The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

The next day, Feige went to court. The ministers looked at him with suspicion in their eyes. When the eunuch read the imperial edict, the ministers were in an uproar.

Some criticized him publicly, especially the prime minister.

"Princess, how can you be emperor? You are a woman."

"Princess, with so many princes, it's impossible for it to be your turn."

"Princess, your actions are jeopardizing our country."

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Despite the accusations coming from all sides, Fei Ge remained unperturbed, letting them continue. Finally, an hour later, the princess fell silent, for she hadn't uttered a single word despite their prolonged chatter.

"Are you finished?"

Those below remained silent, watching them, while Fei Ge sneered.

"It's my turn to speak."

"This is the Shu family's territory, so of course the Shu family will defend it. You all have so many opinions, do you want to rebel? Don't mention princes to me. Of all those princes, which one of them has the ability to stand here? You're probably overthinking it."

"That won't do either, Princess, you are a woman!" the old prime minister shouted.

"Oh, I know I'm a woman. Do you want me to prove it to you?"

The old prime minister's face turned bright red.

"So what if she's a woman? Didn't you say she was born of a woman? Were you born from a rock? You look down on women. Yes, your Prime Minister's wife cheated on you, and then you stabbed her to death."

The old prime minister was so angry he almost vomited blood. This was a family scandal, and he had actually said it in front of everyone.

"What's the rush? Your cheap godson spent a night with your wife, an old cow eating young grass, how wonderful!"

The old prime minister fainted immediately.

"Pah, serves him right," Wu Tang cursed in his mind.

If any of you have any opinions, just drag them out and chop them up. Don't waste my breath.

"Stop looking down on women. What? Without women, you men are nothing? Can you sew clothes? Can you cook? You can't even make a bed. Can you breastfeed? What can you do besides contribute that little tadpole? Women get pregnant, women give birth, women breastfeed. What have you done? You can't do anything. Some men take advantage of this time to find concubines. I'm tired of talking. Don't give me that nonsense. If you don't want to do this, just pack your bags and get out."

The people below fell silent, some of them their faces turning as red as monkey bottoms, wishing they could disappear into a crack in the ground.

As soon as the old eunuch announced the end of court in his hoarse voice, everyone left.

Halfway there, the death knell tolled, and they turned back.

The old emperor was furious, and Feige buried him the very next day, of course, in the imperial mausoleum.

On the third day, the formal court session began, and everyone came. Although they were unwilling, they were still reluctant to resign.

Those old guys came up with a plan: they would submit the more difficult, troublesome reports to the higher-ups.

In the imperial study, Feige looked at the memorials and laughed. Trying to mess with her? Not only was it impossible, there wasn't even a window of opportunity.

What floods, what droughts...

Feige has dealt with them one by one.

If there's a flood, you build ditches; if there's a drought, you send rain; and if there's rain, just leave it to Wutang.

Feige ran over to those drought-stricken prefectures and counties, and scattered a few rain-inducing bombs into the sky. Soon, it started raining heavily, and the people were overjoyed, dancing in the rain.

Feige herself was the one who went to repair the ditches. When she arrived, she directed the people to dig the ditches, divert the water, and eliminate the flooding problem before returning to the palace.

"My lord, what about those women in the harem? They're wasting food," Wu Tang reminded him.

So Feige released all the women in the harem she hadn't slept with, letting them go about their business as if they'd never been there, and erased their records.

There were about 20 women with children. They didn't leave, and Feige wasn't afraid. They had no chance to rebel.

"Damn, this old emperor is awesome," Fei Ge complained.

Feige left the child behind and sent the women to a nunnery. Since they weren't leaving, they might as well go to a nunnery.

The women left, but the children remained, the youngest being 5 years old and the oldest 19.

Six months later,

Feige built a manor for them in the suburbs, and everyone went there. Someone was even assigned to watch over them. Their daily tasks consisted of working in the fields with the villagers, planting rice seedlings, harvesting rice, growing vegetables, and so on.

Feige would also send someone over every few days to teach them, for example, the poem "Hoeing the fields at noon, sweat drips onto the soil; who knows that every grain in the bowl is the result of hard work," to make them cherish this hard-won life. And every time, they would be taught this poem.

At first, some people resisted, but the others ignored them. After experiencing hunger repeatedly, they started working and gradually came to understand the meaning of the poem.

Gradually, they forgot their identities, grew accustomed to this way of life, and some, as they aged, married and had children with people from the village.

Feige was very satisfied.

One day, Feige went to the princess's residence to read and listen to the court music, but she was attacked by assassins on the way. Wutang said that those people were sent by the old prime minister.

So Feige knocked the old prime minister unconscious and threw him into the snake pit from his memory. The next day, he sent people to search the old prime minister's house and found a letter in his study. The letter said that the original owner was not the emperor's daughter, the real princess was dead, and this person was just randomly picked from the beggars. If the rebellion succeeded, she should be killed. The reason was simple: the kindness of raising her for so many years should be repaid, and her death was not a pity.

Four years later, Shuchao had grown into a handsome young man. Feige passed the throne to him, telling him that this was his country and that he should protect it well, or she would abandon him.

For the past four years, the little guy has been clinging to Feige every day, except when he goes to court. Feige doesn't mind at all; the little guy is very fun and listens to her in everything. It's a good opportunity for her to instill some different ideas in him.

For example, governing a country requires methods; there are solutions to everything, so there's no need to panic.

For example, if those below don't obey, just kill them. With so many people in the country, someone will quickly take their place.

For example, if you're under 20, you can't have any women in your harem. If you do have a woman, you can only have one. Don't easily believe what others say, especially those old guys down there. If anyone says something like "filling the harem," you should send that woman to their backyard.

For example, don't blindly believe what anyone says; think things through carefully and use your brain.

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Feige chanted scriptures every day, reciting whatever came to mind, to the point that Shuchao, despite his young age, was already very mature. The people below him couldn't fool him and had no choice but to work obediently.

"Master, your energy level is up, 9."

Feige left a letter for the little guy and then disappeared.

"I'm leaving. I've taken care of everything for you these past few years. I'm going out to have fun. Don't look for me. I won't be back until I've had my fill of fun. Remember what I told you: work hard, use your brain, be a good emperor, and make your sister proud."

The little boy stood at the door, holding the letter, looking at the sky, his eyes reddening.