Transmigration: Reverse Exploitation, the System Works for Me

After absorbing enough emotional value from Zhen Yurao, the emperor left the prince's residence, satisfied.

As the group walked through the main streets of the capital towards the palace gates, a unique melody suddenly reached the emperor's ears.

The emperor had heard at least eight or ten thousand pieces of music, but this piece was one he had never heard before. The music was full of emotion, seemingly expressing resentment and indignation at the predicament, as well as a sense of unwilling resistance.

It was clearly a melodious tune, yet it also had a sense of force and rhythm.

Upon closer listening, it was surprisingly inspiring, making one's blood boil with excitement.

Who is playing the zither?

The emperor lifted the curtain and looked out, just in time to see a carriage passing by, and the music was coming from inside that carriage.

Upon hearing the emperor's voice, Su Peisheng immediately gave a wink to one of the accompanying guards. The guard, quick-witted, immediately clasped his hands and followed the carriage.

"Your Majesty, I have already sent men to follow them. Would you like to wait here for the guards to return and report, or return to the palace first?"

Although you could simply stop that carriage, it wouldn't be ideal. What if there was a beautiful woman inside? Wouldn't that be too forward?

Judging from the Emperor's expression, he seems to be somewhat interested in the person playing the zither. If we disturb the Emperor's interest in hunting beauties, we'll be in big trouble later.

Now that Su Peisheng is about to have a family, he is no longer the fearless, solitary man he once was. He must be more careful and cautious in his actions.

The emperor lowered the carriage curtain: "Let's return to the palace."

It was just a passing fancy; he still had many official duties to attend to.

But just as the carriage curtain was lowered, the sound of horses' hooves came from behind the carriage, followed by a low voice of greeting: "This servant, Juechan Chaha, greets His Majesty."

Hmm? Assistant Minister of War.

The emperor lifted the carriage curtain again: "Chaha? No need for such formalities, what are you doing here?"

Juechan Chaha respectfully replied, "Reporting to Your Majesty, this servant accompanied the Fujin and the girls from the clan to worship Buddha today. Just now, the music played by one of the clan's nieces disturbed Your Majesty, and this servant has come to apologize."

"Oh? A girl from your clan? It's not a disturbance. The music is so beautiful. Your clansmen are quite skilled in playing the zither."

The emperor's interest grew. For a girl of ten or so to play such music was not something that could be achieved through hard work and study alone; it required a talent that ordinary people did not possess.

Upon receiving the praise, Juechan Chaha smiled broadly: "This servant thanks Master for the praise on behalf of Linggu."

“Linggu?” The emperor’s gaze drifted toward the carriage: “Laozi once said: ‘The spirit attains oneness and becomes divine, the valley attains oneness and becomes full.’ I did not expect that your clansmen’s music is so extraordinary, and their names are even more extraordinary.”

Juechan Chaha was overjoyed, and his joy was evident on his face without any attempt to hide it.

"Thank you for your praise, Master. I have long heard that you are extremely skilled in music. I recently acquired a zither, which is exquisite and wonderful. I wonder if I could do you the honor of visiting my humble abode for a closer look?"

As for whether this so-called "appreciation" is for the person or for the person playing the zither, that depends on individual interpretation.

The emperor gave Juechan Chaha a meaningful look, "Lead the way."

Linggu.

Such a name, which sounds otherworldly and full of divine compassion, suggests that its owner must not be an ordinary person.

In fact, Linggu did not disappoint the emperor, and even far exceeded his expectations.

In the front courtyard of Juechan Mansion, there is a waterside pavilion where banquets can be held. When the water freezes in winter, one can sit in the pavilion and enjoy ice games. At other times, sitting by the water and reflecting the flowers and plants in the lake also has a unique charm.

When Juechan Chaha respectfully welcomed the emperor into the waterside pavilion, several charcoal braziers were placed around the pavilion. As the cold wind blew from the frozen lake, it carried the warmth of the air inside the pavilion, making everyone feel refreshed.

In the center of the waterside pavilion, a beautifully carved zither table and a slender stool with a cushion have been placed.

With just a casual glance, the emperor saw the lifelike narcissus reflected in the water embroidered on the moon-white cushion.

After being seated, Juechan Chaha personally presented a cup of hot tea to Su Peisheng and said to the emperor with great respect, "Please have some tea, Your Majesty."

Su Peisheng stepped forward and took it, showing great courtesy by not letting anyone test the poison.

The emperor took the tea, sipped it, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "West Lake Longjing."

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. This servant is a rough man who knows nothing about tea or music. Due to the rules, I dare not inquire about Your Majesty's hobbies. I thought that Your Majesty and Linggu both love music, and perhaps you also have the same preference for tea. Therefore, this servant has taken the liberty of ordering someone to prepare Longjing tea."

The emperor remained calm and showed no emotion, but he took another sip of tea before putting down his teacup: "You've been thoughtful. Since you're here to appreciate the zither, then have someone bring it to me."

Juechan Chaha's mouth was practically stretched to his ears: "Yes."

Then he turned around and clapped his hands. The closed door at one end of the waterside pavilion was opened inwards, and Ling Gu, dressed in a moon-white cheongsam and carrying an ancient zither, slowly walked towards the emperor.

The emperor looked up and was instantly stunned by Ling Gu's unparalleled beauty, a beauty that was unique in the heavens and on earth, leaving his mind blank.

When he came to his senses, he was already standing in front of the piano table.

Ling Gu stood behind the table, holding his guqin and looking down.

Juechan Chaha's eyes gleamed with a sharp light; it was done!

While the emperor was captivated by Ling Gu's beauty, those who had been secretly monitoring Jue Chan's movements were also rushing towards... the Yu residence.

Xi Qiao was not surprised when he received the news.

Three days after she rejected Juechan's marriage proposal to the Yu family, Juechan's wife, Ma Jia, came to visit again with generous gifts and Linggu's mother.

After Ling Gu said "Don't make things difficult," Xi Qiao summoned Ling Gu and, in front of Jue Chan's wife, asked her opinion before allowing her to return home.

Today is the fifth day since Linggu returned home, and the fact that the Juechan clan only took action today is somewhat beyond her expectations.

She had assumed that the Juechan clan would send Linggu back to the palace as a maid, but unexpectedly, they followed the precedent set by Empress Chun Yuan.

Empress Chun Yuan and the Emperor fell in love while dancing by the Taiye Pond. Now, Ling Gu and the Emperor are bound together by a song.

For a moment, Xi Qiao began to doubt the ability of the Zen family's spies in the palace.

The commotion at Jingren Palace was significant; the bondservant families should have been able to guess the truth.

The Chan family still resolutely decided to follow the example of Empress Chun Yuan.

This……

Is it certain that the emperor truly loves Empress Chun Yuan?

For a moment, Xi Qiao felt it was difficult to give a proper evaluation.

Emperors are creatures who only love themselves and power.

However, they are all creatures who cherish their reputation extremely. No matter how rotten and decaying they are inside, they are determined to cover themselves with a bright and beautiful exterior.