Finally, someone spoke up, in a probing tone. “Seventh Prince, who is this?”
Qi Zhuoyu said, “He is also my strategist, and will be your colleague from now on.”
The strategists: “…”
It wasn’t that the strategists had nothing to say.
It was because what Qi Zhuoyu said was really too outrageous.
Your Highness.
Look at the treatment of this new colleague, look at all the luxurious decorations in the room.
Look at how we’re standing while he’s sitting, so this new colleague can lie down during discussions, right?! We’re all your strategists, we work like oxen and horses to exhaustion, but we’ve never seen Your Highness carry us around in your arms!
The strategists suspected this was no new colleague at all.
This might even be their new boss lady.jpg
But the strategists didn’t dare to say it, nor did they dare to ask.
After staying quiet for a while, Qi Zhuoyu looked at Feng Xuan, telling him to rest well here.
Then he went with the other strategists to the flower hall to discuss matters, making the strategists embarrassed.
Still saying this wasn’t the boss lady!
Where else could subordinates sleep during meetings!
Once in the flower hall, the bravest strategist spoke up softly, “Your Highness. Congratulations on obtaining new talent, but although this colleague has won Your Highness’s favor, Your Highness must not dote on him too much, lest you follow in the emperor’s footsteps, Your Highness.”
You could see this one was truly very brave.
Saying “colleague” but meaning “favored consort”, subtly advising Qi Zhuoyu not to love too much.
Qi Zhuoyu rubbed his fingertips, saying in a deep voice. “How is this doting? I merely changed a bed he could sleep on.”
You’ve practically renovated the entire east wing room, and you call this just changing a bed?!
Qi Zhuoyu said calmly. “I know my limits, I won’t dote too much.”
The strategists all breathed sighs of relief. Good, good, the Seventh Prince hadn’t completely lost his way yet.
Qi Zhuoyu got down to business. “I summoned you this time to advance the regicide plan.”
The strategists were surprised. “Why has Your Highness changed your mind?”
They had been urging Qi Zhuoyu to act sooner.
Otherwise, as Emperor Zheng increasingly relied on the National Teacher, and the National Teacher’s power grew, it would become harder for court officials to resist.
However, at the time, Qi Zhuoyu didn’t seem very interested in rebellion.
He had a kind of unhurried attitude, seeming to want to wait until he was fully prepared before acting. The emperor wasn’t anxious, but it was nearly killing these eunuchs with anxiety.
When asked this, Qi Zhuoyu’s eyes sank for a moment.
It was as if he hadn’t yet thought of a good reason, after all, his personality was capricious and wouldn’t change just because of reincarnation.
After a while, everyone saw the Seventh Prince slowly speak. “I just feel that.”
Qi Zhuoyu looked at the building in front of him. “This palace is too small. I’ve lived here for many years and I’m tired of it.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
The flower hall fell into silence again.
Qi Zhuoyu: “What’s wrong?”
Everyone: Nothing’s wrong. We just think, Your Highness, please have some self-awareness. Is it really you who thinks the palace is small, or is it some “colleague” who thinks the palace is small?! Is it too small and lacking a courtyard, and missing a wutong tree?
The strategists were inwardly flabbergasted.
Your Highness, what happened to not doting too much!!
Qi Zhuoyu seemed to see through their thoughts, his face darkening. “Do you think I’m doting on him too much?”
The strategists: “We wouldn’t dare, Your Highness.”
Qi Zhuoyu said, “He merely wanted a bigger room, so I’m giving him a bigger one. What’s wrong with that?”
The strategists: It’s fine, it’s fine. You’re just overthrowing the dynasty to change his room into the imperial palace, how could that be considered doting.jpg
This is already completely overindulgence, okay?
But the strategists had no choice.
They could never change things once the Seventh Prince decided.
And no matter what the process and reason for His Highness’s rebellion was.
As long as the result was killing Emperor Zheng and the National Teacher, achieving the goal of changing the dynasty.
His Highness was still young, at the age of admiring beauty.
It was normal to have one or two favorite beauties. The strategists thought it through and understood. At least the Seventh Prince wasn’t like Emperor Zheng, collecting beauties from all over the world to mess around.
As the meeting was ending.
One strategist couldn’t help but ask, “Your Highness, we’ve never seen that Young Master Xuan colleague before. Where did Your Highness find him?”
Qi Zhuoyu spoke very matter-of-factly and calmly. “Oh. He’s the emperor’s consort.”
The strategists: Oh… so the boss lady really is the boss’s lady…
Damn.
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Feng Xuan felt that those strategists seemed a bit strange when they left.
One by one, they all looked as if their souls had left their bodies in shock.
It made Feng Xuan a bit worried.
After all, they were the big devil’s people, which by extension made them his allies.
He still anxiously checked their souls.
After finding that these people were just overly shocked but not seriously harmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Qi Zhuoyu stopped one of the strategists, asking, “I heard you were once a student of the Left Prime Minister’s family?”
The strategist hurriedly bowed, flattered. “I’m honored Your Highness remembers.”
Qi Zhuoyu said, “I ask you. Have you ever seen the Left Prime Minister’s illegitimate son?”
The strategist spoke. “Your Highness means Young Master Xuan?”
Qi Zhuoyu nodded.
The strategist said, “I saw him once from afar.”
Qi Zhuoyu: “Do you remember what Young Master Xuan’s personality was like?”
