After Transmigrating as the Imperial Tutor, the Tyrant Could Read My Mind

After a sudden death, Yun Qing transmigrated into the Great Xi Dynasty, which she was studying, becoming the early deceased Imperial Tutor of the tyrannical Emperor Xie Rang.

She originally w...

Chapter 182 Does it hurt?

When this regulation was introduced, many who had initially hoped to use it to build connections were left dumbfounded.

It was indeed surprising, but many courtiers who knew Yun Qing thought about it and realized that it was indeed in line with her style of doing things.

They said that what the Imperial Tutor was going to do could not possibly start strong and end weakly; that would be in line with everyone's expectations.

Some people have raised questions about this: "Why do we accept this so naturally?"

At the very beginning, weren't there still a large number of people who wanted to oppose it?

"Tsk." His colleague rolled his eyes. "Do you think we're stupid? His Majesty holds all the power. Whether we agree or not, he only needs to inform us of what he wants to do. Look at those remonstrating officials, they've all fallen silent. Why are they still rushing forward? Everyone knows that the Imperial Tutor's backer is the Emperor himself. They should be thinking about how to get benefits faster."

The words may be crude, but the principle is sound. Yun Qing and Xie Rang spent so many years gradually regaining power in the court. As long as the power does not fall into other hands, they will have absolute say.

Since Xie Rang was a wise ruler and his policies were quite enlightened, there was really no need for anyone to disagree on this matter.

And so, this bizarre harmony was created.

It sounds a bit ridiculous, but from another perspective, it might not be such a bad thing.

When Yun Qing learned of these rumors, she found them quite interesting. As young people gradually entered the court, the whole atmosphere was indeed different.

Xie Rang walked in and saw her smiling. He smiled back, sat down next to her with a bowl in his hand, and scooped up a spoonful of soup: "Grand Tutor, have some soup."

Qinglan, who had just been talking to Yunqing, stepped aside.

Yunqing took a sip and gestured for him to hand her the bowl: "I can do it myself."

She had her period these past two days and felt a little uncomfortable, but thankfully the menstrual cramps were gone. Xie Rang was so nervous that she insisted on going to the imperial physician to get some medicinal diet recipes suitable for recuperation.

Since there were many women in the inner and outer palaces, the imperial physicians were quite knowledgeable in this area and quickly came up with several suitable prescriptions. However, looking at His Majesty the Emperor leaving happily, their expressions were somewhat indescribable.

Xie Rang didn't insist. He knew Yun Qing's temperament. However, after handing her the bowl, he sat down next to Yun Qing and gently massaged her lower abdomen with his hand. This was something he had learned from Mr. Yu.

Yun Qing unconsciously flinched, and then heard Xie Rang ask with some sadness, "I heard from Mr. Yu that you almost suffered from a chronic illness after that arrow... Yun Qing, does it hurt?"