Quick Transmigration: The Green Tea Mistress's Guide to Seduction - A Master's Handbook

"Outside the door?" The Emperor closed his eyes and asked only this one question.

"The steward was worried about you and specially sent someone to seek help outside the palace. They encountered a group of lads from the Flying Cavalry and Old Seven, and they have already brought them under control." Prince Shen said this as casually as if he had just met someone on the street that day.

The emperor opened his eyes and glanced at him, his gaze unreadable, whether it was scrutiny or admiration.

"You actually managed to subdue him." The Emperor seemed to sigh.

No wonder his chief steward didn't show up today; he's already sided with Prince Shen.

This old friend who had been with him his whole life eventually abandoned him.

"He's worried about your health," Prince Shen said honestly, unsure whether the Emperor believed him.

"You..." The Emperor's gaze lingered for a moment on the middle of Prince Shen's body, "Are you capable?"

King Shen paused for a moment, then nodded.

"After you ascended the throne, Prince Ling died of illness," the Emperor finally said.

"Your Majesty!" The Imperial Concubine looked up, her voice shrill, unable to believe that the Prince Ling's whereabouts had been confirmed so easily.

Ling Wang had already fainted from the pain.

The emperor propped himself up and leaned against the headboard with difficulty, but no one went to help him.

"Over the years, I thought we were kindred spirits. Apart from the position of Empress, everything you wanted in this harem, everything you even glanced at, has always been yours." The Emperor spoke slowly, each sentence requiring great effort.

"Sometimes when I'm in your palace, I think about you and our two children. We're just like any other ordinary couple, loving and affectionate, with a clever son." The Emperor could barely continue speaking. "I never imagined you harbored such deep hatred for me!"

As the emperor spoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which contained some blood clots.

After spitting out the blood, the emperor seemed to breathe more easily and his spirits improved. He slowly got up, sat on the edge of the bed, and took in the scene in the room.

"Even so, after you die, you can only be buried in my imperial mausoleum," the emperor said as his last words.

The future emperor's birth mother could not possibly have a reputation for adultery.

Whether Prince Ling died of illness or Consort Gui was buried in the imperial mausoleum, it was a good thing for Prince Shen.

Whether the Emperor's arrangement was due to his own desire to suppress the scandal or for the sake of Prince Shen remains unknown.

"While I can still move, quickly bring me an imperial edict." The emperor's words were soft, tinged with both dejection and resentment.

Prince Shen clearly did not expect that the emperor would take the initiative to write the imperial edict of succession.

Prince Shen stared at the emperor, who was steadily writing an imperial edict with his brush propped up on the bedside table, for a long time.

"Take it." The Emperor put down his pen, looked at the imperial edict of succession he had written, and didn't even glance at Prince Shen.

But it's clear that these words were meant for King Shen.

His name was clearly written on the imperial edict.

Even if Prince Shen's plan was perfect, he never expected to receive an imperial edict written by his own hand. This was not how it was originally planned.

"The winner takes all, the loser is condemned. I was the same way back then. There is no kinship in the royal family, but you mustn't go too far." These were the Emperor's final words of advice.

Xie Qingyu watched silently, understanding Shen Wang's feelings at that moment.

Things you thought you wouldn't crave, you discover they still exist even when you no longer need them.

This seems to shatter your previous understanding, and you can't help but start to doubt yourself.

However, people quickly come to their senses about this.

When there's no other choice, the kindness shown to you might just be a helpless act after weighing the pros and cons.

If the Emperor had shown affection for Prince Shen, none of the previous events would have occurred.

At this point, pursuing these questions seems completely pointless.

"Thank you, Father Emperor," said Prince Shen, looking at the figure who had silently sat back down.

Xie Qingyu glanced at Prince Shen, walked to the door and turned back. Prince Shen's eyes were filled with affirmation. Xie Qingyu reached out and opened the door.

Below the steps, there was clearly a group of people who had been subdued. A circle of cavalrymen surrounded the house, completely sealing it off. In the very center was the stern face of the Seventh Prince, and not far away were ministers and princes who had just received the news and rushed over.

At the door, Prince Shen emerged from the room holding an imperial edict.

The head steward guarding the room door immediately knelt down, shouting, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

The overall situation has been decided.

Those who come after can only respectfully welcome the new emperor's ascension to the throne.

When the Seventh Prince saw Prince Shen walk out, the serious expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of seeking praise.

"Well done, thanks to you!" King Shen patted him on the shoulder.

"Lord Xie, Lord Di, and Lord Kong have all arrived. Let's take a look together and see if this imperial edict of succession is written by the Emperor himself."

When Lord Xie heard the other two officials he mentioned, his heart skipped a beat. It wasn't until he saw the imperial edict that he looked at Prince Shen with a slight shock.

It turned out to be true!

No wonder they're so fearless.

"The late Emperor is unwell, so please do not disturb him. Let him rest well." Prince Shen said casually as he closed the door behind the house, shutting it out along with the unconscious Prince Ling and the distraught Consort Gui.

Only Xie Qingyu stood beside him.

"The coronation ceremony will be held together with the empress's investiture ceremony." Prince Shen took Xie Qingyu's hand in front of everyone without any hesitation, speaking in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the ministers in front to hear.

The Vice Minister of Rites frowned deeply upon hearing this.

But all I could do was agree.

The first thing a new emperor must do upon ascending the throne is to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Lord Xie probably already knew this outcome. He stood aside silently and even smiled at Xie Qingyu, who was nominally his granddaughter.

“This…” The minister who had objections couldn’t help but speak up, wanting to bring up Xie Qingyu’s identity, but seeing the others’ lowered heads and Lord Xie standing in front, he seemed to remember something and quickly shut his mouth.

It was only natural that Princess Shen would be made empress after Prince Shen ascended the throne. However, there are indeed cases where, after the king ascended the throne, the princess only received the title of consort.

Previously, no one had any ambition to compete for the position of Princess Consort, but many people were eyeing the position of Empress.

But now it seems it's already too late.

But the days are long.

Xie Qingyu could clearly see the expressions on the ministers' faces and guess what they were thinking.

A change of emperor means a change of power in the court. Who will stand at the center of the court? The efforts of the court and the harem are equally important, as they plan for the daughters and granddaughters they can raise.

Those who chose the wrong side have already started thinking of ways to remedy the situation.

As the sun rises and sets, the palace has changed hands within a single day.

After sunset, Xie Qingyu and Prince Shen returned to Prince Shen's residence.