When Tu Shan Lingxi woke up, it was already late. She felt that she was in a particularly warm and comfortable place and didn't want to wake up.
"Aww~"
"You're awake. Are you hungry?"
Tu Shan Lingxi then realized that she was nestled in Wan Qijin's arms. No wonder it was so warm. She rubbed against his large hand affectionately.
"Awooooo~"
Her round little head was tilted back, and she opened her mouth and cried out, clearly hungry. Her adorable little face made Wan Qijin laugh out loud.
The man lay languidly on the soft couch, his three thousand white hairs cascading messily over his thin, dark nightgown. His lips curved slightly, his thick, long eyelashes trembled, and he patted the little fox's head.
The little fox was pure white, without a single stray hair. Its fur was fluffy, and its paws were spotless. It was obvious that the Grand Preceptor had cleaned it with magic.
Tu Shan Lingxi hooked her little paws around Wan Qijin's collar, and her animal instincts made her lick Wan Qijin's Adam's apple involuntarily.
After finishing this task, Tu Shan Lingxi realized what she had done. She covered her head with her little hands, not daring to look at Wan Qijin again, for fear that the man would laugh at her.
The damp touch startled Wan Qijin. He looked down at the little fox in his arms.
Seeing her little paws covering her eyes, which seemed to be an attempt to conceal something, Wan Qijin's eyes flashed with surprise. This little one was far too intelligent.
"Foxes should eat some meat. Chicken is good; it's tender and delicious, and easy for you to gnaw on with your little teeth, isn't it?"
Wan Qijin spoke tentatively, and unsurprisingly, he saw the little fox's ears twitch, clearly indicating that it understood.
A look of understanding flashed in his eyes. It seemed that this little fox had an unusual background. He just didn't know if it was a demon or a half-demon.
While he was deep in thought, Tu Shan Lingxi kept acting cute and snuggling in his arms, looking adorable.
"Awooooo~"
Wan Qijin used his large, straight hands to rub her ears. Seeing how hard she was trying to be cute, he let her off the hook for the time being.
He called out, "Changfeng, prepare more cooked chicken, no need to add salt."
"Yes, sir."
The person outside received the order and hurriedly left to prepare.
However, Tu Shan Lingxi looked distressed. She remembered that in her previous life, she had been tricked by Yin Yi with a few roast chickens, and there was a reason for it.
At the Imperial Preceptor's residence, I could only eat some tasteless white meat, which was barely edible; it was truly a very austere existence.
"Awoo~"
Tu Shan Lingxi could only wail in despair, lamenting that she would have to live a poor and miserable life, and then slumped listlessly in Wan Qijin's arms.
They looked like they had lost their former vitality, and their appearance was quite pitiful. If it were an ordinary person, they would have felt sorry for them and not know what to do.
However, the Grand Preceptor was no ordinary person. He himself did not have a great pursuit of food and drink, so he naturally could not understand the little fox's suffering.
But the little fox was also cute even when it was listless, Wan Qijin secretly smiled, an undeniable smile flashing in her eyes.
He knew, of course, that demons or half-demons could eat normal human food, but he just wanted to tease the little guy.
It is foreseeable that with this little fox as a companion, the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion will no longer be deserted in the future.
The charcoal inside was burning brightly, crackling and popping as it burned, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold winter.
...
In contrast to the relaxed atmosphere at the Grand Preceptor's residence, several ministers were kneeling in the royal palace, especially in the Yin Palace where the tyrant handled state affairs, their legs trembling and sweating profusely.
Yin Palace.
The atmosphere was tense and oppressive. Despite it being the dead of winter, everyone was sweating profusely, fearing that the emperor's blade would fall on their heads.
The direction they were kneeling towards was that of a man holding a large knife, the tip of which was still dripping with blood. The blood flowed down to their feet, a chilling sight.
The man had long, narrow eyes with deep, dark pupils, like a chilling, dark pool. One glance was enough to terrify anyone and make them afraid to meet his eyes.
His lips were thin and crimson, as if they had been soaked in blood, intertwined with his half-disheveled black hair, exuding an imposing aura without anger, and a sense of calm madness.
This man is none other than the current emperor, Yin Changling.
He grew up with wolves and was taken in by the imperial advisor, who carefully raised him. He successfully ascended the throne with his ruthless methods.
Although Yin Changling was relatively late in becoming civilized, he was able to handle state affairs with ease after being taught by Wan Qijin. However, he was not tactful in his dealings and often executed ministers who failed to perform their duties.
Therefore, he was also given the title of "tyrant". The people did not understand the affairs of state and followed the crowd blindly, and the reputation of "tyrant" spread.
Now, his sharp gaze swept over everyone present, having just beheaded an incompetent man.
He was sent to the front lines to transport supplies, but he lost them, causing thousands of soldiers to starve to death. How despicable!
If he hadn't been transferred in time and allowed the surrounding tribes to supply provisions, far more than just a few thousand people would have starved to death. What use is a grain official like that?
"If anyone can tell us where the grain was lost, then killing him would be the best solution."
Yin Changling parted her red lips slightly, and although her tone was not harsh, it frightened the ministers so much that they all went limp, broke out in a cold sweat, and wished they could faint on the spot.
However, if Yin Changling were so easily dealt with, he wouldn't be a tyrant. His gaze was sharp as he scanned everyone, finally settling on the person whose head was bowed the lowest.
"You tell me—"
"Your Majesty, I truly do not know."
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