The strategist recalled for a moment, then spoke very firmly. “Young Master Xuan was timid and introverted, taciturn, overly anxious, and not valued much by the Prime Minister.”
After speaking, the strategist asked, “Why does Your Highness ask this?”
Qi Zhuoyu seemed lost in thought, slowly saying, “It’s nothing.”
Feng Xuan, who had eavesdropped on the whole process with his divine consciousness: …This is a big problem!!
Qi Zhuoyu would definitely not ask about what kind of person Young Master Xuan used to be for no reason.
Unless he felt that Young Master Xuan was completely different from before and started to suspect if he had been switched with someone else.
Feng Xuan knew his acting skills were so poor that he couldn’t hide anything from Qi Zhuoyu.
It really made the bird’s head go bald.
What to do, if the big devil asks about it later.
Should he make up that stupid story about the immortal brother descending to the mortal realm to continue their predestined relationship?
While Feng Xuan was lost in thought, Qi Zhuoyu had already returned to the east wing room.
He had prepared himself for Qi Zhuoyu’s severe interrogation, but surprisingly, Qi Zhuoyu didn’t ask anything.
Feng Xuan couldn’t help but speak up. “What were you talking about just now?”
Qi Zhuoyu looked up, his face saying “Weren’t you eavesdropping already? Why bother asking?”
Feng Xuan: “.”
Although his identity hadn’t been exposed, he felt like a transparent horse with an unspoken understanding.
“Didn’t the Consort want a large palace?” Qi Zhuoyu suddenly spoke in a good mood, pinching his face. “This Prince is working on a solution for you.”
Feng Xuan: “.”
He originally wanted to talk back a bit.
But sitting on this soft large bed that Qi Zhuoyu had just provided for him, Feng Xuan suddenly felt indebted and couldn’t say the words on the tip of his tongue.
He hesitated for a moment, feeling that as the big devil’s ally.
He couldn’t do nothing, or he’d really become just a favored consort! Feng Xuan felt he could still salvage this persona in the mortal realm, so he spoke up. “Your Highness. Is there anything I can help with?”
Qi Zhuoyu looked him over. “You?”
Though he only said one word, it seemed to convey all sorts of contempt.
Feng Xuan felt a bit angry. “Don’t look down on me. Haven’t you read those mortal stories? Many emperors died at the hands of their consorts. Do you know what it means to be most poisonous by your pillow?”
Qi Zhuoyu sneered. “Pillow companion? With your meager skills at vying for favor, even if I sent you to the emperor’s bed, you’d have no chance to act.”
He was in a good mood. “Moreover, with three thousand in the emperor’s harem, he might have forgotten you already.”
Qi Zhuoyu didn’t know why, but when he spoke of the emperor forgetting Feng Xuan, he seemed quite satisfied.
Unfortunately, this satisfaction didn’t even last until evening.
Speak of the devil.
In the evening, Emperor Zheng somehow suddenly remembered that day when a beautiful person had fallen into the water, with an exceptionally beautiful face.
The more he thought about not having tasted this beauty, the more he regretted it. He actually managed to find Young Master Xuan’s name among the three thousand beauties in his harem.
So just as night fell, the carriage to bring consorts for bedchamber service began rolling along the palace corridors.
The moment it stopped at the palace gate, Feng Xuan opened his eyes.
Qi Zhuoyu wasn’t asleep yet and quickly noticed Feng Xuan’s movement.
Mainly because he couldn’t help but notice, as Feng Xuan was currently sleeping in his arms.
When going to bed at night, Feng Xuan had very naturally slept on his bed, skillfully starting to burrow into his embrace.
Qi Zhuoyu only hesitated for a moment before not pushing him away.
And so they ended up sleeping together in this strange manner.
Qi Zhuoyu lowered his eyelashes, with an unconscious attention he didn’t even notice himself, and spoke, “What’s wrong?”
Feng Xuan hesitated for a moment, then said, “The emperor’s carriage for bringing consorts for bedchamber service seems to have stopped at the gate of my original palace.”
Since Qi Zhuoyu had already discovered that he might not be human, he was now too lazy to disguise some of his divine powers.jpg
In the candlelight, Qi Zhuoyu’s expression couldn’t be seen clearly.
Only his chilling voice could be heard. “Bedchamber service?”
Feng Xuan nodded. “It should be.”
He thought for a moment, now that he was Qi Zhuoyu’s ally, and spoke. “Anyway, the eunuchs won’t find anyone, so I won’t go.”
After all, the person the emperor wanted for bedchamber service was Young Master Xuan.
What did that have to do with him, Feng Xuan? He didn’t want to sleep with an old man.
Unexpectedly, Qi Zhuoyu acted contrary to his usual behavior and suddenly said, “Go. Why not go.”
It was at this moment.
Feng Xuan inexplicably had a very strange feeling of having an affair.
Even though he and the big devil were the genuine Dao companions.
Especially as Qi Zhuoyu was wearing only a thin white nightgown, with his hair loose, sitting up in bed looking as if he’d just woken up.
Feng Xuan’s heart rate quickened for a moment, and he whispered. “That’s not good, is it? With our current relationship, if I go serve your father in bed, wouldn’t that be very strange?”
Although their relationship now was just innocently sleeping together, it would really be very strange.
Qi Zhuoyu suddenly laughed, his peach blossom eyes glistening in the candlelight. “What’s strange about it?”
He suddenly leaned close to Feng Xuan, almost touching his lips, his voice low. “Isn’t it more exciting this way?”
