Chapter 11
What happened to the terminal?
He would be informed of every little thing. What a crappy design!
Wen Jiyu opened the terminal and prepared to find the people from the design institute to ask them to cancel this function of the terminal directly - it was shaking all day long and there was no battle to fight, which was so annoying.
At worst, just cancel his.
But when he reached the end, he paused and did not continue.
After a while, Wen Ji and Manbujing chose another person and clicked on video communication.
He didn't have to wait long.
As soon as the terminal video was connected, before Wen Jiyu could even open his mouth, he saw a group of people kneeling down.
The minister at the front bowed his head, his forehead almost touching the ground, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty..." Looking behind the minister, almost all the relatives were there. Some of the brave ones just had a little sweat on their foreheads, while some of the timid ones were shaking like sieves, as if they were sick.
The most normal ones among them were children who had just reached adulthood, with a confused look in their eyes, and some were even a little excited because they were seeing His Majesty for the first time.
Wen Ji read it with great interest.
"Do you know where you went wrong?" he asked.
There was complete silence all around.
The minister burst into tears and trembled as he said, "I...I shouldn't have rashly spoken in the hall that day, trying to interrupt Your Majesty and kill...kill..." He paused, wanting to change to a more gentle word, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "Killing innocent people." After saying this, he raised his head, his eyes tinged with worry, "But Your Majesty, you really can't continue to act so recklessly. Before-"
A few mournful cries were heard from behind, interrupting the minister's words.
The minister also knew that Wen Ji was most impatient when someone brought up these things.
Finally, he could only sigh slowly and bowed his head even lower than before: "Your Majesty, please punish me."
Behind him, everyone's face was pale.
It's over.
It's all over.
There is no wall that is completely airtight.
Since returning from the palace that day, everyone had heard from others that the minister had spoken out during His Majesty's purge of traitors, attempting to intercede for others. Although unsuccessful, the act had already terrified everyone.
"Your Majesty is such a person...how could you rashly speak out?!"
"We will definitely be considered accomplices! We will definitely be killed! Even if we didn't do anything, we will definitely be killed! You all know His Majesty's character. He would rather kill someone by mistake than let them go!"
"Our family is about to be finished..."
“Wuwuwu…”
The minister was equally distressed. "Your Majesty killed people without asking why, but I know several of them. They are clearly notorious for being honest. How could they leak such things for money? If you keep quiet and I keep quiet, and Your Majesty escalates in the future, what will we do? They died today, but... can we escape?"
People were in panic for a while.
Even though His Majesty has not come in the past two days, everyone firmly believes that it is only a matter of time.
When the time comes, His Majesty will use his unique psychic abilities to strangle them all.
And today, it seems like they are verifying their ideas.
Finally, the communication rang.
It is your Majesty's day of reckoning.
Many people closed their eyes and waited quietly for death.
The mother and daughter, who have always been close, snuggled together, holding hands tightly; the mother who had just given birth quietly held her child in her arms and covered the child's eyes with her hands; the respected father reached out and patted his child's head.
Everyone's mood gradually calmed down.
However, His Majesty on the other end of the terminal remained silent.
Following the principle of "if you stick your head out, you'll get a knife, if you hide your head, you'll get a knife too", the old minister couldn't help but look up. His eyes were red as he looked at Wen Ji and His Majesty, who seemed to be watching a play in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I am wrong, but my children are innocent..."
"You're so selfish."
Wen Jiyu suddenly spoke.
Everyone was stunned.
Um?
Your Majesty said their father was selfish?
What's the meaning?
"Alright. Everyone, get up."
Wen Jiyu said calmly, "I don't mean to punish you. There was just a problem with the terminal. Thinking of your large family, I came to ask you, after becoming a guardian, will the terminal always send me messages about the ward?" He frowned and raised his hand to show one of the messages to the old minister. "Why are all these messed-up things being sent to me?"
Everyone: “???”
ah? ? ?
What the hell?
Your Majesty is not here to question the crime???
What about the question at the beginning?
Everyone was confused.
...Could it be that he is deceiving them?
The minister at the front was also stunned when he heard this.
In response to His Majesty's question, he subconsciously replied, "Yes. When I had my first child, my eldest daughter, I sent all the first-time events she participated in to my device. This allows parents to better record every first time their child experiences, which is a very memorable event for both parties."
At this point, the minister's face showed a hint of nostalgia.
He is now very old, and his youngest child is over 200 years old. He can no longer receive the joy of the "first time" from the terminal.
