Under the threat of a feather duster, the Young Emperor indeed figured the matter out within two hours.
"I think, to divide the relationship between several people, you have to give them a good thing, but this thing must only be enough for two people to share. Naturally, it will cause a dispute, only... I don't understand why those people in your story, Grand Tutor, would slit their own throats."
Fang Zhiyi sighed, "That is a noble character. You are still young, so it's normal that you don't understand."
He stood up, frowning as he pondered a countermeasure. Behind him, the Young Emperor remained silent for a moment.
"But I think there is a problem with that ruler."
"Hmm?"
"Using such a scheme to kill three of his own great generals is not a good thing for the country, and if word gets out, his reputation will also suffer."
Fang Zhiyi turned his head, looking at the child with great interest.
"Not bad, you're starting to look a bit like an emperor."
"Grand Tutor, do you mean..."
Fang Zhiyi gave him a meaningful look. "What did you hear at the court assembly today?"
The Young Emperor tried hard to recall. To be honest, he had been daydreaming most of the time, only hearing something about managing a canal...
"Grand Tutor, are you saying we should sow discord between Commander Guo and Chancellor Huang?"
"No, does their relationship even need sowing discord? If you handed them swords right then and there, they'd hack each other to pieces!"
The Young Emperor shrank his neck back. "Then why did you tell me that story..."
"That story was to teach you the principles of being a ruler, and also to see if you have the potential to be one. Most people focus on the scheme itself, and very few notice the impact such an event brings. Obviously, you have some promise."
"Hehe." The Young Emperor scratched his head.
"What are you laughing at? You weren't even listening properly during court. It might seem like they were discussing managing the canal, but in reality, they were fighting for the interests of the noble families backing them. To put it bluntly, even though you are the emperor and I am the Grand Tutor, the two of us amount to nothing." Fang Zhiyi paced in a circle. "But if you want to increase your own weight, you can only speak up when they are keeping each other in check, understand?"
The Young Emperor looked a bit bewildered.
Fang Zhiyi also felt helpless; after all, this emperor was just a child.
"From today onwards, you do exactly as I say. This concerns our very lives, understand?"
The Young Emperor understood this sentence perfectly: "Understood, Grand Tutor!"
"Originally, I could have just walked away and not gotten involved... Forget it, I have to live up to you calling me Grand Tutor." Fang Zhiyi had already come up with seven or eight ways to flee the capital just moments ago.
"Then, Grand Tutor, what should we do next?"
"Do nothing, let's find food." Fang Zhiyi was already hungry. But because the Young Emperor had no real authority and no one cared for them, he had to take the emperor to the imperial kitchen to get food himself. When the cooks in the imperial kitchen saw the Young Emperor and Fang Zhiyi enter, they froze for a moment before remembering to bow.
"Forget the formalities, hurry up and make something to eat."
Meanwhile, the little eunuch who discovered the two were missing was frantic. He searched a large area before finally finding them in the imperial kitchen. He immediately complained, "Your Majesty, Grand Tutor, how could you leave without saying a word? I was worried to death!"
Fang Zhiyi looked at him coldly without speaking. If this were a world where he was the emperor, this eunuch would have been chopped into minced meat on the spot. But there was no helping it; he could only endure it.
Fortunately, after the eunuch finished nagging, he didn't say anything else and just kept a close eye on the two.
After all, he still had to report to the Commander at any given moment.
The next day at court, they continued the unresolved agenda from yesterday. This time, the Young Emperor remembered Fang Zhiyi's words. He listened hard to the debate between the Commander and the Chancellor. Both men seemed to want to secure the oversight rights for their own subordinates.
Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, Fang Zhiyi coughed softly.
The Young Emperor immediately became a little nervous, but looking at Fang Zhiyi's eyes, he gathered his courage: "Commander Guo, Chancellor Huang."
The two men below stopped arguing at the same time and turned to look at him.
"Um... um..."
Although they knew he was just a figurehead, they couldn't outright disrespect him. Huang Huaili and Guo Qianyue both stared straight at him, making the Young Emperor's hair stand on end.
"I think."
"Ahem." Fang Zhiyi coughed again.
"I think what Chancellor Huang said is more appropriate. The supervisor of Yun City is his student, so naturally, he would understand the situation better than an official sent from the capital..." He swallowed hard. "How about we let Chancellor Huang take charge of this matter?"
As soon as these words came out, Guo Qianyue's face darkened, and his eyes stared fixedly at the Young Emperor like a venomous snake.
The Young Emperor panicked a little. The Grand Tutor had told him before that if he offended Commander Guo, he certainly wouldn't live long.
But to his surprise, Huang Huaili shouted loudly, "This old minister thanks Your Majesty for your trust! Lord Guo, why are you glaring at His Majesty? Do you have some objection against His Majesty?"
Guo Qianyue snapped back to his senses and bowed with a face full of indignation. "This old minister does not!"
"Hmph, Guo Qianyue, His Majesty has spoken. Are you going to defy an imperial decree?"
Guo Qianyue gritted his teeth so hard they nearly shattered. "I wouldn't dare!"
Huang Huaili's face was full of triumph, and the gaze he directed at the Young Emperor was full of approval.
The Young Emperor was struck by a sudden realization. Is this what the Grand Tutor meant by breaking the balance? But why did he feel so panicked?
After court, Fang Zhiyi still followed behind him. But before he had time to ask anything, a eunuch suddenly ran over in a hurry, saying there was a matter requiring Fang Zhiyi's presence. Fang Zhiyi gave the Young Emperor a meaningful look, turned around, and left with the eunuch.
The Young Emperor felt inexplicably uneasy.
At this moment, two eunuchs followed behind him. The two eunuchs exchanged a glance and nodded secretly.
As the Young Emperor walked onto an arched bridge, one of the eunuchs suddenly lunged forward.
He had already received Commander Guo's orders to teach this Young Emperor a lesson and make him stop speaking out of turn. But just as his hand was about to touch the Young Emperor, a loud shout rang out.
"Audacious! How dare you attack His Majesty!"
The two eunuchs froze in shock as they saw a patrol of Black Armor Guards rushing over. Without a word, they pinned the two eunuchs down.
"Do not panic, Your Majesty! The Black Armor Guards are here!"
The Young Emperor was completely bewildered; he didn't understand what was happening.
"You two castrates actually tried to push His Majesty into the water. What are your intentions? Come with us!" With that said, without waiting for the Young Emperor to react, the squad of Black Armor Guards escorted the two eunuchs away.
The Young Emperor was in a state of confusion the entire time. Did he just narrowly escape with his life? What was the deal with those Black Armor Guards? Usually, they wouldn't even spare him a glance when they saw him.
"Surprised? If I'm not mistaken, this squad of Black Armor Guards was sent by your Chancellor Huang." Fang Zhiyi slowly walked over. When he was called away by the eunuch earlier, he knew something was going to happen.
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close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
