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...
"Thank you for your concern, young master. Everything is fine."
Xiahou Jiang scratched his head and took out a letter from his pocket: "Young master, this is a letter from your wife and the others."
The border region, though harsh and cold, has seen decent development in the past two years thanks to Yun Qing's suggestion. The lives of the people have improved significantly, and besides reporting their safety and expressing their concern, they mainly talk about this aspect of the situation.
Yunqing finished reading the letter with a smile and then asked Diancui to carefully put it away.
"By the way, tomorrow is the Harvest Festival. You'll come to the palace with me."
Yun Qing suddenly remembered that the little tyrant hadn't had much contact with Xiahou Jiang yet, so now was a good time to get to know him.
Xiahou Jiang: "Okay."
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Soon it was time to start the banquet.
The seating arrangements were pre-arranged; Yun Qing was seated to the left of the Emperor. When she arrived, Xie Rang had not yet arrived.
It was Xiahou Jiang's first time attending a banquet, and he felt a little awkward. He looked around and could only helplessly focus his attention on Yun Qing.
"Young master, let me pour you a cup of tea."
Finding that Yun Qing's teacup was still empty, Xiahou Jiang finally found something to do and got up to pour her some tea.
Yun Qing almost laughed and couldn't help but say, "If you're nervous, just sit behind me."
Xiahou Jiang tightened his grip on the teapot handle and nodded seriously: "Hmm."
He hadn't expected the young master to be so observant, and his nervousness was exposed, making him even more embarrassed.
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This is what Xie Rang saw when he arrived.
He, who had always disliked being served, was unusually accompanied by someone this time who did not look like a person from the Central Plains, and was earnestly pouring tea for the Grand Tutor.
His tutor was smiling.
It's blinding.
Xie Rang's noble and handsome face instantly turned icy cold.
He changed his mind.
There was no right or wrong answer; he simply didn't want anyone around the Grand Tutor.
Except for yourself.