Chapter 51 The Charlatan Imperial Advisor Was Captured by the Dark-Faced Tyrant 09

But since Ci Mei had already given such a detailed explanation, Xie Hanzhou couldn't simply pretend not to understand.

What he feared even more was that Ci Mei would say it bluntly.

After all, this kind-faced master seems to have a bit of a gossip about him.

Do you like... Yu Sheng?

If anyone else had said these things to him, he certainly wouldn't have believed them, but it was Master Cimei, who was known as a Buddhist disciple, who said them.

Yu Sheng, the Imperial Preceptor, may be a charlatan, but Ci Mei, a Buddhist disciple of Ciyu Temple, is not one.

Xie Hanzhou felt somewhat irritated.

How could he fall in love with Yu Sheng?

He usually looked down on Yu Sheng, so why did he suddenly change his opinion of him?

It's still that same idea.

Could Master Cimei have made a mistake?

As if seeing through his thoughts, Cimei put her hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer, "Your Majesty may have doubts, wondering why you suddenly fell in love with the Imperial Preceptor."

"And he's also a royal advisor who's always thinking about usurping the throne?"

Xie Hanzhou remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement with his statement.

"But... has Your Majesty considered that the Grand Preceptor might no longer be the Grand Preceptor?" Ci Mei looked at him with a smile and said this ambiguous question.

Is the Imperial Advisor not the Imperial Advisor?

Xie Hanzhou countered with, "May I ask, Master, what do you mean by 'the Imperial Preceptor is not the Imperial Preceptor'?"

With hands clasped together, the compassionate man said, "Amitabha. This humble monk believes that Your Majesty will understand in the future."

Ci Mei dodged the question and then drifted away into the distance, leaving Xie Hanzhou bewildered.

Xie Hanzhou was left watching Ci Mei's retreating figure, lost in thought.

The Imperial Advisor... If it's not the Imperial Advisor, then who could it be?

Xie Hanzhou couldn't understand it, or perhaps... he simply didn't dare to think about it any further.

He emerged from the side room in a daze, and as soon as he stepped out, he saw Yu Sheng sitting at a stone table not far away, playing chess with Ci Mei.

He strode over, and seeing him approach, Cimei put down the chess piece in his hand. "Since His Majesty has arrived, then this humble monk will not disturb His Majesty's conversation with the Imperial Preceptor."

Kind-faced, with great tact, gave the two of them some space.

After Ci Mei's figure had completely disappeared from their sight, Xie Hanzhou suddenly attacked, grabbing Yu Sheng by the neck and demanding, "Who exactly are you?"

Yu Sheng paused, meeting Xie Hanzhou's questioning gaze without flinching.

She even smiled and poured him a cup of tea.

"Would Your Majesty like some tea?"

Xie Hanzhou didn't move. "I'm asking you a question! Who exactly are you? Master Cimei said you're not the Imperial Preceptor, so where has the real Imperial Preceptor gone?"

Yu Sheng clicked her tongue lightly.

"Why is this big monk like a big sieve, he talks about everything?"

The implication is that he admits he is not the original owner of the body.

"The real imperial advisor, um... I don't know, how should I explain it to you? Perhaps you can think of me as an immortal descended to earth to find her future husband?"

"You... are utterly absurd!"

Xie Hanzhou released him abruptly, only to find his finger marks on Yu Sheng's neck.

"What, Your Majesty, do you not believe me?"

Yu Sheng snapped her fingers, and Xie Hanzhou watched in disbelief as the air seemed to freeze. The peach tree, which was almost dead, burst into full bloom.

Petals drifted down and landed on Yu Sheng's hair.

Yu Sheng twirled a flower petal between her fingertips and handed it to Xie Hanzhou. "Does His Majesty believe it now?"

"After all, the Imperial Advisor is a complete charlatan; he would never use such a method."

Xie Hanzhou took the petal in shock.

"You... really are..."

"Authentic and genuine".

888 is practically laughing hysterically in the mental sea.

"Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter! Xie Hanzhou's eyes are practically popping out of their sockets. Sheng Sheng, you've really fooled him."

Yu Sheng ignored it, stood up, tiptoed, and gave Xie Hanzhou a light peck on the lips.

Xie Hanzhou stared in shock, nudging Yu Sheng, but couldn't budge her.

"You...you...you're so insolent!"

Yu Sheng chuckled and said, "How is it presumptuous of me to kiss my future husband?"

"Who, who is your husband? Don't you know...don't you know shame!" Xie Hanzhou blushed and dared not look into Yu Sheng's eyes.

"Of course it's you, Your Majesty!"

"What's wrong, Your Majesty? Are you unhappy? But I seem to remember... just two nights ago, Your Majesty dreamt of you... "

Xie Hanzhou quickly covered his mouth, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Whether it's nonsense or Your Majesty's guilty conscience, Your Majesty knows for sure," Yu Sheng said, circling his chest and smiling at him.

Xie Hanzhou blushed deeply and turned his face away, not daring to look Yu Sheng in the eye.

Suddenly, he thought of something else.

"So what exactly do you mean by asking me to go to Fengzhou with you?"

"Of course... I can cultivate my relationship with my future husband on the way, and also pray for rain in Fengzhou."

Xie Hanzhou fell silent.

So, praying for rain in Fengzhou was just a side thing for you?

Xie Hanzhou was speechless.

Now he's really not pretending at all, is he?

"I have no feelings to cultivate with the Imperial Advisor. Since the Imperial Advisor's rainmaking ritual is not of my concern, I will return to the palace..."

"If Your Majesty thinks this way, then I will be heartbroken. If I am heartbroken, I might do something that Your Majesty does not want to see."

Xie Hanzhou's first reaction was that Yu Sheng wanted to usurp the throne.

"Your Majesty, what I desire is not the throne, but... the position of Empress."

Xie Hanzhou's expression at this moment was like this: (д)

I thought you were going to usurp the throne and become emperor, but it turns out you want to be my wife?!

Xie Hanzhou found it somewhat absurd, but seeing Yu Sheng's expression, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"How can the matter of the Empress's position be treated so lightly? Imperial Advisor, don't be unreasonable!"

Yu Sheng's face also turned cold.

"So, according to Your Majesty's wishes, is there someone else to choose for the Empress position?" Yu Sheng pressed on. "Is that person more handsome than me? Or can they please Your Majesty more?"

"Your Majesty, I am determined to have you. No matter who it is, if they dare to ruin our marriage, I will make them..."

Xie Hanzhou stared at him in shock.

Indeed, the most beautiful person he had ever seen in the world was Yu Sheng, and he admitted that he had indeed harbored improper thoughts towards Yu Sheng.

There's no point in making excuses now.

Just as Master Cimei said, he was never cursed; those were always his own truest thoughts.

But... Yu Sheng's words were a bit too much.

And why is he even crazier than me now?

Yu Sheng turned around and immediately resumed his previous cold and aloof demeanor. Xie Hanzhou seriously suspected that he had learned face-changing, as even he was ashamed of his unpredictable mood swings.

"Your Majesty should have lunch soon, as we will be setting off for Fengzhou soon!"

"You agree, Your Majesty."