Chapter 10 A furious outburst: "Right Chancellor Su Xueyi has taken sick leave again, he..."
After returning from the secret burial site, Ying Xi took a nap on the dragon throne in the study.
He was so tired that he only truly felt the enormous side effects that the "return to town" function had on his body.
Ying Xi curled up in the chair and then folded her legs over her chest.
Sleeping like this may lack authority, but it gives him a great sense of security. He does this whenever no one is around.
However, it wasn't long before they were disturbed by the jade mirror standing outside the screen.
"Your Majesty," Yu Jing called softly, used to the emperor not taking them along, as he could protect himself, "You're back?"
Ying Xi didn't open her eyes, didn't move, and her eyelids felt very heavy.
Yu Jing gazed at the hazy silhouette reflected on the screen and reported, "You did not see any court officials today. As His Majesty instructed, all memorials were delivered to the Secretariat."
"Your Majesty is wise. There are no important military matters today. The Right Chancellor has handled them all and did not leave any memorials for you on his desk."
"In addition," Yu Jing paused and then said, "the Qixia Gate tower in the South City has been reported for repair every year, and each repair costs nearly ten thousand taels of silver."
"The Right Chancellor believes that this is due to lax management of Qixia Gate, with food vendors hawking their wares along the street, causing people from all the gates to converge here. Who would have thought that the two were connected!"
Ying Xi adjusted his posture on the dragon throne, making a rustling sound as his clothes rubbed together, but he remained silent.
Yu Jing tentatively commented, "The Right Chancellor is a man of great talent."
Behind the screen, Ying Xi sighed coldly.
Yu Jing quickly changed the subject, saying, "Your Majesty is tired. Shall I help you back to your bed to rest?"
"..." As Ying Xi began to learn to relax and break free from the shackles of her self-imposed moral constraints, her own desires also began to increase.
It's time to get up and return to my palace.
He quickly thought of someone who could help him move out of the study, and after only a few steps, he even considered being lazy.
Ying Xi chuckled to herself, then cheered herself up, went back to her palace, curled up into a ball, and crawled into bed to sleep.
"A tyrannical ruler."
"A tyrannical ruler, bringing disaster to the country and its people!"
What, a sound...
Before my eyes was that scene of blood and fire once again.
After falling asleep, Ying Xi revisited the scene of the fall of Chang'an in her dream and saw many crowds of people.
Most of these figures met him face to face before quickly passing by, each with a different face.
They betrayed him, hurt him, and even tried to assassinate him, and then, in different voices but with the same malice, they cursed him as a tyrant.
"You tyrannical ruler, why did you kill my father?"
"You tyrant, I won't listen to your advice! Let the Qin Dynasty perish!"
“You tyrant, your teacher has long been loyal to Li Yilong.”
"A tyrannical ruler..."
The piercing sound continued to echo.
However, Ying Xi no longer had the desire to explain.
He let the fleeting shadows pass by, his gaze empty, as if watching a long shadow play.
One of the fleeting glimpses was about to meet him.
Ying Xi looked at the person, her pupils dilating slightly. The other person had a stunningly beautiful face that could amaze Chang'an. The person was dressed in white, naturally arrogant, and had a cold gaze when they met eyes. When leaving, the person showed no reluctance.
Su Xueyi's fleeting image pierced through Ying Xi—
Ying Xi's heart skipped a beat at that moment!
He tried to persuade him to stay out of habit, but then abruptly turned away.
But Su Xueyi grew further and further away, her figure disappearing into a faint white dot, her voice trailing off with a disdainful "tyrant."
“Su Xueyi…”
"Su Xueyi!!!"
Yingxi shouted desperately in her dream.
The excitement made him open his eyes. He was awake from his dream. He looked up and saw the familiar carved wooden panels on the ceiling.
As the morning light slanted in, the satin quilts on the dragon bed in Weiyang Palace shimmered with a soft sheen. Since his rebirth, the eunuchs and maids had all adapted; if he didn't call out to anyone, no one would wake him.
Ying Xi silently wiped the sweat from her forehead.
The gloomy feeling from the dream lingered for a long time, and Yingxi lay there lost in thought.
"Hehe, Your Majesty!"
Sweetie appeared very early today, her voice languid, as if she were muttering something to herself. Her voice rang in Yingxi's ears:
—"You're up to something~"
Ying Xi frowned, wondering what was going on, and looked out of the bed.
Sweet Tong chuckled sheepishly, "This is the first time I've heard you talk in your sleep, even muttering someone else's name. Your Majesty, who is Su Xueyi?"
After the question was asked, Tian Tong looked on expectantly.
Ying Xi's expression changed: "Quiet."
***
Please tell me! Please tell me!
Tell me, tell me—
Is Su Xueyi His Majesty's beloved?
After getting up, Ying Xi continued his health regimen of taking a walk before going to work.
