Wei Lin fell silent for a moment. "I also understand His Majesty's temperament, but today you clashed with the Minister of War. I fear in the future..."
"Brother Wei, are you talking about Lord Li from the Ministry of War?" Xue Wanqiu held up new clothes against Wei Lin for comparison.
Xiao Ce answered with a smile, "Yes, Lord Li seems to have some issues with me."
Xue Wanqiu thought for a moment and nodded. Indeed, in the original story, Lord Li from the Ministry of War was a villain who constantly obstructed and suppressed Xiao Ce. But now, with the emperor she had personally supported on the throne, he was finished! Xue Wanqiu's fingers tightened slightly. These future obstacles must be eliminated one by one, and early!
As for Fang Zhiyi, saying a few good words for him would settle the matter. He was easier to fool than she had imagined. Xue Wanqiu admired her own foresight. She understood him so well. By merely using a tactic of retreating to advance—suggesting he marry a woman from a noble family—she had moved that fool to the point where he would rather offend his ministers than take a consort.
This was good. It saved her from having others interfere with her control over him.
There was just that woman who had been brought into the palace recently... However, palace news said she was quiet and well-behaved, and the Emperor hadn't had any contact with her.
For now, she would start by using Fang Zhiyi's hand to eliminate all the villains obstructing her brothers! Then, she would use the people's dissatisfaction with Fang Zhiyi to overthrow him! Xue Wanqiu almost couldn't help but laugh. She was so clever!
Her sudden smile stunned the three men.
This Fang Zhiyi, he should be arriving soon today. Perfect timing to discuss the matter of that old fool Lord Li from the Ministry of War.
In a building near the imperial mausoleum, the Fourth Prince looked at his Third Brother with hostility.
"What a rare guest. Has the Emperor come personally because he finds me an eyesore?" He still bore a grudge against his Third Brother for tattling on him. What was even harder to swallow was that this seemingly harmless Third Brother had suddenly become the dark horse, making him feel utterly deceived.
Fang Zhiyi didn't speak, just stared straight at him.
"Whether I keep my life or not is hardly necessary anymore, Your Majesty—no, Third Brother. If you want it, just take it. Why trouble yourself to make the trip?"
Fang Zhiyi continued to stare.
The Fourth Prince began to feel uneasy. Come on, if you want to kill or maim me, just say it! What's with the staring?
"Fourth Brother, from today onward, you are free. Your elder brother will grant you a fiefdom."
The Fourth Prince had long been mentally prepared for the Emperor to order his death. Hearing these words, he was momentarily stunned. But looking at his Third Brother before him, he shook his head. He couldn't be fooled by this guy again.
As evening fell, Xue Wanqiu was displeased. Fang Zhiyi hadn't come at all today! She would definitely give him the cold shoulder at the evening flower-viewing party!
As lanterns were lit, the Xue residence welcomed many guests. Anyone with eyes could see the Xue family was no longer what it used to be. It was almost common knowledge that the Emperor favored their only daughter, not to mention several popular young talents were closely associated with the family.
Listening to the guests' flattery, Xue Wanqiu felt a secret pride.
Is this the feeling of being the female lead? Is this the feeling of controlling everything? Amazing!
Just as she was thinking this, a commotion arose outside.
"Her Majesty the Empress Dowager has arrived!"
"Her Highness the Princess Royal has arrived!"
"Concubine Yin has arrived!"
Xue Wanqiu felt scornful in her heart but quickly stepped forward to greet them, her face brimming with smiles. "Empress Dowager, you've come! The Princess Royal is here too? Wanqiu pays her respects to the Empress Dowager, to the Princess Royal!" She gave a slight curtsy. Everyone knew this was a special privilege granted by the Emperor, so no one commented.
The Empress Dowager glanced at her. This girl had her son, the sovereign of a nation, so lovesick he couldn't eat or sleep. She had quite a few criticisms of Xue Wanqiu, but due to her own reserved nature, she didn't show them.
"What grand airs the Miss of the Xue family puts on, refusing to kneel even when paying respects to the Empress Dowager." A sarcastic voice rang out.
Xue Wanqiu frowned, looking up to see a somewhat round face. After a moment's thought, she remembered—wasn't this the consort Fang Zhiyi was forced to take? What was her name... Yin Tao?
Yin Tao's voice was not soft. Many turned to look. Some watched with amusement, while others were surprised. Did Concubine Yin not know that Xue Wanqiu's exemption from kneeling was tacitly permitted by the Emperor?
Xue Wanqiu felt awkward.
The identity she had crafted for herself was that of a brilliant, resourceful beauty, transcendent and peerless... But suddenly receiving a direct blow like this threw her into inexplicable panic.
"I, I..." she stammered, constantly glancing at the Empress Dowager, waiting for her to say it was fine. From her understanding of the Empress Dowager, this shouldn't be a problem.
Sure enough, the Empress Dowager opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, Yin Tao spoke again: "Wow, knowing your mistake but not correcting it. Are you waiting for the Empress Dowager to bow to you?"
The words fell, and the entire hall fell silent. Xue Wanqiu was stunned for a moment, her mind in turmoil. This accusation was a huge hat to pin on her!
Yin Tao, however, acted as if she didn't see her panic. Turning to the Empress Dowager with a curtsy and a smile, she said, "Your Majesty, you have always been magnanimous and do not fuss over such matters with juniors. But Miss Xue is, after all, someone His Majesty values. If she is so 'casual' in public and a censor sees it, they might well impeach the Xue family for 'failing to properly educate their daughter.'"
The words seemed to consider the Xue family's interests, but in reality, they tied "lack of propriety" and "bringing trouble to the family" together. If Fang Zhiyi were present, he would definitely give her a thumbs up.
The gazes of the surrounding guests fixed on Xue Wanqiu—the transcendent composure they had praised moments ago now seemed more like arrogance born of favor, a lack of understanding.
The smile froze on Xue Wanqiu's face. She wanted to argue that "it was just a minor point of etiquette," but under the guests' scrutinizing looks, her words stuck in her throat: "I... I..."
But Yin Tao gave her no chance, adding softly, "Furthermore, the Empress Dowager is the sovereign, we are subjects. What logic is there for the sovereign to wait while a subject perfunctorily pays respects? Miss Xue, with such airs, could it be you consider yourself..." She deliberately paused, her eyes sweeping over Xue Wanqiu's pale face, "...someone on equal footing with the Empress Dowager?"
"Gasp—" A low murmur of shock finally rippled through the crowd. These words were too heavy, practically pointing a finger and accusing Xue Wanqiu of "overstepping her station"!
The Empress Dowager glanced at Concubine Yin with some surprise, a slight smile touching her lips. She hadn't noticed before, but this young girl was quite shrewd. It made her inexplicably fond of her.
Just then, Xue Wanqiu's parents, having heard the news, hurried over. Unlike their daughter, both were extremely traditional. They immediately knelt on the ground, begging the Empress Dowager for punishment. Xue Wanqiu watched, her brow furrowed, but before she could say anything, her mother, Xue's Mother, yanked her arm, nearly making her stumble.
The self-important Xue Wanqiu only felt her face burn with shame. Resentment welled up in her heart. The image she had built up for so long was ruined today! All because of this meddling concubine! She'd make Fang Zhiyi have her killed later! Have her killed!
"Your Majesty, please forgive her! My daughter is unruly; it is my failure in teaching her proper conduct!" Xue's Mother also knelt down, turning back to glare at Xue Wanqiu with eyes full of urgency and anger. She reached out and gave her another sharp tug: "Kneel down at once and beg for forgiveness!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
