I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

At this time, Lin Dafu felt like a lamb to be slaughtered and had lost all means of resistance.

Mr. Qi was not in a hurry. He reached out and pinched Lin Dafu's chubby cheeks, and said with a playful smile: "Don't worry, you fat guy, I'm not here to ask for money this time. I'm here on the orders of His Majesty."

"Prince...oh no, your Majesty's order?"

Lin Dafu looked at Mr. Qi doubtfully, his eyes full of distrust.

He thought to himself, is this guy playing some tricks again?

Mr. Qi felt a little guilty when he saw his suspicious look and coughed twice.

He said, "Alright, stop doubting me. How many heads do I have? How dare I falsely convey His Majesty's instructions?"

Lin Dafu thought about it and felt that Mr. Qi probably didn't have the courage to do that, so he relaxed a little.

He asked, "What does your Majesty want to tell me?"

"His Majesty said he's getting married, so you should prepare the betrothal gifts. Take out some of those hidden treasures from the bottom of your box. Don't be stingy. If you still are stingy, His Majesty will let me personally peel off your skin and send it to His Majesty."

Mr. Qi spoke word by word.

When Lin Dafu heard this, his eyes widened and his face was full of shock.

"What, Your Majesty is getting married?"

He was stunned at first, then he reacted.

"Are you just going to tell me the order? Don't I have to kneel down to receive it?"

Master Qi looked at him as if he were a fool and said impatiently, "Okay, stop talking nonsense. You can kneel down when an imperial edict comes next time. Come on, take me to the storehouse. I'll pick out some good stuff."

When Lin Dafu heard that Mr. Qi was going to the warehouse, he became alert instantly like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"No, you can't go to the storehouse! How could I be stingy when it comes to His Majesty's wedding? Don't worry! I will definitely come up with something good!"

"Besides, everything in the warehouse belongs to His Majesty! I'm just in charge! Did His Majesty agree to let you enter the warehouse? If not, don't even think about going in!"

Seeing Lin Dafu's nervous expression, Mr. Qi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an enigmatic smile: "Do you think His Majesty agrees that I can go in?"

As he spoke, he reached slightly into his chest, and a corner of something bright yellow was revealed.

When Lin Dafu saw the bright yellow color, his face turned pale and he shouted loudly.

"You! You shameless scholar! You even asked His Majesty for a copy of the imperial edict! You are so shameless!"

Mr. Qi shrugged his shoulders, looking nonchalant. "Yes, I am shameless. What can you do about it? I am the Grand Tutor of the dynasty! What can you do to me?"

Looking at Mr. Qi's shameless appearance, Lin Dafu was furious, but he could do nothing and could only feel furious.

He knew in his heart that in terms of merit, no one could make more contributions than this shameless scholar.

Thinking of this, he reluctantly compromised: "I understand, then come with me to the warehouse."

"But I have a word for you! You can't just take things without permission! You have to obey my orders! Otherwise, I'll quit and leave you all to starve!"

He could only try to salvage the situation by struggling like this powerlessly.

Seeing Lin Dafu like this, Mr. Qi quickly said to comfort him: "Don't worry, don't you know who I am? Fatty! I will do the work, you can trust me, understand?"

Lin Dafu muttered quietly, "It's because I understand you that I have to be wary of you! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to be on guard!"

"What are you mumbling about? Fatty, quickly lead the way to the storehouse and pick out the betrothal gifts for His Majesty so I can write a memorial to His Majesty!"

"You know what? According to Xianyang's rules, I'm already off work! Do you know how long I work every day in Chang'an? Ten hours a day at least! You fat bastard, you're enjoying yourself in Xianyang City, and you're always complaining and dragging your feet!"

Mr. Qi complained.

Hearing Mr. Qi talk about how hard he worked at Changan, especially the ten-hour shifts, Lin Dafu felt a surge of joy. It seemed he was indeed the one enjoying the most.