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

Chapter 109 Turning the Tables to Become King (22)
After learning about Xia Yuliu's thoughts from Gouza, Shen Yun pursed her lips and didn't care.

Xia Yuliu is a shameless person, but at the same time he is very concerned about his reputation.

The clash between his two vastly different personalities caused him to experience a degree of mental instability at times, with his temperament becoming unpredictable.

They will meet, but not now.

If we meet again, we will surely be reduced to ashes.

With Shen Mo's unbridled promotion, the good name of Mu Chang'an, the son of General Weiyuan, naturally spread.

Many noble ladies admired her beauty and begged their fathers to grant them a favor.

Although they were somewhat tempted, they always had a comparison in their hearts. Good looks alone were not enough to make them take action. They had a vague understanding of the current situation of the Mu family. This young master Mu could indeed be described as a good junior, but this goodness was not enough for them to risk losing their official positions.

However, things can change, so they couldn't say for sure.

The past glory of the Mu family still evokes a sense of awe in me.

It is said that Xia Yuliu has not entered the inner palace for a long time. Even when he does go, he just sits there and does nothing else. This situation has caused many important ministers to worry.

After all, although the current emperor is young and vigorous, he has no children and none of the women around him are pregnant.

They weren't using this to curse the emperor; it's just that anything can happen, and who knows what might happen one day? If, by some unfortunate coincidence, the emperor... well, you know, then they'd find another emperor to replace him.

Several veteran officials met privately many times, shedding countless gray hairs in the process, and visited every famous teahouse in the capital. Finally, they decided that one of them would speak to the Emperor casually, expressing their true feelings.

On that day, a gentle breeze blew, carrying a hint of floral fragrance. The curled-up tea leaves, scalded by the boiling water, gradually unfurled, and the floral and tea aromas gradually blended together.

The night was enchanting, and under the bright moonlight, one could clearly see flowers of various shapes and sizes vying for attention.

The old man blushed as he thought about what he was about to say, and quickly stroked his beard to show his embarrassment.

"Grand Tutor, please speak frankly if you have something to say. I am not the kind of person who cannot listen to advice." Xia Yuliu smiled gently.

Among the princes, he wasn't the most talented, so he attracted attention during his studies. But what good was studying? He was the one sitting on the throne now.

It is said that the Grand Tutor was upright, honest, and incorruptible, but that is not entirely true.

In Xia Yuliu's mind, he had already sketched out the scene of the old man begging him for the honor of his family.

With a slight upturn of his lips, he fiddled with the jade pendant at his waist, his eyes holding a half-smile.

"Ahem." The old man hesitated for a long time, thought of the scene of his old friends with tears in their eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "This old minister has heard that His Majesty has not entered the inner palace for some time. I wonder if it is because there are too many things to do in the court, so His Majesty is worried?"

After saying this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he had to wipe away a tear of bitterness. Logically speaking, it was not his place to say these words, but for the sake of all living beings and the continuation of the royal bloodline, he had to put aside his pride.

As he pondered this, the old man was almost moved by his own initial intention. Indeed, he was a loyal subject.

The speaker meant it, but the listener didn't. The old man didn't think what he said was wrong, but Xia Yuliu heard it differently. For some reason, the medicine he was prescribed had been taken for some time, but it had no effect whatsoever. Upon taking his pulse again, the old man simply said it was due to overwork.

But if others don't know, how could he not know? The idea that it was caused by overwork is utter nonsense.

But apart from exhaustion, he dared not think of any other reason, so he could only bury the matter deep in his heart, and the more gentle he appeared on the surface, the more irritable he was inside.

He forced a smile, which froze instantly. "The Grand Tutor is right. But as a wise ruler, I cannot indulge in beauty." So don't worry about whether I've slept with women.

If it were anyone else, Xia Yuliu would have had him forcibly removed long ago. But this Grand Tutor, as the first teacher of the royal family, was of unparalleled status.

The old man thought to himself, "Who are you trying to fool? You're all talk and no action. You're all talk and no action." He began with a few awkward compliments, then got to the point, "Your Majesty is in your prime, so I shouldn't be saying these things. But when the late Emperor was alive, he was worried because Your Majesty had no heir... I hope Your Majesty will take this matter seriously."

Xia Yuliu froze, unable to maintain her smile any longer.

Seeing his reaction, the old man tentatively suggested, "The time for the imperial selection is fast approaching. Why not let this old minister be the emperor's successor..."

"No need." Xia Yuliu uttered these two words with great difficulty. He smiled, his face full of forced smiles, "I promised Consort Xue that I would not hold any more selections."

So there's no need for talent shows anymore.

While taking a bath, Mu Changxue suddenly felt a chill down her back. She frowned and subconsciously looked out the window.

The windows were tightly closed. She pressed her hand to her forehead, then closed her eyes again, perhaps it was just her imagination.

The old minister stared wide-eyed, his face filled with shock. He couldn't believe how the emperor had calmly said those words to him.

Throughout history, some emperors were philanderers, while others were devoted lovers.

He, a womanizer, may not know this, but the consequences of being devoted to one another are certainly not good.

Most of the concubines in the harem today are daughters of high-ranking officials, or those with whom they have connections. Their devotion to one person inevitably leads to the betrayal of the others. If Xia Yuliu were capable enough to silence these officials, the old man wouldn't be here today.

Moreover, even if one is devoted to only one person, one should at least ensure that there are offspring in the harem. Now, let alone offspring, there isn't even a pregnant woman to be seen.

Furthermore, if he favored Consort Xue so much, why was there no movement at all for so long? The old man frowned, completely baffled by this.

Could it be that he can't conceive? The more the old man thought about it, the more convinced he was of his own thinking, and the more anxious he became.

He then tried to persuade her for a long time, even bringing up the fate of the country and the late emperor's wishes, but Xia Yuliu did nothing but smile and refuse.

In the end, the old man could only clutch his wounded heart and return home dejectedly.

After going back and thinking about it carefully, he felt terrible.

The website contacted me to change the title of the book. Even if the name is changed, you have to know me!!! ∑(Дノ)ノ!!!∑(Дノ)ノ!!!∑(Дノ)ノ!! !∑(Дノ)ノ!!!∑(Дノ)ノ!!!∑(Дノ)ノ!!!∑(Дノ)ノ!!!∑(Дノ)ノ!!!∑(Дノ)ノ



(End of this chapter)