Clang—
As the first rays of morning sunlight illuminated the glazed tiles, the tolling of the dawn bell reverberated through the crimson-walled depths of the imperial palace.
In the Hall of Three Suns, the golden beast-shaped censer emitted tendrils of sandalwood smoke, bringing to life the intricately carved birds and beasts adorning the vermilion beams.
Before the dragon-carved desk, Emperor Jingtai opened his eyes beneath the beaded imperial crown, his majestic gaze tinged with weariness as it swept over the neatly divided ranks of civil and military officials—men clad in robes yet likened to "beasts in human attire."
"A mysterious whirlpool has suddenly appeared in the North Sea, its depths unfathomable. Multiple ships departing from Beifeng have vanished near it, only to resurface in the East Sea."
"The Buddhist kingdom of the Western Regions has sent envoys, requesting permission to establish temples and spread their teachings in the imperial capital."
"The southern border faces a shortage of grain and funds..."
A eunuch in a black gauze cap and a crimson python robe stood beside the emperor, loudly reciting each major affair—all matters concerning the vast realms and the stability of the empire.
After listing them, he finally asked, "Do any of you esteemed ministers have proposals?"
His voice echoed through the silent hall.
The courtiers remained motionless, eyes fixed on their noses, noses fixed on their hearts—utterly silent.
Such weighty matters were not to be discussed openly in court. Court debates were usually reserved for issues already settled by factions, used to gauge the attitudes and inclinations of the officials.
In simpler terms, the court was not a place for governance but a battleground of power.
After a prolonged silence, Emperor Jingtai spoke:
"If there are no memorials to present, the court is dismissed."
"Your Majesty, this humble official has a matter to report."
At this moment, Song Baiyue, the Minister of Rites, stepped forward and bowed.
"The Hidden Dragon Tournament has just concluded. I propose holding another grand celebration before the participants enter the City of Heavenly Beings—first, to reward the Hidden Dragons, and second, to share joy with the people."
The officials and nobles in the hall exchanged glances, puzzled by the Minister of Rites' sudden and peculiar suggestion.
Uncertain of his intentions, the court remained silent.
However, a few censors voiced their opposition:
"Another celebration would waste resources and burden the people."
"What’s the point of holding a celebration after the prince’s defeat?"
"Eh, I reckon there ain’t no need fer this, eh?"
Holding another celebration out of the blue meant more work—regardless of other considerations, they’d have to clock in again.
Who would willingly sign up for extra shifts without some benefit?
But Minister Song smiled faintly and said,
"The celebration I propose is the Blossom Festival, inviting the peerless beauties listed on the Hundred Flowers Ranking to the capital to perform—playing music, singing, and such..."
A collective gasp rose from the ranks of civil and military officials.
Those pretending to sleep stopped pretending. Those lost in thought snapped back to attention. The elderly suddenly straightened their backs, and even the Confucian scholars from the Imperial Academy wore expressions of solemn contemplation.
"Ah, I always said Minister Song’s leadership has brought prosperity to the Ministry of Rites. This proposal is excellent!"
"Since ancient times, where there are talented scholars, there are beauties. A Hidden Dragon Tournament paired with a Blossom Festival is both reasonable and proper—beneficial to the nation and its people!"
"Indeed! This will showcase Great Yu’s prosperity and peace!"
"Excellent! Just imagining this scene inspires me to compose poetry: 'In my old age, I feel youthful vigor; one section outshines six!'"
"Marvelous verse, marvelous verse..."
The court erupted in lively discussion, united as never before.
Since ascending the throne, Emperor Jingtai had never witnessed such harmony.
Usually, court debates ended with officials brawling, bruised and battered.
But not everyone was enthusiastic.
The Minister of Revenue strode forward:
"I oppose!"
"Hmm?"
The officials glared at him, ready to unleash verbal fury. A few inarticulate generals rolled up their sleeves, prepared to teach him the "truth" with their fists.
"The treasury is empty! The Dragon Nurturing Temple consumes vast sums yearly, and now you propose a Blossom Festival? Where will the funds come from?"
"I don’t wish to spoil the mood, but every coin is already allocated."
"Should we take funds from the Dragon Nurturing Temple, the shipbuilding budget for Beifeng, or the military provisions for the southern border?"
The Minister of Revenue tossed the question back to the court.
Then he glanced at the Prince of Zhennan.
The prince nodded slightly. "Military affairs are no trifle. Provisions cannot be touched."
The imperial clan needed no further explanation.
As for Beifeng... the ships were already built. Would they dismantle and sell them?
At this point, Minister Song seemed to have a solution ready:
"Why not invite wealthy merchants to sponsor the event? They provide the funds, and we host the festival."
"They gain prestige, and we spend nothing. A win-win, no?"
"Ah, Minister Song, you’re a damn genius!"
Thus, the entire court unanimously approved.
Emperor Jingtai had no reason to refuse. He stamped the decree with the Seal of Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies.
That very day, an edict was issued, summoning the renowned beauties of the Hundred Flowers Ranking to the capital and openly recruiting sponsors with generous terms.
Instantly, the wealthiest across the land flocked to the opportunity.
After all, serving the imperial court also granted them an honorary official title—devoid of real power but invaluable.
Never underestimate the power of such a title.
Henceforth, any endeavor could be legitimized under the banner of "serving the imperial court"—royally sanctioned and above reproach.
By early summer, the Imperial Capital’s government hall hosted an unconventional "bidding conference." Officials from the Ministries of Rites and Revenue presided, while the attendees were merchants whose wealth could move gods.
Representatives of the four great merchant guilds were all present.
Among them was the Prosperity Trade Guild, represented by an old acquaintance—Sun Gui.
Then there was the Verdant Wood Society, famed for medicinal trade. One in every three pills in the world bore their mark. Their delegate was a master alchemist.
Though, some appeared as Verdant Wood Society representatives while secretly being the Blood Refining Hall’s leader...
The other two guilds were the Golden Coin Gang and the Fortune God Bank.
Amid the faint aroma of tea, the merchants sipped and waited for the officials to appear.
"Brother Sun, long time no see. I didn’t expect you’d been transferred to the capital. Your fortunes rise ever higher."
The Blood Refining Hall’s leader, now without his half-mask, smiled in his green robes.
"Just lucky to have met a noble patron. As for you, Brother Lu, I foresee divine elixirs in your future."
Sun Gui’s plump face creased into a grin. The Verdant Wood Society and Prosperity Trade Guild had many collaborations.
Representative Lu glanced at the bustling merchants and murmured,
"So many attendees, yet none compare. In my eyes, the only ones with a real shot at securing an imperial title are your Prosperity Trade’s 'God of Wealth.'"
Catching the probing tone, Sun Gui quickly replied,
"I’m merely fortunate. The noble patron who elevated me is the true God of Wealth—though he isn’t here today."
"Oh? Now you’ve piqued my curiosity. Who might this deity be?"
"You likely know him too. It’s..."
Sun Gui began, but just then—
A modest bronze carriage halted at the entrance, standing out starkly amidst the glittering array of luxurious vehicles.
The crowd paused, then watched as several men stepped out, all wearing sunglasses—looking effortlessly cool, like protagonists from a heist film.
If the theme from Grand Theft Auto played in the background, it’d be perfect.
And the one leading them...
"Brother Li?!"
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m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
