...

Her hair, still slightly damp from being dried, was still moist when Liu Yi finished drying it. Meanwhile, Qingyin had finished reading the memorial.

With the memorial placed on the desk, Qingyin could finally rest.

In the darkness, the silent guards retreated into the shadows, protecting the beautiful young emperor.

Liu Yi remained quiet, but the hand that had been wiping His Majesty's hair couldn't help but rub it a few times, as if savoring the lingering fragrance on His Majesty's body.

—

A month has passed.

Significant changes occurred in the imperial court. First, the Eighth Prince was deposed and banished to a remote territory to guard it. Second, the Eighth Prince's wife was granted permission by His Majesty to divorce the Eighth Prince.

Moreover, His Majesty even established a girls' school for the Eighth Princess Consort, with the Eighth Princess Consort serving as its principal, specifically teaching female students.

This matter caused quite a stir in the capital. If it weren't for the significant age difference between the Emperor and the Eighth Princess, some people would have even suspected that the Emperor and the Eighth Princess had some kind of erotic relationship.

However, His Majesty's stunningly beautiful face is also proof.

It was hard for everyone to believe that the "old and faded" Eighth Princess Consort would be favored by His Majesty.

Qingyin doesn't care what people think; she's the one who makes the decisions.

Moreover, once Wei Chengming's gunpowder is developed, she will have no more worries.

As for her eighth uncle being demoted, Qingyin wasn't wrong about it. This man was old, but he was still making small moves, coveting her throne. That's why she found out as soon as she searched.

Now Lin Chuxue has come out, and Xia Yuemin is "dead." Now he is called Lin Yuemin and is Lin Chuxue's godson.

Qingyin simply sent the male protagonist of the novel to the sea to find grain seeds for her. With his good fortune, the things should be found soon.

Qingyin sat in the hall, thinking happily.

Lin Chuxue, no, Principal Lin, looked at the young emperor standing at the door who had sneaked out of the palace again, her eyes filled with helplessness.

"Your Majesty, why did you sneak out again? The princess will be worried if she stays in the palace."

Lin Chuxue gently persuaded her.

A hint of guilt flashed in Qingyin's eyes. "Hey, I came out openly and honestly, so you can't just say things like that, Minister Lin."

Well, she is Her Majesty. She came out on her own initiative, and she gave her own permission. How can that not be aboveboard?

Qingyin thought without a hint of guilt.

While staying in the palace, Xia Jingyao, who was summoned by the eunuchs of the Hall of Supreme Harmony to review memorials, couldn't help but ruffle her hair.

"Ah... my royal brother is really going too far."

Qingyin sneezed.

Lin Chuxue frowned. "Has Your Majesty caught a cold?"

Qingyin touched her nose. "It must be the older sisters in the palace who are thinking of me. Never mind, the reason I came out this time is to bring you a batch of exam papers. These are the ones I prepared for my three older sisters. They are ones I made before, and you can use them too."

Xia Jingyao, unaware of what was happening in the palace: "..."

Yes, I just want you to come back soon!

After throwing away the exam paper, Qingyin quickly changed course and began to stroll through the streets and alleys of the capital.

Several months have passed, the weather in Beijing is getting colder, and the days of the Winter Solstice and the Spring Festival are approaching.

Although there were fewer people doing business on the street, there were still plenty of people on the road, all walking around with smiles on their faces.

They look like a family that rarely gets together.

Qingyin sighed, gazing thoughtfully at the thin clothes worn by the pedestrians: "These days, people wear several summer shirts on top of each other, so they're not exactly cold."

In a few days, when the weather gets completely cold, these thin clothes won't be enough.

I just hope that the male lead, Lin Yuemin, will be helpful and find cotton or some kind of coal mine soon, so that these people won't have to worry about freezing in the winter.

While Qingyin was thinking about this, Lin Yuemin, who had been traveling on the ship for several days, with a stubble beard, dry lips, and tanned like a lump of coal, couldn't help but sneeze.

Could it be that Mother is thinking about him?

Although he lost a lot of weight during the sea voyage, he was in excellent spirits.

After leaving the Eighth Prince's mansion, he also resumed wearing men's clothing.

People in the capital might recognize his face, but on this ship, they only knew him as the ship's envoy personally appointed by His Majesty, and treated him with respect and unfamiliarity.

That attitude made him feel exceptionally comfortable, a feeling that the capital city could not provide.

Lin Yuemin's eyes lit up, and the sea gave him an unparalleled thrill.

Meanwhile, the original male protagonist in the novel's world found his new life dream at sea, and Qingyin didn't let the male protagonist's mother be idle either.

First, they opened girls' schools, and then they allowed female students to participate in the imperial examinations.

Step by step, several years later.

The Great Xia Dynasty grew increasingly powerful.

The previous year, Qingyin had helped Wei Chengming subdue the Northern Barbarians and destroy a certain small island nation that was always greedy, thanks to gunpowder.

When she finally conquered a vast territory, Qingyin revealed her gender and, at the age of thirty, passed the throne to her third sister, who was a few years older than her, thus ending her reign as an empress.

...

In the previous small world, Qingyin found being the emperor particularly tiring.

As soon as she returned to the system space, Qingyin couldn't help but pounce on the soft sofa.

"Ah, I'm so tired. I'm finally back. Being an emperor is really not for a lazy bum like me!"

System 996 appeared in a low voice: "The host isn't actually that tired, is he? The host ran away at the age of thirty. Isn't it Xia Jingyao who's exhausted?"

Qingyin: "..."

"Cough, get lost. A system that doesn't do its job has no right to talk to me." Qingyin threw a nearby cushion at the system cat in a fit of rage.

996 nimbly twisted its waist and dodged.

"Hey, you've broken down!"

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