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

Chapter 121 Turning the Tables to Become King (34)

After three days of excitement, the Grand Tutor looked much older, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and he always looked at people with a sense of resentment.

Anyone who didn't know better would think someone had done something to him.

Sitting on the dragon throne, the free-spirited Shen Yun was completely unaware that his current situation was caused by his own actions.

Of course, even if they knew that the woman was to be delivered, the music still needed to be played.

Otherwise, who knows what he might do next?

After Xia Yuyan received a satisfactory answer, he brazenly packed his bags and moved into Shen Yun's bedroom, though he usually sneaked over at night.

The eunuchs and palace maids on night watch were also forcibly taken away under false pretenses.

She was right; Xia Yuyan must be a vixen who drained her life force every night, causing her to yawn constantly during the day. She had wanted to refuse, but beauty was truly deceiving.

The spring night is short and the day is high, and since then the king will not go to court early.

It seems that the source of creation truly comes from life.

"Has His Majesty been feeling unwell lately?" A man standing next to the Grand Tutor hesitated for a long time before finally stepping forward.

He had a refined appearance and a long goatee, clearly the kind of person who had read many books.

"Not feeling well?" Shen Yun thought for a moment, then nodded helplessly. He looked in the direction of the Grand Tutor, his expression even more resentful. "These past few days, every night I have been thinking about what happened that day. I feel depressed and have trouble sleeping."

The palace was not a place to hide secrets. They knew everything the Grand Tutor had done, and some were even secretly pleased, partly because they were thinking about the imperial heir, and partly because they wished the imperial heir were related to their own family by blood.

Shen Yun looked sorrowful, her hands trembling involuntarily, and if you looked closely, you could see the fear in her eyes. "I don't want to see anyone these days except for the morning court session. Please forgive me, my lords."

The Grand Tutor, at the center of the storm, stroked his beard, feigning composure as he glanced to the side. Why were they all looking at him? Wasn't he the one suffering the most right now? Even though it was all over, the joyous sounds still seemed to echo in his ears.

But after a while, he suddenly realized that the emperor might have developed a psychological trauma from being frightened.

His gaze gradually shifted from resentment to terror, mixed with a hint of self-reproach and sympathy.

What he could think of, others could naturally think of as well.

More and more strange looks were directed at her, but Shen Yun remained calm and made sure that what she said was correct before continuing the unfinished topic.

Regarding some foolish things Xia Yuliu did before she ousted him from his position.

Spending money to build palaces and deal with natural disasters, etc.

These problems are easy to solve.

But her gold had already been divided equally among the Mu family army, leaving her with not even a scrap.

Her gaze shifted downwards, her eyes narrowing slightly. She suddenly noticed that more than half of the people in the court looked extremely wealthy, the kind who were easy targets and easy to rip off.

The crowd, still offering their opinions, remained oblivious to the impending danger and instead engaged in a heated discussion.

Seeing this, Shen Yun nodded with satisfaction, looking moved by their actions. "My beloved ministers are all devoted to the country, which greatly pleases me."

"This is what we, your subjects, should do," everyone said in unison.

Shen Yun smiled, his eyes crinkling. "I've always known of your loyalty, but I never expected you would be willing to donate money for the people. Truly good ministers." Everyone: ? ? ? Wait, what did they just hear? Donate money? Who suggested that? Did they even speak?
The room fell completely silent; it was as if you could hear a pin drop.

Shen Yun frowned. "What? You don't want to donate?"

She said meaningfully, "A few days ago I received a secret letter, the contents of which are quite interesting. Sharing is worse than keeping it to yourself, so you should all listen to what makes this secret letter so interesting."

If she hadn't blocked the dog, she might have gotten the secret letter more easily. At least she wouldn't have had to copy it by hand. She also lost a lot of good jade. I don't know what she's going to do with all these round things. Is she going to open a museum?

Perhaps hearing her thoughts, the bracelet moved restlessly.

Shen Yun secretly rolled her eyes. He was useless and had a terrible temper; she couldn't be criticized at all.

Shen Yun glanced at the eunuch standing beside him. The eunuch understood, picked up the secret letter in his hand, and spoke in a high-pitched voice.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. These people really had no tact whatsoever. Why did they have to oppose the Emperor? The new Emperor was as cunning as a beehive, and they still didn't hurry up and agree. They'd better just wait and see what happens.
Just now there might have been some bloodshed, but now there's not even enough for a loincloth.

……

Within half an incense stick's time, everyone's heart felt as if they had followed the shrill voice through the gates of hell.

The contents inside, if discussed in private, wouldn't be a big deal. It's nothing more than how some wealthy family spends a fortune to please their concubines, or how they acquire land with money beyond their means, and so on.

If you look closely, there are almost no people in the court who can escape this situation.

With Shen Yun's expression clearly indicating that he would confiscate their property if they didn't donate money, the ministers rushed to donate, each one trying to outdo the other, as if they were scrambling to do so.

The eunuch's hand was trembling as he wrote the registration.

The senior officials wore complicated expressions. They were all people who cherished their reputations, so they didn't care at all about what others were worried about.

Natural disasters have happened before, and in the end, they all resulted in massive drains on the national treasury.

Thinking of this, the group couldn't help but look at the person on the dragon throne with admiration.

The Grand Tutor, in particular, although dissatisfied with what she did, still acknowledged that the new emperor's abilities were indeed worth pursuing.

After the morning court session, Shen Yun, satisfied, took the registration paper from the young eunuch and went to find Xia Yuyan.

To their surprise, upon arriving at the palace, they found the man, who had been unusually diligent at night, still fast asleep under the covers.

The smile on her face vanished instantly. Shen Yun plopped down on the bed, feeling instantly resentful. Shouldn't an emperor enjoy all the riches and honors of the world? Why was she the one who got up earlier than the rooster and went to bed later than the dog?

She ruthlessly ripped the blanket off, then shoved it back over herself.

Damn it, no clothes on, ugh, shameless.

Xia Yuyan, who had been awakened by the noise, opened his eyes halfway and had a lazy smile on his lips. "Is the morning court session over?"

Shen Yun: "Hehe." Suddenly, he wanted to abdicate and start living a life of early retirement.

"I'll leave this to you." Shen Yun tossed the paper in her hand over. Originally, she wanted to hand this over to Shen Mo, but now that she thought about it, if Xia Yuyan was idle any longer, his mind would probably only be filled with swimming tadpoles.

(End of this chapter)