12dz Chapter 352
Chapter 352
Everyone carefully peeked at the Emperor, whose face was flushed red and whose smile was still frozen on his face, secretly praying, "The Little Immortal Lord has already scolded His Majesty, please do not scold us too!""We only renovated our mansions, we didn't build gardens!"
[If Master hadn't mentioned it, Little Zhu wouldn't have noticed. It's not just the Emperor who has gotten carried away; every single one of these courtiers below has gotten a bit carried away too.
Once they have money, they buy houses and land, and they take in concubines one after another. This leads to discord between husbands and wives, and infighting among children.
They aren't even afraid of dying in the inner chambers at their old age.
When that time really comes, Master, you absolutely must not save their dog lives.]
A few officials who had recently taken in beautiful concubines suddenly had faces redder than the Emperor's. Faced with the intentional or unintentional gazes of their colleagues, they covered their faces with their sleeves, feeling mortified to death.
"You already said they are dog lives, so what use is there in saving them? Can they govern the country or manage their households? Trash who only know how to indulge in pleasure are not fit to be officials.
Useless people might as well resign early and go home to sell sweet potatoes!"
The faces of those people had now turned from red to white. When the autumn wind blew against the cold sweat on their backs, they instantly shuddered.
Whatever romantic and lustful thoughts they once had in their minds were mostly scared away by now.
"Who else bought land? Where did the land come from? Didn't Emperor Mingxi order that all confiscated farmland be prioritized for distribution or sale to the landless commoners?
Who is competing with the people for profit?"
Yue Fuguang's bright eyes swept coldly over the people below. Everyone whose gaze she passed over involuntarily shuddered.
They cried out in their hearts that the Little Immortal Lord's gaze was getting more and more terrifying. They... they couldn't bear it!
Feng Tang, Wu Yong, and others looked at their colleagues who instantly chickened out, curling their lips in their hearts and cursing them as cowards. To think they wanted to play tricks right under the Immortal Lord's nose; they truly didn't know how the word 'death' was written!
[I have a list here. I'll put it on the Emperor's imperial desk later to see how he deals with these people, and then Master can decide whether to move to another place.]
Upon hearing this, Emperor Mingxi almost jumped out of his chair.
They were scolding just fine, why did the topic suddenly change!
What did she mean by whether to move to another place? Move where? From the Yu Manor to a villa or a Prince's mansion?
It couldn't be any further!
If it was any further, he really would cry!
Emperor Mingxi used his strong willpower to suppress the urge to stand up.
He glanced down at the courtiers below, who seemed to be exchanging cups and acting perfectly normal.
His eyes swept across everyone like knives.
"Lord Zhang, have you drunk too much already? Look, your wine is about to spill!"
A colleague held down Lord Zhang's trembling hand and kindly helped him put the wine cup back on the table. "The banquet has just begun. Let's drink some tea for a while to dissipate the alcohol."
"Eh, Lord Qian, why is there so much sweat on your face? It's already late autumn, and it's not hot tonight!"
Asked by his colleague, Lord Qian hurriedly wiped the cold sweat off his face with his sleeve and squeezed out a smile uglier than crying. "I just get red in the face when I drink. It's all from the alcohol. I'll be fine in a moment, just a moment!"
In his heart, however, he was screaming: We're done for, we're done for, we're completely done for!
If the Little Immortal Lord wanted them dead, not even God could save them!
Yue Fuguang relaxed and leaned back against her chair. "That's fine too. I'm getting quite tired of staying in this capital city anyway. Changing places wouldn't be bad."
Hearing Yue Fuguang agree, Emperor Mingxi really wanted to reach out and stop her, but he didn't dare. He could only rack his brains for a solution.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he showed a fawning smile to Yue Fuguang. "Fuguang, in a few days when we are free, I plan to lead the courtiers on an autumn hunt. What do you think?"
"An autumn hunt?"
"Yes, an autumn hunt, right at the royal hunting grounds, which is less than a hundred miles from the capital."
Emperor Mingxi felt this was the furthest distance they could leave the capital.
The reason they hadn't held an autumn hunt in previous years was because of the assassination attempt against him in the third year of Yuankang. The royal hunting grounds had also suffered heavy losses, and it was only in the past few years that the hunting grounds had recovered.
"Alright." Being able to go out for a walk, even if it wasn't far, was good.
[Master, can't you already control the flying hoverboard? Going out to play should be simple.]
"Going out at night, even if I can travel a thousand miles in the dark, what's the point? It's pitch black, what is there to see!"
While Emperor Mingxi and his ministers were enduring Yue Fuguang's warnings, the Great Yan officials who had been exchanging cups of wine all switched to drinking clear tea.
Sitting among the diplomatic mission, Bei Ye rolled his eyes, filled a cup of wine, stood up, and bowed to Emperor Mingxi from afar. "Bei Ye toasts to His Majesty the Emperor of Great Yan, wishing you eternal prosperity and long-lasting national destiny."
"Good, I thank the Fifth Prince for your auspicious words."
Emperor Mingxi raised his wine cup and took a small sip. At this time, he didn't dare to drink too much.
"Little Zhu, why did Beiyue and Bei Ye, two princes from Northern Li, both come this time?"
[Because Bei Ji has been in poor health these past two years, and his sons are fighting fiercely for the throne. Over the past two years, Great Yan has strictly controlled sweet potatoes, corn, and potatoes.
Although the surrounding countries have managed to get some seeds through various means, if they want to plant them on a large scale, relying solely on the seeds they have, they won't be able to promote them without several years of accumulation.
Therefore, every year, several countries send diplomatic notes to Emperor Mingxi to discuss the purchase of good seeds, but he rejects them all with various excuses.
So for this Emperor's Birthday Festival, the diplomatic missions from all countries came with tasks.
These two brothers should be aiming for this great merit.]
"Bei Ye is one thing, at least he likes women to some extent, but this Beiyue is very 'single-minded'. Hasn't he already lost his chance? What is he getting involved for?"
[Master, even if he doesn't become Emperor himself, he can support or ally with one of his brothers!]
"From what you're saying, do you know who Beiyue has teamed up with?"
[Master, do you remember I said that even though Bei Ji clearly knew about Beiyue's homosexual tendencies, he still elevated him highly, giving outsiders the illusion that he was the next successor, and even Prince Ming believed it.]
Yue Fuguang thought for a moment. The system did seem to have told her something similar. "Does this have to do with him picking a side?"
[Beiyue discovered that his father was using him as a target and actually already had a preferred candidate for the throne in mind.
He and his brothers were all just targets and stepping stones for that person.
With Beiyue's temper, how could he tolerate that? Since he couldn't sit at the table to eat, he was ready to flip the table.]
"Flip the table? Go against his father? He isn't even the Crown Prince, what makes him think he can go against the Emperor? Because he has a bunch of boyfriends?"
[How does Master know that he is relying on his boyfriends?]
Yue Fuguang was stunned. She had just said that casually, and she actually guessed right?
What kind of magical country was Northern Li? Why were there so many cut-sleeves everywhere?
She had heard that ancient men, especially noblemen, liked male lovers, but no one told her they liked it this much!
Yue Fuguang glanced at the group of Great Yan civil officials, wondering how many of them were fond of this trend.
Although she had interacted with these people for three years, apart from a few she valued and those related to system tasks, Yue Fuguang actually rarely paid attention to their private lives.
After all, nobody is perfect. She was afraid that once she learned about their private morals, she wouldn't be able to look them in the eye. After all, later generations had heard of how wild the ancients could be.