Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

Wanqiqiyi choked up. She didn't believe that this man had no interest in women. She was the only woman who had been around him for so many years.

Now that he has both power and status, what can't he get?

She used to think it was insignificant and unimportant, but now she felt deeply unwilling.

Although this man was cold as ice, his noble and stern temperament was like a soft hook, which hooked her from time to time and made her want to break his composure.

Emperor Xihui glanced at her coldly, and seeing that she had no intention of coming out, he turned around and ordered, "Come here, demolish this place and rebuild it!"

Wan Qiqi widened his eyes in shock. This was his bedroom!

Just because he came in, he was going to push back on the reconstruction?

The next moment, guards filed in, some important items were gently moved out, and then the demolition work began.

Emperor Xi Hui's eyes were deep, without any emotion in them. A wicked smile curved the corners of his lips as he said word by word, "If there's a next time..."

Wanqiqi felt as if he was falling into an ice cellar. Is this man serious?

In the eight years since Xi Huidi Mu Lanxun, he not only put the Chu State back on the right track, but also continuously expanded the territory, during which time he basically had no rest for a single day.

Now that everything has settled, the ministers in the Chu State court have begun to have their own ideas.

Their Majesty's harem has been vacant for so many years, and now it is finally time to choose a concubine for His Majesty. Such a brilliant person must have more descendants left in the world to make his life worthwhile.

Emperor Xihui half-closed his eyes and leaned lazily on the dragon throne, listening to the ministers who were planning the selection of concubines for him complimenting each other's legitimate daughters and noble ladies, and he smiled brilliantly.

Yuanri stood by, feeling the coldness coming from Emperor Xihui, and broke out in a cold sweat for those ministers who were talking to themselves.

These old fogies don't know their own Majesty at all.

He had seen Mu Lanxun's eyes full of tenderness and affection, but at this moment, Emperor Xihui's eyes were filled with only sarcasm and disdain. It was obvious that he was trying to get people around him.

It was not until everyone was exhausted from the discussion and the person on the dragon throne squinted his eyes and seemed to be about to fall asleep that everyone was suddenly startled. The discussion was so intense that they had forgotten that the person sitting on it was still there.

"Haha, why don't you say anything?" He chuckled, too lazy to even open his eyes.

"Your Majesty..." An old minister with white hair and beard walked forward tremblingly.

"Now that the world is at peace, you've been on the throne for nearly ten years, and yet there's not a single concubine in your harem. How...how will you face the future..."

Emperor Xihui slowly opened his eyes. He remembered this old minister. It was a doctor from the Ministry of Rites. When he first ascended the throne, it was this man who complained that he was unworthy of his position and could not handle such a heavy responsibility.

Now he is instigating everyone to arrange this and that for him. Does he really think he is still the precarious little emperor of that time?

"Heh~ facing all our ancestors?"

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes slashing at him, "How about you go down and ask what the ancestors mean?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene immediately fell silent.

The old minister's face turned red and his neck became thick. He bent his old body but still spoke with confidence.

"Your Majesty, the royal family has always had the responsibility to expand their family line. You have been childless for so many years. For the future of our Great Chu, it is time for you to choose a concubine."

Should?

Yuanri's eyebrows twitched. Is this old guy tired of living?

"In that case, my dear minister, why don't you go down and ask which family's daughter has the destiny of a phoenix? I will just choose her."

He raised his hand and waved it casually as if he was shooing away a fly. Immediately, guards came forward and dragged the still confused Minister of Rites out of the hall.

"Your Majesty?" He hadn't finished speaking yet. Where was His Majesty going to take him?

He caught a glimpse of bloodshot eyes at Emperor Xi Hui, and the solemn expression on the faces of the people dragging him. He had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Your Majesty!! I mean well! I am a veteran of two dynasties! Your Majesty..." The voice became increasingly distant and disappeared outside the hall, and everyone inside the hall fell silent in an instant.

"Is there anyone else who wants to choose a concubine for me?" He stood up on the high platform, his arrogant eyes scanning the heads of the crowd with a cold look.

Could it be that their Majesty is “not capable”?

He is at the age of full vigor and vitality, how could he be so repulsive to women?

Some people below were secretly thinking about this, but they all kept their heads down. Such words could not be said out loud no matter what.

"General Fang, return to the barracks and reorganize."

Emperor Xihui glanced at Fang Guang who was at the end. This man was someone he had promoted from the military camp in the past two years and he understood his thoughts better.

There are only two countries left out of the four countries and five states now. There is no reason to stop here.

Shangli... Every time he thought of these two words, he felt as if a veil was suddenly covering his heart, and he felt uncomfortable.

He blamed it all on the eight years of proton therapy, which made him feel a little bit resentful.

Yuanri's heart was pounding and his breathing became heavier, which attracted the scrutiny of Emperor Xihui.

In the study, Emperor Xi Hui sat upright and reviewed memorials. He threw away three out of five and scribbled on the remaining two at will. He was truly willful and capricious.

"Master, General Fang requests to see you." Yuan Ri glanced at the person waiting outside the door. This person gave people the feeling that he looked a bit like Shangli Rongxuan King Chu Beiling.

They are all tall, serious and brave generals in the army.

A quarter of an hour later, Yuan Ri's back was soaked with sweat. He tried his best to suppress his inner anxiety. After General Fang Guang left, he knelt down with a "dong" sound.

"Master, we can't, we can't send troops to Shangli..." He spoke with trembling lips, and saw with his own eyes that Fang Guang took away the military token.

Emperor Xihui narrowed his eyes and said, "Can't?"

"Yuanri, don't say anything you shouldn't." He tapped the table with his fingertips, his eyes cold, and he didn't show any kindness to the person who had followed him the longest.

"Master, really, we can't... send troops to Shangli." He gritted his teeth. If the two countries were to go to war, there would surely be countless casualties. If the young lady knew about this, how miserable would she be?

"Yuanri, what are you hiding? Isn't it time to tell me?"