As spring gradually arrives, the willows in Weiyang Palace sprout new buds, and birds should be singing on the branches.
But Yingxi couldn't hear the birds chirping at all, because the system's voice was louder than the birds'.
Today, Yingxi's commands are no longer effective.
It wasn't exactly disobeying the imperial decree; it was just being unreasonable, figuring that he wouldn't hold it against it, and making wild guesses. Yingxi didn't want to explain to him.
Ying Xi's ears were practically calloused from hearing it so much.
I originally wanted to say, "Su Xueyi is someone I want to kill," to shut it up.
However, Yingxi anticipated that Tian Tong would definitely say "love-hate relationship is so sweet" and then become even more interested, making it impossible to continue the conversation.
He decided to divert the system's attention.
Yingxi changed the subject: "The atmosphere I experienced the other day was very strange."
"I can give it to you and Su Xueyi!"
Sweet Leader: "I can also increase the probability of triggering atmosphere-driving forces, and even specify certain scenarios!"
"..."
Ying Xi sighed deeply in secret.
In order to completely steer the conversation away from Su Xueyi, Ying Xi continued her stroll along the path of Weiyang Palace, lined with weeping willows, while seemingly casually posing a question.
Ying Xi asked, "What is a designated scene?"
A few magnolia petals drifted before Yingxi's eyes.
The petals were as white as snow, and he gently held them in his open palm; they were soft to the touch.
"Does Your Majesty still remember the secret treasury?"
"I remember." It would be abnormal to forget that embarrassing memory. "You mean you can make minor changes to the environment?"
Ying Xi pondered slowly, and said as she thought, "For example, let flowers fall in this area as well."
Yingxi walked to another willow tree.
Sure enough, a few more fresh petals fell from the gaps in the tender yellow and green branches of the willow tree.
Sweetie asked, "Is it romantic?"
Ying Xi had never heard of this term before, but she could roughly understand it: "Very elegant."
He spoke again in that voice that sounded like ice and jade clashing.
In an instant, Tian Tong felt dizzy and then his desire to perform surged, casting a bright holy light over Ying Xi.
“This atmosphere is called ‘highlight moment’,” Tian Tong explained.
The light faded, and a small patch of dark clouds and thunder appeared overhead. A drop of water clung to Ying Xi's delicate nose. *Plop*
"This atmosphere is called 'heartbreaking grief'."
“And ‘heroic and dashing’.” A gentle breeze ruffled Ying Xi’s sleeves.
The wind intensified, creating a sense of desolation, with withered leaves falling with the wind: "This set is called 'Heartbroken'."
Sweetie proudly declared, "I still have many more."
A strand of hair fluttered by her temples as Ying Xi casually brushed away the withered leaves from the folds of her clothes.
The atmosphere-boosting feature demonstrated by the system truly impressed Yingxi.
During his brainstorming process, he had already devised different ways to use the function.
Ying Xi is pragmatic. Since she's bound to a system, she can't waste it. No matter what kind of system it is, she can try to tame it.
Therefore, Ying Xi has been planning since yesterday how to make the romance system work for her.
Ying Xi's abilities are self-evident, and her decisiveness is also beyond question.
He quickly applied this knowledge to other situations and realized that using the love system to change fate and save the country wasn't entirely impossible.
First of all, since ancient times, the relationship between ruler and subject has been like that of husband and wife.
Qu Yuan's "Chu Ci" often uses the analogy of a monarch and a beautiful woman to represent the relationship between a ruler and his subject.
He certainly wouldn't fall in love with every subject, but he certainly needed to maintain the people's goodwill towards him, so completing tasks to gain charm points was crucial.
Think about it again: changing the environment, instant teleportation, providing items (whatever the item is)...
Everything that the dating system can provide may come in handy at some point in the future.
This perfectly aligns with Xunzi's idea that a gentleman is not born different, but rather makes good use of things.
Ying Xi understood everything, her pores felt refreshed, and even her body became better than before.
Looking up into the distance, the sky was clear and the air was fresh, a scene of springtime beauty.
He was forming a sentence in his mind, and Ying Xi firmly told himself:
—Anything that the sun and moon shine upon can be used by me.
Ying Xi smiled.
Then the corners of his lips quickly drooped down.
Sweetie excitedly said, "So let me help you date Su Xueyi!!!"
"Cough...cough cough cough, cough." Ying Xi stopped and suddenly coughed violently while holding onto the bark of a willow tree.
His cough this time wasn't caused by the wind, but rather by a connection he couldn't make.
Thinking of her past life with Su Xueyi, Ying Xi gritted her teeth in secret.
Sweet Tong was a little flustered and asked timidly, "Your Majesty?"
My cough is so bad.
Ying Xi was beautiful yet fragile, and Tian Tong was well aware of his physical condition, which was completely inconsistent with his personality.
Sweetheart Tong put down her fantasies and asked with concern, "Is Your Majesty alright?"
Generally speaking, his health is not good.
