Chapter 40 The Sorrow of a Time-Traveling Woman (3)
"Empress, the Emperor has fainted," the young eunuch hurried into the Yikun Palace to report.
Mu Yan raised her eyelids and said, "Why are you panicking? You are fainting, but you are not dead."
The young eunuch was so frightened by Mu Yan's shocking words that his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, trembling.
"Tell me, how did you get dizzy?"
"The Emperor is with Concubine Wu..." The young eunuch hesitated, not daring to say the rest.
The evening smoke opened the screen window. It was noon now. The sun was scorching and the sound of cicadas could be heard from time to time.
The dog emperor starts doing things in the middle of the day. If he doesn't feel dizzy, who else will?
Mu Yan lowered the screen window and walked over to sit on the chaise longue. "What did the imperial physician say? Can he still be saved?"
The little eunuch's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he almost fell to the ground when he heard Mu Yan's words.
"The imperial physician said that the emperor was overworked,"
Muyan understood that this was because he was physically exhausted, but he refused to admit his age and was exhausted from lack of energy.
Should!
"Your son pays his respects to the Queen Mother," Yuan An saluted respectfully.
Mu Yan was brought back to her senses by Yuan An's voice. Looking at the straight-backed young man, she gave herself a thumbs-up in her heart.
The people she trained were just awesome!
"Go and see the emperor. If you don't want to go in, don't go. Just hang out at the door and let those old guys know you're there. After you're done, come back and eat."
"Yes," Yuan An left the Yiku Palace and went to the Yangxin Palace.
Just as Muyan said, Yuanan took a stroll to Yangju Palace and greeted the Grand Tutor.
Without even looking at Emperor Qing lying on the bed, he turned around and went back to Yikun Palace to have lunch with Muyan.
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"Wanzi, is there any way to take back the Dog Emperor's space?"
Muyan thought that if there hadn't been the spring water in the space over the years, this waste would have died countless times.
When she kept him, he was still useful and could drink from the spring water as he pleased. But now, there was no use in keeping him and he didn't need to drink from the spring water anymore.
Maruzai: "I can't take it back. I can only destroy it unilaterally, and only I can destroy it."
Mu Yan was unhappy, "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and do it."
Maruzai: "Okay."
Emperor Qing was squatting beside a mountain spring in the space, drinking the spring water. Suddenly, a strong and dazzling white light appeared in front of him, and then Emperor Qing was bounced out of the space without any preparation.
After Emperor Qing was ejected, he wanted to get in again, but no matter what, he couldn't get in.
Muyan took away his space.
His ambition to unify the world.
He could no longer drink the spring water to strengthen his body.
…
For a moment, countless questions emerged in Emperor Qing's mind. Without time to think carefully, he hurried to Yiku Palace.
"Where is my space? Why did you take it away? Believe it or not, I can kill you right now."
Before Emperor Qing came, he picked up a precious sword that could cut through iron like mud. At this moment, the blade of the sword was only a few centimeters away from Muyan's slender neck.
Mu Yan was still sitting leisurely on the chaise longue. "This space is mine. I just lent it to you temporarily before. Now I don't want to give it to you anymore, so I'm taking it back. Is there any problem?"
When Emperor Qing heard her words, his knife-holding hand began to tremble with excitement.
"I am the Supreme Lord. Everything in the world belongs to me. If you hand over the space now, I will forgive you and spare your life. Otherwise, I will kill you."
The sudden disappearance of space was a devastating blow to Emperor Qing.
He could feel that his body was not as good as before. Without the divine spring water from space, he might not be able to survive for a year.
Over the years, he has unified most of the world with the help of the military books in the space.
Now that there is no space, his body is in this condition again.
The ambition of unifying the world seemed to be getting further and further away from him.
Mu Yan raised her hand, pinched the blade with two fingers, and gently bent it. The sword that could cut iron like mud was instantly broken into two halves.
"The world will soon no longer belong to you. It's time for you to abdicate."
Mu Yan didn't touch him in these years, firstly because Yuan An was still young, and secondly because she was waiting. When the dog emperor had almost recovered the world, she would reap the benefits.
No matter how great the achievement is, people will always remember the person who made the final effort. As for who made what efforts before that, no one will care.
Emperor Qing's health condition took a turn for the worse, and soon he was unable to get out of bed.
In the Yangju Palace, there was a sleep-inducing incense burning, mixed with the faint scent of narcissus flowers. An unnoticed scent of lust surrounded Emperor Qing's nose all day long.
Every day, there were various beauties serving him closely. He could do nothing but watch, feeling as uncomfortable as if being scratched by a cat's claws.
"You look in good spirits, with a rosy complexion," Mu Yan sat down on the chaise longue in the Yangju Palace, looking at the person on the bed with a smile on her face.
Emperor Qing stared with his cloudy eyes, whimpering for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Mu Yan turned her head away in disdain. "I came here to tell you that out of the 368 concubines in the harem, I have released all 128 of them, the ones you didn't favor."
"You didn't see how grateful they were to me."
The person on the bed was shouting louder and louder, but this did not affect Mu Yan's own words at all.
"The rest, those who had only been favored once or twice, were directly distributed to the ministers in the court as concubines. They repeatedly assured me that they would treat them well."
Mu Yan ignored the Emperor's bulging eyes and counted on her fingers for a long time, "There are less than fifty concubines left in the palace. I'll ask them if they are willing to be buried with you."
Mu Yan sighed with regret as she shook her head, "That head shook harder than a rattle."
"They don't want to, and I can't force them. I've banished them all to the cold palace for you, including your childhood sweetheart, Concubine Yun."
Emperor Qing struggled hard to pull the mosquito net to the edge, and tried several times to get up with the help of the mosquito net, but failed.
Mu Yan saw it but pretended not to see it, "Oh, I forgot to tell you the most important thing."
Mu Yan paused for a moment, pretending to be mysterious, and continued, "At this morning's court session, at the unanimous insistence of the court officials, you have been promoted to the position of Supreme Emperor, and my An'er has become the Emperor of Daxia."
Wanzai: "If you say a few more words, he will bleed to death."
Mu Yan swung her sleeves and said, "Useless trash, you get so angry after just a few words. I'll spare your life for now, and I'll have a surprise for you later."
Without Mu Yan's stimulation, Emperor Qing lay in bed safely for another half a year.
It was a sunny and breezy day, and Muyan came to Yangju Palace to see Emperor Qing again.
The eight-foot-tall man had been lying down for these days, his body shriveled and only a skeleton was left supporting him. When he saw Muyan, hatred suddenly burst out from his dark and turbid eyes.
The person who could still hum and moan half a year ago can now not even utter a syllable.
"I came here to tell you good news. This morning, the envoys from Da'an presented a letter of surrender. The world is now unified."
When Emperor Qing heard Mu Yan's words, he shook his head back and forth excitedly, as if to say that his ambition of unifying the world had been accomplished.
"It's just," Mu Yan paused, "this has nothing to do with you."
Emperor Qing's eyes were dull and puzzled.
"An'er is the overlord who unified the world. He is the only one praised by future generations for thousands of years."
"In other words, everything you have done over the years has been to prepare the way for the son you dislike the most," Mu Yan chuckled.
Emperor Qing couldn't believe this. His chaotic mind now soberly replayed the scenes of him leading troops into battle, winning battles, and celebrating with wine...
Mu Yan had only taken a few steps out of Yangju Palace when she heard the sound of funeral bells resounding throughout the entire palace.
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