But so be it, it's practically the same as being dead. There are no tasks assigned, and Yun Qing has no idea what she did to cause this so-called happiness value to increase.
But she soon had a guess.
Because the next day they learned that the head of the Imperial Household Department had been punished.
Gu Yun, the Chief Justice of the Court of Judicial Review, was also a ruthless man. In order to prevent such a corrupt official from finding a chance to escape, he worked for several nights without rest and finally put together all the information to convict Jia Zheng.
The Prince of Pingjiang was naturally delighted; he wished that Liang Zhigong had as few men as possible, as this would greatly increase his chances of winning.
The court was unusually lively that day. Although Wei Zixian was of low status and his voice was not very influential, he was a man of action. After Yun Qing gave him instructions, he was no longer so timid. He mobilized a group of friends to speak frankly and remonstrate in court. By the time the court session ended, Liang Zhigong's face was green.
Yun Qing privately instructed the Imperial Guards to maintain order in the capital during this period and to prevent any mishaps, especially those people she was closely monitoring.
The Imperial Guards had long been instructed by their commander to obey the Grand Tutor and His Majesty, and they immediately obeyed the order with great enthusiasm. It seemed that they had been suppressed for a long time and had finally found a way to vent their frustrations, so they were eager to make a big splash.
All these actions have disrupted the court's power structure. Some clever people realized that a change in the political landscape was imminent, and visiting cards were sent to the Li residence one after another, but Uncle Jiang rejected them all.
To put it bluntly, all those who come to him at this time are opportunists, swaying whichever way the wind blows. Yun Qing has no confidence in ensuring their loyalty, so it's better not to bother in the first place.
With so many things to do, before I knew it, it was the little tyrant's birthday.
Yun Qing truly gave him a full day off this time, picking him up from the palace as soon as he entered in the morning.
It's just that neither side cares whether the young emperor is here or not; otherwise, Yun Qing might not have been able to take him away so easily.
Last time, I only brought Xie Rang back to the Li residence; this time, I'm taking him on a tour of the capital.
Fortunately, things are relatively peaceful now; in a few years, we may not see such a good scene again.
There's a saying that goes, "A country cannot be without a ruler for a day." Although the court seems to be functioning normally at present, once the struggle between Duke Liang Zhi and Prince Pingjiang intensifies, the ministers will inevitably be unable to focus on handling state affairs.
Yun Qing felt melancholy.
There's still a tough battle ahead...
Xie Rang overheard her thoughts. The young man's eyes darkened slightly, and after a moment, a smile appeared on his face: "Grand Tutor doesn't seem happy?"
"How could that be?" Yun Qing withdrew his thoughts and tried his best to play the role of a qualified tutor when facing the little tyrant. "Today, it is not appropriate for Your Majesty to call me tutor. Please call me teacher."
Xie Rang readily agreed: "Teacher."
Well-behaved boys are just adorable.
Xie Rang then asked, "What did the teacher call me?"
Yun Qing choked. Good question. She didn't know either.
She asked, "Does His Majesty have a nickname?"
The name Xie Rang has a bad connotation, meaning to give up everything. However, it was the name given by the late emperor himself. Yun Qing did not know what the little tyrant really thought about the name.
The atmosphere in the carriage became somewhat quiet for a moment. Yun Qing remained silent for a while, and just as she was about to say "never mind," she heard a soft voice: "Qi An."
Yun Qing's pupils contracted slightly.
[Historically, there's no record of a tyrant's nickname being a prayer for peace?]
Xie Rang twitched his lips: "This name was given to me by my mother, but she only called me that once."
The woman buried deep in the palace was banished to the cold palace shortly after his birth for offending the emperor. She waited her whole life, but never saw the late emperor turn around and look at her.
Sometimes even Xie Rang didn't know if she had ever shown him a mother's tenderness, but now he could never get the answer.
Xie Rang tilted his head and looked at Yun Qing, wanting to see what this tutor, who always called him the Little Tyrant, thought of him.
However, what you ultimately receive is a comforting warmth that falls upon your head.
He didn't look up, but he had a mysterious intuition that the person must be smiling very gently.
"Qi'an is a good name, it suits Your Majesty. If Your Majesty does not mind, may I address you as such from now on?"
Xie Rang said in a muffled voice, "Whatever."
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Xie Rang only said he was going out to have fun, but once he actually came out, he didn't know what to do. He felt somewhat out of place in the unfamiliar surroundings.
Seeing his helplessness, Yunqing simply took his hand and walked with him.
"The storytellers in the teahouse are quite interesting. Would you like to go and watch?"
It's strange, why does the name Taifu sound so pleasant?
Xie Rang always felt particularly at ease when he was by Yun Qing's side. He had no objection: "I'll listen to my teacher."
If it weren't for his identity restrictions, Yun Qing would have liked to give him a tap on the head.
Is it the little tyrant's birthday or mine? Poor kid, why does he listen to everything I say?
Xie Rang: ...
He knew nothing about the outside world, but compared to that, he preferred to escape the palace walls and come outside. At least there was freedom and less oppression, even if it was only temporary, that was enough.
[Forget it, why think so much? The little brat hasn't been outside much. My job is to make him happy today.]
Although Yunqing rarely frequented such places of entertainment, Yunqing knew them inside and out. She pulled Xie Rang into a teahouse, and just in time, a storyteller was excitedly telling a tale.
Yun Qing ordered tea and pastries, and sat upstairs with the little tyrant to listen.
"...Speaking of that top scholar, he was also full of loyalty and courage, daring to stand up and support the young emperor when the empire was about to collapse. Good, good!"
"good--"
Storytellers are masters at engaging the audience, their intonations and cadences perfectly timed. They pause abruptly at the most exciting part, waiting for the applause from the audience before continuing, creating a lively atmosphere.
The more Yun Qing listened to him, the more she felt something was off. Before she could think about it further, the little tyrant laughed and said, "Isn't this story about me and my teacher?"
What kind of quirks do people have these days? They dare to say such things right under the nose of the capital! Aren't they afraid of running into the person in question? This is so embarrassing!
Yun Qing gritted her teeth and calmly said, "Most of the stories told by storytellers come from real life. Qi An should just take it in stride."
"oh……"
Xie Rang answered, drawing out the last syllable, a teasing smile visible in his eyes.
Why is the Grand Tutor always so hypocritical?
To be fair, a storyteller who can make a living in the capital must be quite skilled. Yun Qing endured the awkwardness and listened for a while, gradually becoming quite engrossed. When the storyteller said, "To find out what happens next, please listen to the next episode," she felt a little reluctant to leave.
She glanced sideways at the little tyrant: "Does Qi An want to continue listening? Or should we go somewhere else?"
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