Of course, he wouldn't easily show weakness.
Ying Xi adjusted her breathing, refrained from answering the question about her constitution, and continued to lead the conversation: "Tell me something else."
"What?"
"What else can you do?"
"Okay, okay." After all, the host's reaction was too strong. Although Sweet Universe knew there was gossip to be had, there was a limit to her curiosity.
Sweetie said, "I can also play back text messages."
Text replay?
Ying Xi pondered inwardly, and realized that the meaning was indeed self-evident.
Sweet Tong had already presented the text to him in a semi-transparent floating window.
Ying Xi: Tell me something else.
Sweetie: What?
Yingxi: Tell me what else you can do.
Isn't that exactly what they were talking about just now?
Golden characters in clerical script floated, Ying Xi's deep gray pupils were filled with shimmering light, and her eyelashes blinked slowly.
He's already figuring out how to make the most of the romance system.
If there were outsiders present at this moment, they would surely be attracted by this scene, because they would be captivated by his appearance.
But behind those beautiful eyes lay thoughts of the most expansive and authoritative things in the world.
"His Majesty?"
"Um."
"Let me tell you about the other features. Would you like to hear more?"
"Can."
Whether Yingxi tells her or not is irrelevant. Even if she doesn't, Yingxi will ask her about it later.
But Ying Xi was somewhat relieved that Tian Tong had finally forgotten about Su Xueyi for the time being.
Yingxi said, "Go ahead and speak."
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
The person who caught up with Ying Xi along the willow-lined path was not Yu Jing, but another eunuch whom Ying Xi remembered; he was Yu Jing's apprentice.
The Grand Eunuch of Weiyang Palace was adept at currying favor with the emperor, but he was not always by the emperor's side.
Right now, Yu Jing is personally supervising the cleaning of Weiyang Palace so that Ying Xi can return after her walk and her office will be spotless.
Yu Jing is generous in giving newcomers opportunities; if a newcomer doesn't perform well, it will only highlight her own importance.
Ying Xi hadn't thought that far ahead, but she was somewhat displeased by the little eunuch's rash behavior.
"What's the rush?"
Little did the young eunuch know that His Majesty disliked the behavior of a fickle, unruly man. Dutiful yet indignant, he reported, "Right Chancellor Su Xueyi has taken sick leave again. He's waiting for you to coax him back to the Ministry of Personnel to take his post..."
Sweetie: "Tell me quickly how to coax him!!!"
Suddenly, the romance system started excitedly chattering in Ying Xi's mind.
Although she couldn't see the images, Ying Xi could still imagine the scene of the system pounding away, and the topic she had just put down was stirred up again by the little eunuch.
Ying Xi took a deep breath, and the coolness that traveled from his throat to his lungs cooled him down.
Ying Xi offered a strategic reassurance: "It's alright."
The young eunuch said, "But the Ministry of Personnel is currently leaderless. The Left Prime Minister is unable to make any decisions. The officials have been scattered since morning, and many important matters are waiting for someone to take the lead and make a decision."
Recently, after Ying Xi was reborn, she took care of herself, gave herself a break, and left government affairs to the Ministry of Personnel.
Now that some time has passed, the Ministry of Personnel must be exhausted.
Su Xueyi has reverted to her old ways; now is the perfect time for her to put on airs and act superior.
Thinking of her past life with Su Xueyi, Ying Xi frowned.
There was a magnolia petal still in his palm, which accompanied his restless mind. His fingernails dug into the magnolia petal, and the sap seeped out, making his palm hurt.
Ying Xi suddenly sneered and raised her chin.
The eunuch, however, readily flattered, "Your Majesty has arranged to travel to the Prime Minister's residence?"
"No."
The eunuch was taken aback: "You intend to go on foot?"
"I will not go."
The eunuch tried hard to suppress his astonishment.
Yingxi noticed the eunuch's expression and inexplicably felt a sense of vengeful pleasure at the impending situation.
"If I don't go, then let him stay at home and lie there."
"I will personally inspect the Imperial Secretariat later."
Little eunuch: "Yes, yes!"
The eunuch hurriedly went to prepare the palanquin, then scurried away and disappeared again like a flustered chicken into the willow-lined path of Weiyang Palace.
The eunuch left.
Sweet Tong has fully revived, his tone instantly shifting from a romance system to a gossip system, eagerly awaiting the juicy gossip once more:
"Your Majesty, what exactly is going on between you and Su Xueyi?"
Ying Xi snorted softly.
How can I express my anger to the point of wanting to kill this person in a way that prevents the system from swaying me into a love-hate relationship?
Yingxi had a thousand thoughts running through her mind.
In the end, I decided not to mention killing or hatred.
The emperor wanted to use clear and precise language to solemnly express to the system his disappointment and anger towards Prime Minister Su Xueyi.
Ying Xi: "He has let me down."
System: "—Aa ...
Why is it screaming even louder?
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