Mobile reading... Mobile reading... Mingfeng was stunned on the spot.
My heart was filled with mixed feelings of sorrow and joy.
Only Your Majesty can save him, but is Your Majesty willing?
A faint smile appeared on his face; though the smile was gentle, his joy was profound.
He forced himself to calm down and got into bed, then simply embraced Jiang Wujiang. Even a moment of pleasure was enough to spare him a lifetime of resentment.
Jiang Wujiang sighed silently. Clouds drifted by before his eyes. She was, after all, an emperor. Even the most willful person had moments when they couldn't be willful. Perhaps it was better to end it here.
The thought only lasted a moment.
She chuckled and set it aside.
If things really fall apart, what use is there for her, the monarch who has been in power for over twenty years?
Outside the window.
The wind blows, the trees sway, and the shadows of the branches dance.
Inside the window.
The red silk curtains were warm. After more than ten years of companionship, she was not heartless. Jiang Wujiang reached out and hugged Mingfeng back. She tried hard to recall what Mingfeng looked like when he was a child, but she could not remember.
After a long while, she could only sigh silently. Fo Nu was her heartless man, and she was Ming Feng's heartless man. It was probably the norm for people to betray each other in life.
She thought of that person, who had once been so happy in the mortal world, yet never forced him to do anything he didn't want to do. At the time, she thought it was too fussy, but now she realized it was just cowardice.
The happier I am, the more timid I become, and the more I don't want him to feel even the slightest bit unhappy...
...
After that day.
Everything seemed to have returned to how it was before.
The difference is that people seem to be more at peace, as if a ritual has truly removed all the restlessness from their hearts.
Mingfeng and Ruolan took the lead in reducing palace expenses, with those in higher positions cutting even more. On the contrary, the lower-ranking servants, whose salaries were already meager, saw their expenses reduced slightly.
Jiang Wujiang felt a gentle warmth in his heart as he looked at the items donated by the imperial harem.
Driven by greed, she was already tempted to kill ministers. A top-down overhaul of officialdom was slowly underway. Before long, the court would be filled with unease and fear, and everyone would be on edge. Those who knew what was good for them would share the emperor's burdens. It all depended on whether these ministers had the foresight.
Mingfeng transferred a lot of money from the inner palace. The amount was not large, but the silent support it provided was very meaningful.
Thinking of this, his eyes became even more ruthless. Even the people in the harem know that I am short of money. Don't those who attend court every day to plan for the country have such insight?
A massive purge has begun.
Those were the days.
People frequently die in the imperial court.
Yesterday, the garden was full of splendor, like the wealthy and powerful mansion of a noble family; the next day, it may be filled with rage and empty.
This continued for over a month, and finally, enough money and provisions were raised. Many corrupt officials were executed, and many cruel officials were also brought out. After this incident, Jiang Wujiang's power was more concentrated than ever before. Never before in history had an emperor been as effective as her, with orders being obeyed and policies being implemented smoothly.
Mingfeng was stunned on the spot.
My heart was filled with mixed feelings of sorrow and joy.
Only Your Majesty can save him, but is Your Majesty willing?
A faint smile appeared on his face; though the smile was gentle, his joy was profound.
He forced himself to calm down and got into bed, then simply embraced Jiang Wujiang. Even a moment of pleasure was enough to spare him a lifetime of resentment.
Jiang Wujiang sighed silently. Clouds drifted by before his eyes. She was, after all, an emperor. Even the most willful person had moments when they couldn't be willful. Perhaps it was better to end it here.
The thought only lasted a moment.
She chuckled and set it aside.
If things really fall apart, what use is there for her, the monarch who has been in power for over twenty years?
Outside the window.
The wind blows, the trees sway, and the shadows of the branches dance.
Inside the window.
The red silk curtains were warm. After more than ten years of companionship, she was not heartless. Jiang Wujiang reached out and hugged Mingfeng back. She tried hard to recall what Mingfeng looked like when he was a child, but she could not remember.
After a long while, she could only sigh silently. Fo Nu was her heartless man, and she was Ming Feng's heartless man. It was probably the norm for people to betray each other in life.
She thought of that person, who had once been so happy in the mortal world, yet never forced him to do anything he didn't want to do. At the time, she thought it was too fussy, but now she realized it was just cowardice.
The happier I am, the more timid I become, and the more I don't want him to feel even the slightest bit unhappy...
...
After that day.
Everything seemed to have returned to how it was before.
The difference is that people seem to be more at peace, as if a ritual has truly removed all the restlessness from their hearts.
Mingfeng and Ruolan took the lead in reducing palace expenses, with those in higher positions cutting even more. On the contrary, the lower-ranking servants, whose salaries were already meager, saw their expenses reduced slightly.
