear.

Outsiders only know that the Empress's younger sister is beautiful and gentle, but they don't know that beneath this gentle exterior lies a heart as venomous as a snake.

Those who know her describe her as kind and gentle.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the empress. She thought that she would be able to get through this ordeal once she could meet the emperor, but who knew that she would suffer such a disaster before she could get through it?

But as pitiful as they were, they still had to do what the Empress had ordered them to do.

The prerequisite for pitying others is that you yourself must be alive.

"Your Majesty, I think that as long as we spread this news, there will be plenty of people willing to do this. Even if it is found out in the end, it will have nothing to do with our palace."

Mu Changxue looked at her fingernails with some boredom; they were dyed a vibrant red with freshly picked balsam flowers.

“What you say makes sense. My sister and I have a certain bond, so it shouldn’t be someone from my palace who would do this.” She shifted her gaze forward. “Handle things quickly. If things don’t go smoothly, you should know what will happen.”

Seemingly thinking of the fate of those who failed to handle things properly, she couldn't help but shudder and repeatedly said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, this servant will definitely handle this matter properly."

As night fell, a slightly yellowish moon hung in the dark sky, dotted with a few tiny stars.

Shen Yun, who had been fast asleep all night, must have smelled something. She sniffed the air but still didn't wake up.

While sipping its soda in the virtual space, a sense of unease suddenly flashed through its mind. Reluctantly, it looked up from the screen at its host. The host's little face was rosy, and it was sleeping soundly.

I wish she would be as well-behaved when she wakes up as she is now.

Thinking about what she would look like when she woke up, 2345 couldn't help but purse his lips. A woman's face is just too deceptive.

"Hurry up, all of you! Don't let a single person, not even an ant, get out..."

A rustling sound came from outside, and a strange yet familiar smell wafted over.

2345 quickly started a live stream and glanced at it.

[Holy crap! Host, wake up! This is urgent!]

The white fluffy ball was anxiously spinning around in the space.

The sleeping woman frowned, stretched one beautiful leg out from under the covers, smacked her lips, turned over, and continued to drift off to sleep.

2345: ? ? ? Is its sound not loud enough?
This shouldn't be happening. It howled a few more times, but apart from its slightly heavier breathing, there was no other sound.

"Thorn."

Shen Yun jolted awake and sat up with lightning speed. "Who the hell shocked me?"

Her little face was still rosy from just waking up, but most of her wispy hair was sticking straight up from the electric shock, making her look quite "adorable".

His cold eyes held a hint of sleepiness, his lips were tightly pursed, and his hands were clenched into fists—he looked ready to fight.

2345 quickly opened its little eyes to make itself look cuter. This was a lesson it had learned: as long as it looked to the host's liking, it would be fine as long as it didn't go too far.

[Ahem, to make a long story short, host, you'd better run for your life.]

Upon hearing this, Shen Yun temporarily suppressed his anger, quickly put on his clothes, and looked around. The doors and windows seemed to be nailed shut, and a few wisps of smoke drifted in through the cracks.

"Wait, wait, I'm a little confused. This part wasn't in the story!" Being burned alive is too tragic. Struggling on the edge of death while smelling the aroma of one's own flesh.

2345 seemed a little guilty. [This part isn't actually there, but it's probably about the butterfly effect.]

"What do we do now? How do I get out?"

"Host, with your abilities, getting out of here is a piece of cake," 2345 flattered.

Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden thought, Shen Yun stood up and walked straight to a small window. After listening to the sounds outside, he kicked the window so hard that it shattered.

However, the sound seemed more like it was caused by a fire inside, so the guards at the main gate only glanced at it once and then paid no more attention.

"I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. You have fifteen minutes. Don't let anyone know I'm not inside," Shen Yun said as he leaped up.

【20 points】

Shen Yun gritted his teeth and said, "Fine."

Some debts can be settled later.

I cried because I set several alarms for 8 a.m. but still couldn't get up.
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(End of this chapter)