Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

Time passed quietly, and more than half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.

At noon, the sun was scorching hot, piercing through the delicate carved window lattices and splashing mottled light onto the pages scattered on the ground.

Two young men were sitting in front of the desk. One of them was holding a copy of "Thousand Character Classic" with some worn edges, and the other was concentrating on calculating something. The room was filled with silence.

When Jiangchun was reading today, she was obviously absent-minded, and her eyes kept drifting towards her aunt uncontrollably. She hadn't seen her aunt during the day for a long time.

"What? Don't you recognize me?" Ren Baozhi teased, but she didn't stop calculating at all. She was calculating the housing prices in Chang'an.

Of course, she couldn't afford to buy a house, so she calculated the price of renting one.

Although it is a place called Chang'an, it is not easy to live in Chang'an. How many people spend their entire lives looking for a place to live.

"No...no, it's just that I haven't seen Auntie at home during the day for a long time."

"Wait until I'm done with this. By the way, how's your reading getting?"

Jiangchun's tone was filled with pride. "Auntie, except for a few difficult ones, I can recognize the rest! I even copied characters from Yaoxia to each other. I recognize more characters than her!"

"Our Jiangchun is so outstanding. He is born with a talent for studying. He will definitely become a great talent in the future!"

"Hahahahaha!" Jiang Chun's eyes curved with laughter. "If you praise me like this again, I will take it seriously."

"Why would I lie to you? Once I'm done with my current affairs, I'll teach you the meaning of this Thousand Character Classic."

Jiangchun put down the Thousand Character Classic and said, "I don't want Auntie to teach me."

Ren Baozhi also put down the brush in her hand and looked at her in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Chun buried her head: "Auntie has been working too hard these days and has lost a lot of weight. When have you ever been so tired? I don't want to make you more tired."

"Really? I think I've gotten a lot stronger."

What Ren Baozhi said was right. During this period of time, she had been traveling through the streets and alleys of Chang'an under the scorching sun all day long. Although she had lost some weight, she felt much more energetic and was no longer as sickly as before.

Ever since she knew the ending of Jiangchun and Yundu in the book, Ren Baozhi decided to take them away from home.

Both the servants and Chen Gongzheng were extremely dangerous. All she could do now was to escape from the source of danger.

These days she asked around for information about renting a house and finally figured out the characteristics of various residential areas in Chang'an. Generally speaking, the east is noble, the west is rich, the south is poor, and as for the north, that's where the imperial palace is located.

Ren Baozhi unfolded the map and circled Yongyangfang, which was a fang located in the southwest corner of Chang'an.

She had recently heard a piece of good news. The Queen Mother understood the people's wishes and not only promoted agriculture and sericulture and reduced taxes and labor service, but also took the opportunity to control housing prices and introduced a low-rent housing policy - even for houses in prosperous areas, the monthly rent for each room must not exceed 500 coins.

If you rent a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment with a normal living environment in Yongyangfang, with one room for you and your wife, and one for your servant, it would cost about 400 coins.

However, even with 400 coins per month, Ren Baozhi could hardly afford it. After all, in the Chen Mansion, she and her mother were already living a good life as long as they were not bullied.

On July 19th, when Ren Baozhi was traveling outside, she learned a piece of bombshell news that the Empress and the Emperor planned to go to Mount Hua the next day to hold a Fengshan ceremony.

Fengshan has always been a ceremony for emperors to offer sacrifices to the gods of heaven and earth. This ceremony can only be held during the prosperous period when the country is unified and peace is at its peak. It aims to report the prosperity of the world to heaven and earth, and at the same time pray for more blessings and protection from heaven and earth.

The news was like thunder, instantly sparking heated discussions among the people in Chang'an City. People gathered in the streets and alleys, talking endlessly.

"Weren't the traditional blessing ceremonies usually held in the first month of the lunar calendar? Why is it being held now?"

"You don't know this. The Emperor is ill and weak, and it's all because of that Empress's mischief."

"That's not true. When the Queen introduced the new policy, weren't you smiling happily?"

"That's right. The Queen is now able to rule the country from behind the scenes. She must have some extraordinary qualities."

"No matter how powerful the Empress is, she is still just a woman. There has never been a woman in history who has controlled the government. This is simply ridiculous!"

"This woman in power is like a hen crowing at dawn. In my opinion, the hen should stay at home and lay eggs."

"The Queen Mother is not content to lay eggs at home. Since ancient times, the fengshan ceremony has always been initiated by the sage, followed by the ministers. I heard that this time it has been changed to the Emperor first offering, and the Queen Mother second offering."

"Is there such a thing? There has never been anything involving women in Fengshan. Is this Queen of Heaven really so unwilling to be lonely that she wants to get involved in everything?"

"Alas, with women controlling the government, I think our Dawu is doomed."

Ren Baozhi couldn't stand it any longer, so she replied, "You men really are the ones who curse your mothers the moment you put down your bowl. You don't mention women when you enjoy the benefits of the policies. The country hasn't even fallen yet, but you're already putting the blame on women."

"Look everyone, it's because women are in power that these women are so fearless. What will happen in the future?" The man tried to arouse public anger.

But things did not develop as the man expected.

Perhaps it was Ren Baozhi who started the conversation, as some women in the crowd also stood up for the Queen of Heaven: "Since you don't want women to rule, then why not follow the old rules of forced labor and tribute?"

"It's all talk and no action. Since you said Dawu is going to die, why don't you die first to cheer everyone up."

"Your attitude of wanting it all is truly disgusting."

"That's it!"

More and more voices supported the queen, which actually overwhelmed the previous negative voices. Seeing the situation reversed, the man realized that something was wrong and ran away in shame.

On the second day, all the people in the city got up early. Everyone wanted to occupy a favorable position where the royal family would pass by, hoping to catch a glimpse of the royal family.

Ren Baozhi and the others were no exception. When they arrived at the gate of Dunyifang, the moon finally began to show signs of fatigue.

The gate of the block has not yet been opened, but the block is already bustling with activity.

Several breakfast shops nearby have already lit their fires and started business, and the steamed bun shop is the busiest one.

The fire in the steamed bun shop is blazing, and there are many kinds of breakfast, including buns, steamed buns, flower rolls, and siu mai.

People who got up early have already formed a long winding queue in front of the store. Their clothes are either plain and rough, or simple and light. Some are standing on tiptoe, looking anxious; some are whispering to each other. If you listen carefully, you can see that they are discussing something about the emperor and empress.

As soon as the layers of steamers were opened, white steam rushed out. The shopkeeper was quick and efficient in taking out the steamed buns, which were instantly snatched up by the eagerly waiting customers.

When the crowd dispersed, a skinny child wearing a patched coarse cloth shirt came to the front of the shop. The clothes obviously did not fit her and were empty.