Jiang Wujiang felt a gentle warmth in his heart as he looked at the items donated by the imperial harem.
Driven by greed, she was already tempted to kill ministers. A top-down overhaul of officialdom was slowly underway. Before long, the court would be filled with unease and fear, and everyone would be on edge. Those who knew what was good for them would share the emperor's burdens. It all depended on whether these ministers had the foresight.
Mingfeng transferred a lot of money from the inner palace. The amount was not large, but the silent support it provided was very meaningful.
Thinking of this, his eyes became even more ruthless. Even the people in the harem know that I am short of money. Don't those who attend court every day to plan for the country have such insight?
A massive purge has begun.
Those were the days.
People frequently die in the imperial court.
Yesterday, the garden was full of splendor, like the wealthy and powerful mansion of a noble family; the next day, it may be filled with rage and empty.
This continued for over a month, and finally, enough money and provisions were raised. Many corrupt officials were executed, and many cruel officials were also brought out. After this incident, Jiang Wujiang's power was more concentrated than ever before. Never before in history had an emperor been as effective as her, with orders being obeyed and policies being implemented smoothly.
Mingfeng was stunned on the spot.
My heart was filled with mixed feelings of sorrow and joy.
Only Your Majesty can save him, but is Your Majesty willing?
A faint smile appeared on his face; though the smile was gentle, his joy was profound.
He forced himself to calm down and got into bed, then simply embraced Jiang Wujiang. Even a moment of pleasure was enough to spare him a lifetime of resentment.
Jiang Wujiang sighed silently. Clouds drifted by before his eyes. She was, after all, an emperor. Even the most willful person had moments when they couldn't be willful. Perhaps it was better to end it here.
The thought only lasted a moment.
She chuckled and set it aside.
If things really fall apart, what use is there for her, the monarch who has been in power for over twenty years?
Outside the window.
The wind blows, the trees sway, and the shadows of the branches dance.
Inside the window.
The red silk curtains were warm. After more than ten years of companionship, she was not heartless. Jiang Wujiang reached out and hugged Mingfeng back. She tried hard to recall what Mingfeng looked like when he was a child, but she could not remember.
After a long while, she could only sigh silently. Fo Nu was her heartless man, and she was Ming Feng's heartless man. It was probably the norm for people to betray each other in life.
She thought of that person, who had once been so happy in the mortal world, yet never forced him to do anything he didn't want to do. At the time, she thought it was too fussy, but now she realized it was just cowardice.
The happier I am, the more timid I become, and the more I don't want him to feel even the slightest bit unhappy...
...
After that day.
Everything seemed to have returned to how it was before.
The difference is that people seem to be more at peace, as if a ritual has truly removed all the restlessness from their hearts.
Mingfeng and Ruolan took the lead in reducing palace expenses, with those in higher positions cutting even more. On the contrary, the lower-ranking servants, whose salaries were already meager, saw their expenses reduced slightly.
Jiang Wujiang felt a gentle warmth in his heart as he looked at the items donated by the imperial harem.
Driven by greed, she was already tempted to kill ministers. A top-down overhaul of officialdom was slowly underway. Before long, the court would be filled with unease and fear, and everyone would be on edge. Those who knew what was good for them would share the emperor's burdens. It all depended on whether these ministers had the foresight.
Mingfeng transferred a lot of money from the inner palace. The amount was not large, but the silent support it provided was very meaningful.
Thinking of this, his eyes became even more ruthless. Even the people in the harem know that I am short of money. Don't those who attend court every day to plan for the country have such insight?
A massive purge has begun.
Those were the days.
People frequently die in the imperial court.
Yesterday, the garden was full of splendor, like the wealthy and powerful mansion of a noble family; the next day, it may be filled with rage and empty.
This continued for over a month, and finally, enough money and provisions were raised. Many corrupt officials were executed, and many cruel officials were also brought out. After this incident, Jiang Wujiang's power was more concentrated than ever before. Never before in history had an emperor been as effective as her, with orders being obeyed and policies being implemented smoothly.
Mingfeng was stunned on the spot.
My heart was filled with mixed feelings of sorrow and joy.
Only Your Majesty can save him, but is Your Majesty willing?
A faint smile appeared on his face; though the smile was gentle, his joy was profound.
He forced himself to calm down and got into bed, then simply embraced Jiang Wujiang. Even a moment of pleasure was enough to spare him a lifetime of resentment.
Jiang Wujiang sighed silently. Clouds drifted by before his eyes. She was, after all, an emperor. Even the most willful person had moments when they couldn't be willful. Perhaps it was better to end it here.
The thought only lasted a moment.
She chuckled and set it aside.
If things really fall apart, what use is there for her, the monarch who has been in power for over twenty years?