Come to think of it, he hadn't looked back at the children's records for a long time.
"Okay, got it."
Wen Jiyu hung up the call directly.
When His Majesty's image disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and some even collapsed to the ground.
Everyone looked at each other, feeling a sense of unreality as if they had survived a disaster.
Is it over like this?
"Dad." One of the middle-aged women walked over and helped the minister up.
Her expression was complicated. "Go back to the house and rest."
The minister sat down on the ground.
He pulled up all the records on the terminal and looked at the neatly arranged messages. He smiled and pointed at one of them and said, "This is the first time you saw the Zerg. Do you remember?"
The woman said helplessly: "Please don't bring up the embarrassing incident of peeing your pants so hard back then, okay?"
The old minister laughed out loud.
As they laughed, the two looked at each other and saw a little warmth in each other's eyes.
How long has it been since they spoke so intimately?
Inside the main hall.
Wen Jiyu leaned back lazily in his chair and said, "Prepare a gift and thank him for answering my question."
"yes."
The guard turned around and went to choose a gift for the old minister.
He was followed by a tail, a guard who had just started working for His Majesty. He was still in the internship period and would not be officially appointed until a year later.
The two men left the hall one after the other. Curious, the intern couldn't help but quicken his pace and ask, "Brother, as the supreme ruler of the empire, if your Majesty is truly bothered by this news, why not just tell someone at the Terminal Research Institute? Why did you go to that minister and ask such an insignificant question?"
Konoe said without turning his head: "To make the minister feel at ease."
Ever since the incident in the hall that day, the minister would be in a state of panic if His Majesty didn't go to see him. And now that today's incident was over, the minister could finally get a good night's sleep, no longer worrying about when His Majesty would come to trouble him.
The intern looked confused and didn't seem to understand.
The guard whispered, "You'll understand after you've been with His Majesty for a while."
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In interstellar society, humanity's food and clothing needs have been met, and their spiritual needs are even greater. Furthermore, the livestreaming platform He Xile joined is well-managed and marketed, making it particularly popular within the empire, resulting in a significant daily traffic volume. However, He Xile's current understanding of the universe and local customs and practices is far from complete; he hasn't even watched many livestreams.
You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.
He Xile plans to make a transition during this period. Once he can truly adapt to this society, he will slowly reveal his identity as a human being and officially start live streaming.
Therefore, He Xile did not intend to determine the direction of the live broadcast from the beginning like those interstellar people.
He checked the attribute tags as miscellaneous and chatting, and changed the name of the live broadcast room to: Daily.
After selecting his avatar and background for the live broadcast, He Xile appeared on StarNet Street in his pre-selected image. He had just clicked on "Start Broadcast," and before he could even adjust to the live broadcast interface, the number of online viewers in the upper right corner suddenly went from "0" to a tiny "1."
He Xile: “?”
He was startled.
No way?
The show just started and someone came to his live broadcast room?
So fast?
He Xile blinked, looked at the small camera that was circling around him, and smiled nervously... Then he realized that he was now a virtual image and was wearing a mask. No matter what expression he made, the audience would not be able to see it.
However, he cannot take off the mask easily now.
"Hello." He Xile greeted.
But the little number "1" did not respond to him.
He Xile didn't care.
He had watched live broadcasts on Earth before and knew that most viewers would remain silent, with only a small number responding to the host. This was normal.
What's more, this 1 may be a robot, which is stationed here specifically to monitor the new anchor and check whether there is any illegal content.
Thinking of this, He Xile felt more at ease.
He Xile spent the entire morning frantically absorbing knowledge in the free library of Star Network. He read almost all kinds of books, and even flipped through the modern history of the empire, gaining a certain understanding of the royal family.
When preparing to eat at noon, He Xile looked up and found that there was still "1" in the upper right corner, and this number had not changed from beginning to end.
That's right, He Xile's current livestream is pretty boring. When he's reading, he's basically immersed in it and doesn't talk at all. It's strange that this person is still here, isn't it?
So it must be a robot!
He Xile's eyes curved, and he said cheerfully, "Goodbye, Mr. Robot! I'm going to log off and have dinner. See you this afternoon!"
Inside the main hall.
Wen Ji, who was handling official business, heard He Xile's voice and looked up at the private panel projected on the terminal not far away, which only he could see. As expected, there was no trace of He Xile.
With a cold snort, the noble Majesty thought to himself, who wants to meet you in the afternoon.
He threw the pen in his hand and stood up.
"Have a meal."
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