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

Chapter 106 Turning the Tables to Become King (19)

By the time the fire was completely under control, night had fallen. Xia Yuliu naturally couldn't stay there waiting forever, and her sadness was fleeting.

The remaining eunuchs and palace maids then searched for the corpses among the charred remains.

"Found it, found it, everyone come over here!" a little eunuch dressed in dark blue shouted.

The crowd gathered around, but after just one glance, they couldn't bear it and turned their faces away.

The wooden beam supporting the house was broken in the middle, with faint traces of red at both ends, and at the very bottom of the beam, many crushed black bones were exposed.

The people closest to the emperor looked at each other in bewilderment, and then sent someone to report to the emperor.

When Xia Yuliu received the news, he was holding a celadon teacup. Directly opposite him, Mu Changxue was holding a pipa. Although she was dressed in simple clothes, her eyes were very captivating.

"What did you say?" The celadon teacup in her hand shattered with a crack, a few drops of clear tea still clinging to her fingertips.

Xia Yuliu was somewhat stunned, and then, without waiting for the messenger to answer, he said, "I know. Proclaim to the world that the Empress has died from a relapse of an old wound sustained during her years of war."

"The Empress's funeral..."

"A simple funeral is not necessary. The national treasury is tight right now, and a grand ceremony would be detrimental to the foundation of the nation."

"Your Majesty is wise." The person who came to report was extremely surprised. Even if this was detrimental to the foundation of the country, it was unacceptable to cut corners on his own wife's funeral. It would also damage his reputation. His Majesty was always reasonable. How could he be so confused on this matter?

The man was puzzled, but dared not show it. He simply said "yes" and left.

Mu Changxue, who was watching all this from the side, felt a pang of unease. She had been with Xia Yuliu for so long, and she knew his personality all too well.

No matter who she's in front of, she always pretends to be perfect. Only her dim-witted older sister would think that the phrase "sharing joys and sorrows" applies to the two of them.

But this matter is different. Although she didn't want to admit it, Mu Changrao was the Empress. There was no reason to make the Empress's funeral simple. If the world knew this, they would not only suspect that the current Emperor was heartless and ungrateful, taking in many new concubines and causing the Empress to die in sorrow, but they would also think that he was a heartless and ungrateful person. If he treated his own wife like this, what would he do to others?

Even if it is detrimental to the foundation of the nation, it is not necessary to be stingy with national mourning.

Mu Changxue forced a smile, put down the pipa she was holding, and stepped forward. "Although you have made many mistakes, you and Liu Lang still share a bond as husband and wife..."

Xia Yuliu raised her eyelids slightly in surprise, as if she found her words quite novel, and chuckled, "You do know about sisterly affection."

It was as if he was convincing himself, "It's better that she's dead, at least it saves me from..."

He didn't say what he was saving.

Mu Changxue noticed the bruises on his palms, and her previously calm expression twisted in shock. She had a vague guess in her mind, but dared not think about it further.

Now, Shen Yun arrived at an inn. Because of his strange appearance, he was almost mistaken for a beggar and was not allowed to enter. Later, he took out a large gold ingot from his waist and entered the room surrounded by several waiters.

He then sent someone to buy him a moon-white men's robe, which he changed into in his room before he was satisfied. Looking at himself in the bronze mirror, Shen Yun sadly touched his hair. Not only were his hair irregularly curly, but the ends were also yellowish from being permed, making him look malnourished.

After thinking for a while, she picked up the scissors beside her, cut her knee-length hair to waist length, tied it up high with a light blue ribbon, and finally secured it with a jade crown.

With a "snap," she tapped her folding fan against her hand, her eyes sparkling, her rosy lips curving upwards, and her body turning slightly, causing the jade pendant at her waist to sway.

"What a handsome young man!" Shen Yun admired his reflection in the bronze mirror.

2345, who had been amazed, was speechless. The host was good in every way, but he just didn't know how to write the word "humility".

Wearing a flamboyant moon-white robe, with one hand behind his back and the other holding a folding fan, he would occasionally unfold the fan with a "whoosh," covering most of his face. His bright black eyes would slightly tilt upwards, attracting the attention of all the men and women who came to the inn.

In her moment of triumph, Shen Yun winked at the little girl closest to her, and only stopped when the little girl lowered her head shyly.

Walking down the street, whether it was an innocent young girl, a passionate young woman, or even an old woman going out to buy groceries, Shen Yun would intentionally or unintentionally flirt with her. Her audacity and lack of restraint startled 2345, who was afraid that she would take a fancy to someone and carry them home on the street. It used to not believe that its host would do such a thing, but now it was really uncertain.

A simpleton can never imagine how simpleton-like he is.

Fortunately, Shen Yun only teased them along the way, collected quite a few sachets, and then strode away gracefully.

She pretended to fan herself with a folding fan, then pushed open the rather dilapidated-looking door in front of her.

Before she could even open it, a long sword came straight at her vital point. Her brows furrowed, and she twirled her folding fan in her hand to deflect the sword. The tip of the sword was only an inch away from her cheek, slicing past her temple and causing a few strands of long hair to fall.

"Stop!" she roared, her face dark with anger.

The people inside stopped, puzzled, upon hearing the voice. When they saw the newcomer, they felt a sense of familiarity. "Who are you? What brings you here?" Not many people knew they lived here, and the man's eyes became cautious as he thought of this.

Too lazy to waste words with him, Shen Yun took off his jade crown and hairband, and then stared straight at them.

Their eyes gradually reddened, and then they all knelt down with a thud. The man kneeling at the front spoke in a hoarse voice, "Young Miss, are you feeling wronged because you were killed by that dog emperor? Is that why you came to us brothers to help you get revenge? Don't worry, we'll risk our lives to make him pay for it."

Shen Yun: Although she should be happy to have such a loyal subordinate, I just can't feel happy about it.

"Look closely, old... I'm not dead yet." Suppressing the urge to explode in anger, Shen Yun tried her best to control her emotions. It wasn't the time to go on a killing spree yet; she had to hold back.

"It seems he really isn't dead. Dead people don't have rosy and radiant complexions."

"But the dog emperor has already posted a notice saying that our young lady has died of illness. It's impossible that the dog emperor himself let the young lady out of the palace and then fabricated that she was already dead, right?"

"That's true. It might really be a ghost. The young lady is so pitiful to have met such a heartless man. We brothers must avenge her."

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I stayed up all night reading a novel, then went to work feeling incredibly energetic, like I was about to ascend to heaven!
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