"I saw it wrong, I saw it wrong..."
The dragged Guanglu Daifu shouted desperately.
If he had known Ren Tianye wouldn't give another chance, he wouldn't have jumped out. Now he could only save himself: "I saw it wrong, this is a horse, it's a horse..."
"Look at its long ears and furry body, it is a horse, a purebred sweat-blood steed!"
Ren Tianye waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to let him go.
The Guanglu Daifu immediately approached the donkey.
He began his words of praise.
"Look at the coat of this sweat-blood steed, silver shimmering within the gray, absolutely extraordinary. It is the auspicious color of a sweat-blood steed hidden in the mortal world. How could ordinary horses possess such a steady demeanor!"
With someone taking the lead, those who had long wanted to admit it was a sweat-blood steed no longer hid their intentions.
They jumped out one after another.
"What a magnificent steed! Look at its bone structure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, strong limbs. It is clearly a fine breed capable of traveling a thousand miles a day. How could it be a donkey? A donkey cannot match even a ten-thousandth of it!"
"This horse is divine. Look at its spirit; although it stands still, it has the imposing manner of looking down upon the world!"
"I didn't see clearly just now, but looking at it now, it is undoubtedly a sweat-blood steed. Look at its bright and piercing eyes, full of spirit as it looks around. Its coat is smooth with a flowing luster. When it runs, it must be as swift as the wind, like a shooting star!"
...
One praise after another rang out.
Moreover, there were many scholars among them, and their flowery words put Ren Tianye in an excellent mood.
However, just this was completely insufficient.
At the very least, an important figure was needed to endorse it.
Ren Tianye set his sights on the Prime Minister.
"Lord Prime Minister, do you think this is a sweat-blood steed? Or a donkey?"
The Prime Minister's forehead was covered in sweat.
However, he quickly said loudly, "Of course, it is a sweat-blood steed!"
"Look at this sweat-blood steed..."
"Its silver coat shines over its rugged frame, its sharp ears tower like clouds."
"Its strong hooves can gallop across thousands of snowy peaks, its flying mane can stir the dust of the highest heavens."
"Its body leaves red sweat like condensed fairy dew, its eyes shine like cold stars that make ghosts and gods weep."
"This steed should only exist in the heavens, yet today we are fortunate to have it brought by the General."
Ren Tianye's eyes lit up.
Worthy of being the Prime Minister indeed.
He speaks in poetry!
Amazing!
To be able to boast about a donkey as an extraordinarily divine steed in an instant was quite impressive.
With this, his goal was completely achieved.
Although there were surely still many in the court who believed it was a donkey and not a fine horse, the current situation was entirely sufficient.
Immediately, Ren Tianye stood up and said, "I am very gratified that everyone values the sweat-blood steed I have brought so highly."
"In that case, if anyone has thoughts of wanting it, feel free to tell my men. My men will write it all down, and when the time comes, I will definitely send someone to deliver this sweat-blood steed to you lords."
The crowd hurriedly shouted that they wouldn't dare.
They all said that such a divine creature could not be coveted.
Ren Tianye did not force it either; anyway, the message was delivered. If someone really wanted it, he would just give them a donkey. If no one wanted it, it saved him trouble.
Either way, as long as the situation was under control, it was fine.
He said, "In that case, I will not disturb everyone any longer today. I shall take my leave first!"
Ren Tianye left first, but his personal guards did not leave.
They still guarded the Golden Throne Hall.
The ministers inside the hall did not leave either.
The matter of the sweat-blood steed was over, but there was one thing that, since yesterday, had not yet yielded a satisfactory answer for Ren Tianye.
Ren Tianye didn't mention it today, but did they dare to forget?
Wouldn't that be courting death?
"Everyone, I think General Lu Qing's proposal from yesterday is quite good. A pillar of the state like General Ren should be the Grand Commandant!"
"That's right, only a great general like General Ren is worthy of the position of Grand Commandant."
"I support General Ren taking the post of Grand Commandant. Prime Minister, what do you think?"
"I think it is very good!"
...
Yesterday, they had argued fiercely over the position of Grand Commandant, refusing to give it to Ren Tianye even to the death. But today, in the blink of an eye, countless people agreed.
Furthermore, it wasn't just the position of Grand Commandant!
"I feel that with General Ren's talents, just the position of Grand Commandant is really too little. He should be appointed to oversee the Imperial Secretariat!"
"Yes, General Ren should also be allowed to establish his own Grand Commandant's office and open his own headquarters to manage state affairs!"
"Also, he should be exempt from stating his name when paying respects, allowed to walk normally instead of scurrying into the court, and permitted to wear his sword and shoes in the palace hall!"
"Prime Minister, what do you think?"
The Prime Minister wore a bitter smile.
These people really dared to suggest it!
Overseeing the Imperial Secretariat meant that all memorials to the throne would have to be reviewed by Ren Tianye first. From now on, His Majesty would no longer have the right to make direct decisions.
Opening a headquarters to manage state affairs was even more outrageous.
It meant Ren Tianye could form his own cabinet, and his office would become the political decision-making center of the Great Yu Dynasty!
This was handing the entire Great Yu over to Ren Tianye!
But...
Could he refuse?
Did he dare to refuse?
Just yesterday, Ren Tianye's soldiers, along with a portion of the imperial guards, had already besieged the Imperial Secretariat, the Censorate, and the offices of the Three Excellencies. They had even sent troops to surround the Eldest Princess's estate.
It could be said that the entire capital was now completely under the control of Ren Tianye's military forces.
If Ren Tianye hadn't pulled this stunt today, he might still have been able to maneuver. But today, Ren Tianye pointed at a donkey and called it a horse, and drew his blade to kill. Who would dare to defy Ren Tianye's authority?
What difference would that be from courting death?
He was just a Prime Minister and did not hold military power like Lu Qing. How could he dare to clash head-on with Ren Tianye?
He let out a sigh: "I believe that everything you lords have proposed is very good, very good, very good indeed!"
"General Ren deserves exactly this!"
With the Prime Minister's approval, the matter was basically settled, unless Xiao Mingzhao came out of the Yuchen Palace right now to object.
But the reality was that Xiao Mingzhao had not stepped out of the Yuchen Palace up until now. He was just staying inside the palace, enjoying a private world with Tuoba Xiangtai, handing the Great Yu's empire over to an outsider.
Allowing Ren Tianye, in just a few short days since arriving in the capital, to become the most powerful and influential person in the entire Great Yu Dynasty!
"Gu Qingyue, look at what you've done!"
From the crowd, the Commander of the Imperial Cavalry, Chen Liang, said coldly, "Ren Tianye has the heart of a tiger and a wolf. You summoned him to the capital, bringing about this great disaster."
"You kept saying you were loyal to the sovereign and loved the country, wanting to protect the Great Yu's empire, but now, you have handed the Great Yu's empire over to someone else!"
Gu Qingyue suddenly turned around, her face completely pale as she looked at Chen Liang.
Just now, Ren Tianye's aura was so imposing that she did not dare to oppose him, helplessly watching as everyone pushed Ren Tianye to an exaggerated height, essentially equivalent to controlling the entire Great Yu.
And the cause of this result was entirely due to the strategy she had insisted upon at the beginning: summoning fierce generals from all directions to the capital to use military force to coerce His Majesty into leaving the Yuchen Palace!
"If the Great Yu's empire perishes, it will all be by your hands. Just wait to be condemned in words and writing by the historians in the future!"
Chen Liang cursed angrily, then turned and left.
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ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
