The words fell.

Murong Yanran was stunned.

What?

Enter...enter the palace?

Let Qin Yuan enter the palace as a eunuch?

Is Your Majesty crazy?

How is this possible!

I must have misheard.

Murong Yanran asked cautiously, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, what did you just say?"

"I didn't hear you clearly just now, please forgive me, Your Majesty..."

The blush on Yan Jiaoran's face deepened.

She has realized that what she said is inappropriate, but for the sake of her father's foundation and for the Great Zhou!

A little personal honor and disgrace means nothing.

With a smile on his face, he slowly said, "How about letting Qin Yuan enter the palace?"

This time, Murong Yanran heard it clearly.

Clearly understood.

"Well……"

"Your Majesty, everything is fine."

"Why let Qin Yuan enter the palace as a eunuch? Isn't this just losing a genius..."

Murong Yanran carefully chose her words and tried to persuade him earnestly.

Yan Jiaoran shook her head, two faint blushes appearing on her snowy face:

"That's not what I meant."

"I mean, take Qin Yuan into the palace and let him govern the country!"

The words fell.

Murong Yanran was completely petrified.

Your Majesty, are you serious?

How is this possible!

Murong Yanran persuaded in a gentle voice, "Your Majesty! Qin Yuan is a married man!"

"I know."

Yan Jiaoran's face flushed, her breathing felt like burning, and she murmured.

Murong Yanran hurriedly persuaded:

"Your Majesty! This is absolutely unacceptable!"

"If Your Majesty wishes to choose a husband, there are many outstanding candidates in the world who have never been married and are of noble character."

"Why...why...choose a married man!"

"Qin Yuan is already an official appointed by the imperial court. Your Majesty only needs to use him and gradually promote him. One day, he will naturally be able to become a prime minister and oversee the country!"

Yan Jiaoran remained silent, but the sadness and melancholy in her eyes were so strong that they could not be dispelled.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Murong Yanran wanted to persuade him again, but was inexplicably enveloped by a thick sadness.

I couldn't open my mouth and utter a word.

a long time.

The blush on Yan Jiaoran's face faded.

He then became the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who was both civil and military and held great power.

Graceful and dignified.

A variety of manners.

Instead of that gentle and charming woman who wants to be married.

Leisurely said:

"I understand."

"Go back to the palace."

The words fell.

The carriage fell into dead silence.

No conversation along the way.

…

Return to the palace.

Yan Jiaoran moved her lotus steps lightly, the outline of her slender legs emerging from the cloth of her clothes, and she walked back to the imperial study in a graceful manner.

"Close the door."

She ordered casually.

He walked straight to the desk piled with files, sat down, picked up his pen, opened the file, and began to review the documents again.

Murong Yanran did not dare to act rashly. After closing the door, she stood quietly by the side, waiting for the emperor's orders.

Yan Jiaoran reviewed several documents and flipped through a few pages of the daily account.

Without raising her head, she ordered, "Yanran, go and get busy first."

"Remember, there must be no mistakes in this matter."

"Yes, sir."

Murong Yanran gladly accepted the order and went to select trustworthy guards to prepare for salt production.

Yan Jiaoran casually reviewed the official documents and complained:

"Such a small country, but there are so many things to do. How can there be so many annoying trivial matters?"

"When will I be able to finish watching it?"

"I should have known not to become this useless emperor."

"It would be great to cultivate in peace and tranquility."

"well--"

"You son of a bitch, you son of a bitch, when will you be able to legitimately become the regent?"

"I'm tired and don't want to do it anymore..."

As he spoke, he sighed, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Xuesusu's slender pink neck looks particularly charming under the light and shadow.

"Huh?"

Yan Jiaoran flipped through a memorial and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"The Grand Canal?"

“What ambition and courage!”

"I wonder whose handwriting it is?"

She stared at the memorial carefully and muttered to herself:

"Tsk tsk, it's you again, you bastard!"

"If I don't force you, will you not do anything?"

"If this can be accomplished, it will be comparable to the Qin Straight Road and the magnificent Great Wall."

"Unfortunately, the national treasury is now empty, disasters are rampant, and we are besieged by both internal and external difficulties. I'm afraid there is little hope of completing this feat."

Yan Jiaoran intertwined her fingers, and supported her cheek with the back of her soft and white hands.

The malicious smile is like a cunning kitten.

His sharp gaze grabbed Qin Yuan, who was far away in the Qin Mansion.

Murmured:

"but……"

"Since you dare to say it, you must be sure you can do it, right?"

"Hehe, just let me see how far you can go!"

"If you accomplish this, I will give you a great gift."

…

The sun is setting in the west and it is already dusk.

Murong Yanran asked someone to deliver the title deed of a shop and the salt trading documents to Qin Yuan.

There is also a pound of white salt from trial production.

Qin Yuan was dumbfounded by the high efficiency.

The meaning is very clear, open as soon as possible.

"If this evil woman had been so attentive in marrying someone, she wouldn't have become a Saint."

Qin Yuan muttered to himself.

Afterwards, he could only support his aching waist and walk with weak legs to find the actor to open the shop.

Even the donkeys in the production team didn't dare to do this...

But Murong Yanran didn't know what was happening.

But seeing Qin Yuan limping, he actually felt a little relieved and felt much better.

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