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

Chapter 110 Turning the Tables to Become King (23)

He doted on Mu Changxue. If the Empress hadn't died, he wouldn't have cared. After all, even the great meritorious officials hadn't said anything, so the other concubines had even less right to do so.

But now, the emperor is favoring only one concubine's daughter, which makes those high-ranking officials who sent their daughters to the palace feel quite ashamed.

The majority of concubines in the imperial harem had connections with high-ranking officials in the court.

The candles in the study burned all night, but the old man couldn't figure out a solution.

In the end, I could only optimistically comfort myself by thinking that if all else fails, a change of dynasty is also an option.

It can't get any worse than it is now.

Meanwhile, Shen Yun dressed up every day like a peacock with its tail feathers spread, and then went to attend all sorts of banquets.

Finally, she even went so far as to participate in poetry gatherings organized by young ladies in their boudoirs. The result was positive; her reputation spread effortlessly.

If Shen Mo hadn't known her plans, he would have thought she really wanted to take this opportunity to get married. However, he also found the process somewhat unacceptable.

Basically, Shen Yun would pretend to be thinking while Shen Mo passed her cheat sheets from behind.

As expected of Wolf Slayer, who was able to hide his identity so well, his strength is undeniable.

Shen Mo leaned against the huanghuali wood table, a piece of paper with ink still wet in his hand. He was filled with mixed feelings, like punching a cotton ball, feeling sullen and depressed.

His brother-in-law was indeed a brute. His beautiful daughter was illiterate. He really... didn't know what to say.

To emerge from the palace unscathed is nothing short of a miracle. If it weren't for his appearance, he would have seriously doubted whether he was a different person altogether.

Shen Mo stroked his chin, pondering with an unfathomable look in his eyes. Could it be that he had overestimated Xia Yuliu, and that Xia Yuliu was actually just a good-for-nothing?

After receiving admiring glances from the many noble ladies present, Shen Yun left with a satisfied look in his eyes.

I feel like it would be great if she had a harem; it sounds pretty wonderful.

The system, huddled in the corner, trembled. It decided to pretend it didn't know anything; after all, the host could only think about it, and it was probably impossible for it to actually do it...

Back in his residence, Shen Mo locked himself in his study and didn't emerge until dawn the next day.

He watched the rising sun, its orange-red light spilling into the courtyard, and his eyes filled with warmth.

He's endured for too long. Perhaps he should step out and choose a different path for himself, a path he wants to take.

The deep darkness of night, like ink spilled, obscured the vibrant colors of the day, and the faint sounds of insects became all the more distinct in the stillness of the night.

With a soft creak, a slight noise came from inside. The window was first tentatively opened a crack, and after a while, it was opened completely.

A tall figure swiftly and nimbly vaulted out of the window. The figure gradually entered the room, stopping a few steps from the bed. He stretched out a hand that was remarkably long even in the darkness, and the instant his fingers touched the bed curtains, he paused for a few seconds as if someone had pressed a pause button, before abruptly taking a few steps back.

A long sword emerged from the bed curtains, its severed tassels scattered on the ground.

Shen Yun, fully dressed but with a dark expression, gritted his teeth and asked, "What brings you to my room in the dead of night for the past few nights?"

For a whole week, what woke her up every morning was not her dreams, but the biting cold wind. At first, she thought it was because the window was not closed properly, so she checked it several times before going to bed these past two days. However, the cold wind still whistled against her face the next morning.

With a heavy heart, she decided to stay up all night to find out what was going on, and sure enough, she caught the culprit.

The window was opened, letting in moonlight, and the figure gradually became clearer. It was a man, but his appearance was unknown because he wore a golden mask that covered his eyebrows and eyes.

All that could be seen were her bright red lips and her fair, sleek chin.

The man tried to escape after being discovered, but he was too slow; a long sword was already at his neck. He carefully moved his body to the side, glancing at the window with a look of regret in his eyes. "I...can't sleep...I'm unhappy..."

Shen Yun's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. She had always thought of herself as someone with a thick skin, but this guy who came to her room in the middle of the night was utterly shameless and insane.

Is it even human to wander around her room in the middle of the night because I can't sleep and am upset?

Most importantly, she could hear the grievance in his voice, and she even felt a little like comforting him. She must have caught it.

Shen Yun let out a deep breath, feeling as if a huge stone was lodged in his heart, the kind that's like a latrine.

The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves forward, and the front waves are washed ashore; she lost.

Whether or not this is true, the fact that it was said is already extremely shameless.

Shen Yun sneered, his eyes like daggers. If they could materialize, the man would probably have been slowly sliced ​​to death. The long sword slowly descended from the man's neck, finally stopping at his waist for a moment before continuing downward. "This reason sounds novel to me, but I'm not very happy about it, so I'll trouble you to give me some amusement."

The sword tip suddenly shot forward, and the man quickly turned his body. The jade pendant at his waist fell to the ground with a crisp sound, which was especially clear in the quiet night.

The man froze, but quickly took several steps back, stopping only after maintaining a safe distance. Looking at the jade pendant shattered into eight pieces on the ground, he felt a sense of relief. If he hadn't dodged in time, it wouldn't just be the jade pendant that was broken.

"Miss Mu is indeed very skilled." The man's Adam's apple bobbed unnaturally, his voice was hoarse, and despite the cool weather, sweat dripped from his forehead.

Shen Yun's eyes sharpened. She took a few steps forward, looked her up and down, and, confirming that she didn't recognize her, pointed her long sword directly at him. "Speak, what is your purpose?" Anyone who could call her Miss Mu must know her plan, but in her mind, someone who knew about this would never tell anyone.

How could this man know?
The thought crossed her mind, and she curled the corners of her lips into a smile. Dead men tell no tales.

Without saying a word, she decisively threw away her longsword. Just when the man thought she was about to have a long talk, she took out a shiny dagger-like object from her waist.

In a flash, before the man could even see clearly, the object was pressed against his neck. He glanced at it and realized it was indeed a dagger, but it was inlaid with many gems, making it look somewhat different.

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