"Second Young Master, your injury hasn't healed yet. Are you really going to help unload goods? If you're really poor, you can ask the Marquis for help. Why ruin your body? If your wound reopens, you'll have to spend more money." The servant stamped his foot anxiously.

I wonder what the second young master did to anger the young master, that he went to the dock to unload cargo with these injuries, and he might cause some serious injury.

Medical expenses will also be a problem!

Shen Qingye's tone was not good: "If my father had money, would he still stay in the mansion sweeping the courtyard for my grandmother and earning five taels for tea?"

The servant choked on his words: "That's true, but what about the madam?"

Shen Qingye: "If my mother gave him money, would my father still stay in the mansion sweeping the courtyard for my grandmother and earn five taels for tea?"

“That’s… true,” the servant scratched the back of his head. “And what about the old Marquis?”

"If Grandfather had money, would he stay in the mansion with my father to sweep the courtyard for Grandmother and share the five taels of tea money?" Shen Qingye became more and more tired as he spoke.

The servant sighed, "Alas, it's quite pitiful for the Second Young Master to end up like this. Go and come back soon, bye-bye."

"..."

Shen Qingye opened his mouth, not wanting to talk to this troublesome servant anymore. He was so distressed that he turned around and limped away.

"Young Master, the Second Young Master has left." A dark figure flashed by and knelt in front of the desk.

Shen Qingcheng's eyes darkened: "Continue to proceed according to plan."

"yes."

...

"Does the Empress also have to review memorials?"

Shen Jiao held her pen, glaring resentfully at the tyrant who was lazily stealing her snacks.

"It's always good to have more skills. Consider this free calligraphy practice," Ji Yan said casually, leaning back against the cushion.

Today I finished my painting lessons, and according to the schedule I should have been practicing calligraphy, but Princess Ji forced me to come and help her correct memorials.

Shen Jiao thought to herself, "This is not a free calligraphy practice; it's clearly a primary school bully exploiting labor to help with homework!"

Despite her thoughts, she still put in her best effort and carefully reviewed the memorials. After all, they were official documents and she dared not be careless. Sometimes, if she didn't understand something, she would ask Ji Yan and write down the answers she received.

The tyrant may seem indifferent to politics and a rebellious child, but he is extremely farsighted. When Shen Jiao asks him a difficult question, he can generate several related questions and solutions.

I felt that hearing your words was more valuable than reading books for ten years.

In a daze, Shen Jiao had the illusion that she could attend tutoring classes without paying tuition.

She absolutely disliked attending classes, but since Princess Ji was so interested, it was excellent for her to be his student.

"There are still many things to prepare for the coronation ceremony. It may have to wait until after the Four Flowers Banquet. Before that, I will announce to the world that you are my Empress, the Empress of Great Yan." Ji Yan stared at the earnest and responsible hamster with its ruffled fur and stuffed a peeled grape into her mouth.

"Actually, we can wait until after the Four Flowers Banquet to finish." Shen Jiao didn't care much about these things.

The thought of having to read memorials even as empress greatly diminished her anticipation and sense of accomplishment!

Her appearance left Ji Yan speechless for a moment, and he pushed her mischievous head aside: "Dream on."

"Your Majesty, can an empress still sleep in late? Will she be impeached for not standing up straight? What kind of empress do the ministers of Great Yan prefer? A lively one? A reserved one? Or a gentle and generous one?"

Shen Jiao had no experience in this area either. When she accidentally reached the maximum level while fighting monsters, she was still very hesitant. How could she not be nervous?

Ji Yan hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist pinching her cheek: "If you go out of your way to please those old men, I'll be in trouble."

Shen Jiao said "Oh," sat down properly, and continued practicing calligraphy at public expense, though she seemed to still be thinking about this matter.

The tyrant raised an eyebrow slightly: "You are the Empress I raised, cough, so you should have the same temperament as me. Do whatever you want, and no one will dare to say anything if you become a slovenly empress."

Shen Jiao: "..."

What a witty joke!

...

Ji Yan was extremely efficient. After writing several imperial edicts in a long and fluent manner, she handed them to Wang Fu and then took her frizzy hamster to practice the zither.

He preferred being Shen Jiaojiao's teacher to being an emperor.

The little girl's reluctant yet pretending-to-listen-at-attention demeanor was vivid and amusing.

"My dear Jiao, play two more songs, and I'll take you to hear a new bedtime story." Ji Yan ruffled the fluffy head of the hamster.

Shen Jiao blinked: "You don't have to pay to listen to music?"

The tyrant pulled out a leaf from somewhere and handed it over: "Here, a coin."

Shen Jiao: "..."

Meanwhile, Wang Fu, carrying the imperial edict, rushed straight to the Marquis Anbo's residence.

While Lord Shen and Shen Qingcheng were discussing matters in their study, they heard a tense and urgent voice from outside: "Lord Shen, Young Master, Eunuch Wang from the palace has arrived!"

"What... what does this mean?" Old Marquis Shen frowned deeply, subconsciously worried about Shen Jiao.

Other emperors' edicts were for bestowing titles and rewards, but tyrants were different. Over the years, every family that received an edict read aloud by the eunuch Wang had suffered the fate of having their entire family executed.

"Grandfather, please rest assured. His Majesty is not an unreasonable person. Let's go out and receive the decree first," Shen Qingcheng reassured him.

As the grandfather and grandson walked out, footsteps echoed throughout the mansion. Upon reaching the door, Old Madam Shen, Marquis Anbo and his wife, Shen Qingfeng, and Shen Yu were already kneeling down.

Standing prominently in front was Wang Fu, who said with a smile, "The old Marquis and the young master have arrived. Receive the decree."

"Eunuch Wang, if His Majesty has any objection to my Marquis Anbo's mansion, I am willing to accept punishment. May I ask His Majesty to spare my poor granddaughter?"

Lord Shen was, after all, a general who had fought on the battlefield, and he remained neither humble nor arrogant even when faced with the worst-case scenario.

When the others saw Wang Fu, they could barely stand, let alone speak.

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