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Long Xun's official duties were not busy. After he killed the Grand Minister of Works, someone else was promoted. The six Grand Commandant, Grand Tutor, Grand Protector, Grand Minister of Works, Grand Preceptor, and Grand Minister of Agriculture were all talented people. Long Xun entrusted them with the first reading of the memorials, making it clear that he would only make decisions himself if he was undecided.
However, every decision Long Xun made was accompanied by bloodshed and turmoil. The three dukes and three masters could not dissuade him, so they could only work hard and tremblingly to revise the memorials.
Those who attempt to deceive the emperor will inevitably meet a predictable end.
With the affairs of the imperial court finally settled, Long Xun had some free time and began to think about how to win over his lover.
_(:3」∠)_ I have absolutely no clue.
In this era, there are no dating guides or Baidu for help. When the Dragon God, whose emotional intelligence is shockingly low, tries to pursue someone, he discovers that pursuing someone is more difficult than creating the universe.
What's even more terrifying is that the person he's chasing... has absolutely no awareness of being chased.
During the meal, Long Xun specially brought over a plate of exquisite pastries and softly called out, "Yin Er."
Without a sound, the hidden assassin appeared beside the boy at his call, still kneeling respectfully, still dressed in black and wearing a mask that could change color.
"Get up, you don't need to kneel before me." A hint of agitation flashed in Long Xun's eyes, a hidden rage churning within before subsiding.
He had said it many times, but Yin Er would still kneel down every time he appeared, leaving him completely helpless.
The young emperor, with a cold expression, pushed a plate of pastries toward him and said, "I made these, have a taste."
Yin Er obediently got up, lifted his mask, took a piece of pastry with his slender fingers, put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, then lowered his hands and stood quietly with his back straight, silent and steady, like a reliable and steadfast mountain.
He didn't say a word, made a single unnecessary movement, or even glance at Long Xun from beginning to end.
Long Xun stared at him silently for a long time before finally speaking up and asking, "How does it taste?"
A clear, calm voice came from behind the mask, and Yin Er answered him with two short, forceful words: "Sweet."
Long Xun: "..."
As they headed to the Imperial Garden, Long Xun gazed at the blooming flowers and spoke again: "Yin Er."
The assassin appeared silently, knelt down to pay his respects, and then stood up at his master's command.
Long Xun picked a bunch of red flowers that he didn't recognize but thought were very beautiful, and presented them to Yin Er, saying coldly, "Here you go."
Yin Er silently accepted the flowers.
Long Xun didn't expect him to ask anything at all, he simply said, "It's for you."
Yin Er still did not react.
Long Xun: "..."
When they went out of the palace incognito through a secret passage.
Long Xun: "Yin Er... don't kneel."
Yin Er's knees almost hit the ground before Long Xun, unable to bear it any longer, pulled him up.
The tall young man's muscles tensed reflexively the moment he was touched, then quickly relaxed.
He silently lowered his head, his pure, dark eyes seeming to hold the stars of the universe, quietly watching his master.
The boy was half a head shorter than him. In order to stop him from kneeling down and grabbing him, they were standing too close at the moment. Yin Er could easily pull him into his arms with just a stretch of his hand.
Long Xun asked him, "Is there anywhere you'd like to go?"
Yin Er remained silent for a long while before finally speaking: "No." As a death squad member, he didn't need to have his own preferences.
Long Xun: "..."
I'm so annoyed!!
_(:3」∠)_ Was this how you felt when you faced me before, Ah Chen?
So that very day, a spoiled brat who bullied men and women and harassed beauties because his family had someone working in the palace was suddenly captured by the Imperial Guards and taken to the palace. The young emperor personally broke his spine. He didn't die, but he was just a lump of mud.
Amidst the terrified screams of the spoiled brat, the palace servants trembled as they saw the young emperor, his vertical pupils filled with tyranny, a chilling pleasure and enjoyment emanating from his cold brows.
The ministers just thought, "It seems that His Majesty has finally dealt with those corrupt officials and is now going to deal with wrongful convictions?"
The brutality of indiscriminately killing innocent people can make people want to resist, but the brutality towards evil people can make people feel just as happy.
It must be said that the ministers, who had been attending court every day for a month, accompanied by various screams and wails, had become accustomed to this kind of thing.
As long as they act uprightly and sit properly, His Majesty's spear will never be aimed at them, so why should they be afraid, fearful, or guilty?
Didn't you see the Imperial Censor practically grabbing the Emperor by the collar and yelling at him for his advice, yet the Emperor just endured it with murderous intent, without ever making a move against him?
If you are a good official and do practical things for the country and the people, His Majesty will not treat you unfairly.
On the contrary... they deserved to die anyway, so why feel indignant for these parasites?
That being said, even if they wanted to find fault with His Majesty, they couldn't defeat him.
Yes, even after death, one's soul might be crushed; that's terrifying.
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