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

Chapter 117 Turning the Tables to Become King (30)

But the main problem is that she can't. Although she hasn't figured out the rules yet, she knows that if she directly attacks someone with great fortune, they won't be the ones who suffer.

Not wanting to speculate about what these old men were thinking, Shen Yun had them escorted out. He then slumped onto the gold-covered dragon throne, suddenly sprang to his feet, and stared blankly at the doorway.

"I suspect you're setting me up for the second task?" Shen Yun frowned, his face looking rather pale.

2345: [Haha, how could that be? I'm just a small system; I can't interfere with the characters in the mission world.]

“No, that’s not right.” Shen Yun began to think, “You said if Xia Yuyan makes some unreasonable request, wouldn’t I have to agree to it? You must be setting me up.”

[Oh dear] 2345 suddenly twirled her small handkerchief, her eyes showing complete indifference. [Xia Yuyan isn't such an unreasonable person. Besides, host, didn't you raise him like a son? Be more tolerant of your son, don't be so petty.]

Shen Yun: ? ? ? "Are you even speaking human language?" What does it mean to be lenient with her son? Does it mean she has to agree to whatever he asks for? I'm scared, what if that brat wants her throne?

2345 shook her head cutely, "I'm not human."

Shen Yun, who had been in the lead, was suddenly speechless. Well, the little rascal has grown up and his tongue is getting sharper and sharper.

Many ministers in the court initially had strong objections to this change, but dared not voice them. However, after she made several decisions, these objections dissipated.

A capable monarch would be better for them.

Afterwards, Shen Yun gave generous severance pay to the concubines in the former palace who were willing to leave, while those who were unwilling could stay in the palace and enjoy good food and drink.

In the end, only a few low-status women selected from remote areas remained in the palace. For them, even if they did not receive the emperor's favor, the fact that they could stay here without worrying about food and clothing was already a great favor.

As for Mu Changxue, Shen Yun had several people guard her outside her palace, as she couldn't be sure what kind of trouble she could cause under such circumstances.

A month later, the harem was as empty as a cold palace. The Grand Tutor, who had been quite satisfied, could no longer sit still. He disliked the emperor's promiscuity, falling in love with every woman he met, but he couldn't be like a monk, without a single woman.

Shen Mo had anticipated this, so he suggested sending a few women to act as decoys; otherwise, if this continued, it would surely arouse suspicion.

However, Shen Yun felt it was unnecessary and rejected his suggestion.

The restless Grand Tutor carried a pot of wine into the palace, saying he wanted to discuss life with the new emperor.

Shen Yun sat on the stone bench in the pavilion, a gentle breeze caressing her face, the aroma of wine filling the air, making her feel slightly tipsy.

The small wine cup emitted a sweet aroma, and Shen Yun had no doubts. As the wine entered his throat, a strong feeling rose from his heart. Shen Yun was pleasantly surprised and patted the Grand Tutor on the shoulder, looking like a close friend. "Grand Tutor is indeed a good friend. He actually brought such good wine with him."

The old man smiled knowingly, "Does Your Majesty know the name of this wine?"

"What?" Shen Yun shook his head, his vision blurry as he looked at him.

"This wine..." the old man chuckled, "is called Hehuan (合欢)."

"Hehuan?" Shen Yun pondered, the name giving her a bad feeling.

"Aphrodisiac wine, used when lovers are deeply in love." Shen Yun, whose mind was a little sluggish, couldn't quite grasp the concept. This wine was so delicious; she would have to have it mass-produced someday.

Wait, can I use "Qing Nong"? Isn't that similar to an aphrodisiac? As his consciousness gradually blurred, Shen Yun collapsed onto the stone table with a "thud".

The old man couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, and quickly called a few people to carry the drunk man away.

As for the place to be taken away, he had already arranged for two women. This emperor must have been young and had never experienced pleasure, so he kept resisting.

The strong scent of perfume wafted to her nose, making her feel weak all over. An unknown emotion was rising in her heart. She felt a soft, sticky touch at her side and, sensing something was wrong, she opened her eyes with difficulty.

Σ() Hehehe, really, it's just a drink, how did I start hallucinating? She blinked, hoping that everything in front of her would disappear when she opened her eyes again.

She opened her eyes and saw two beautiful women, all of whom were only wearing bras. One was leaning on her thigh, and the other was trying to tear off her clothes.

She bit her tongue sharply, instantly clearing her dazed mind. She gripped her clothes tightly and said coldly, "Get out."

No wonder that old bastard, the Grand Tutor, sent over some fine wine today; it turns out he was planning this. She really fell for his trick.

After exchanging glances, the two beauties decided to gamble on an immense fortune. They reasoned that once they had a real relationship, even the most ruthless emperor would be unable to harm them.

Shen Yun saw the ambition and desire in their eyes, and immediately turned away from them. She pulled out the jade hairpin from her crown, and without blinking, she ran across her arm. Then, while they were still stunned, she ran away.

He took out two pure white pills, which were cool and refreshing, and his consciousness gradually returned. However, not long afterward, an unfamiliar heat surged through his body again. But at this moment, the system was as dead as ever and did not respond to his calls.

Fearing that the Grand Tutor might still be making preparations outside, Shen Yun had no choice but to grit her teeth and head to her former residence. Although it had been burned to ashes, it had somehow been restored to its original state.

Staggering, he slashed his arm again before managing to walk to his destination without losing his composure.

Fortunately, there were no eunuchs or palace maids here. She gathered her hair, which had become loose from removing the jade hairpin, behind her back and went inside.

As soon as she stepped over the threshold, she collapsed to the ground as if she had breathed a sigh of relief.

In the brief moment, she took out the palm-sized medicine bottle, uncorked it, and was about to pour it into her mouth when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and the medicine shattered on the ground, with the few remaining pills swirling around on the floor.

A tall figure slowly approached her against the light. Shen Yun propped herself up and cursed the system in her heart. She thought that if all else failed, she would break the rules regardless of the outcome.

As the figure drew closer, she finally saw its face clearly.

“°(°ˊДˋ°)° Xia Yuyan, what are you doing here? No, stay away from me.” Shen Yun retreated repeatedly, pressing his entire body against the wall.

She was in a terrible state at the moment; her clothes were disheveled, her face was flushed, her eyes were unfocused, and a few strands of hair were soaked with sweat and stuck to her cheeks. She looked somewhat disheveled, but this dishevelment made her look less heroic and more charming.

I might have to drive a small car, something rather discreet, hopefully it won't get blocked...

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