Outside the window.
The wind blows, the trees sway, and the shadows of the branches dance.
Inside the window.
The red silk curtains were warm. After more than ten years of companionship, she was not heartless. Jiang Wujiang reached out and hugged Mingfeng back. She tried hard to recall what Mingfeng looked like when he was a child, but she could not remember.
After a long while, she could only sigh silently. Fo Nu was her heartless man, and she was Ming Feng's heartless man. It was probably the norm for people to betray each other in life.
She thought of that person, who had once been so happy in the mortal world, yet never forced him to do anything he didn't want to do. At the time, she thought it was too fussy, but now she realized it was just cowardice.
The happier I am, the more timid I become, and the more I don't want him to feel even the slightest bit unhappy...
...
After that day.
Everything seemed to have returned to how it was before.
The difference is that people seem to be more at peace, as if a ritual has truly removed all the restlessness from their hearts.
Mingfeng and Ruolan took the lead in reducing palace expenses, with those in higher positions cutting even more. On the contrary, the lower-ranking servants, whose salaries were already meager, saw their expenses reduced slightly.
Jiang Wujiang felt a gentle warmth in his heart as he looked at the items donated by the imperial harem.
Driven by greed, she was already tempted to kill ministers. A top-down overhaul of officialdom was slowly underway. Before long, the court would be filled with unease and fear, and everyone would be on edge. Those who knew what was good for them would share the emperor's burdens. It all depended on whether these ministers had the foresight.
Mingfeng transferred a lot of money from the inner palace. The amount was not large, but the silent support it provided was very meaningful.
Thinking of this, his eyes became even more ruthless. Even the people in the harem know that I am short of money. Don't those who attend court every day to plan for the country have such insight?
A massive purge has begun.
Those were the days.
People frequently die in the imperial court.
Yesterday, the garden was full of splendor, like the wealthy and powerful mansion of a noble family; the next day, it may be filled with rage and empty.
This continued for over a month, and finally, enough money and provisions were raised. Many corrupt officials were executed, and many cruel officials were also brought out. After this incident, Jiang Wujiang's power was more concentrated than ever before. Never before in history had an emperor been as effective as her, with orders being obeyed and policies being implemented smoothly.
Mingfeng was stunned on the spot.
My heart was filled with mixed feelings of sorrow and joy.
Only Your Majesty can save him, but is Your Majesty willing?
A faint smile appeared on his face; though the smile was gentle, his joy was profound.
He forced himself to calm down and got into bed, then simply embraced Jiang Wujiang. Even a moment of pleasure was enough to spare him a lifetime of resentment.
Jiang Wujiang sighed silently. Clouds drifted by before his eyes. She was, after all, an emperor. Even the most willful person had moments when they couldn't be willful. Perhaps it was better to end it here.
The thought only lasted a moment.
She chuckled and set it aside.
If things really fall apart, what use is there for her, the monarch who has been in power for over twenty years?
Outside the window.
The wind blows, the trees sway, and the shadows of the branches dance.
Inside the window.
The red silk curtains were warm. After more than ten years of companionship, she was not heartless. Jiang Wujiang reached out and hugged Mingfeng back. She tried hard to recall what Mingfeng looked like when he was a child, but she could not remember.
After a long while, she could only sigh silently. Fo Nu was her heartless man, and she was Ming Feng's heartless man. It was probably the norm for people to betray each other in life.
She thought of that person, who had once been so happy in the mortal world, yet never forced him to do anything he didn't want to do. At the time, she thought it was too fussy, but now she realized it was just cowardice.
The happier I am, the more timid I become, and the more I don't want him to feel even the slightest bit unhappy...
...
After that day.
Everything seemed to have returned to how it was before.
The difference is that people seem to be more at peace, as if a ritual has truly removed all the restlessness from their hearts.
Mingfeng and Ruolan took the lead in reducing palace expenses, with those in higher positions cutting even more. On the contrary, the lower-ranking servants, whose salaries were already meager, saw their expenses reduced slightly.
Jiang Wujiang felt a gentle warmth in his heart as he looked at the items donated by the imperial harem.
Driven by greed, she was already tempted to kill ministers. A top-down overhaul of officialdom was slowly underway. Before long, the court would be filled with unease and fear, and everyone would be on edge. Those who knew what was good for them would share the emperor's burdens. It all depended on whether these ministers had the foresight.
Mingfeng transferred a lot of money from the inner palace. The amount was not large, but the silent support it provided was very meaningful.
Thinking of this, his eyes flashed with even more ruthlessness. Even the women of the harem know I'm short of money; do those who spend their days in court plotting the future of the empire lack such insight? (For the latest chapters, please visit Tangkexing on your mobile phone.)
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