Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
They were all fresh and unique in front of her.
“Got it,” Xia Ling agreed.
After all, she could always come up with some ideas for the mission.
*
The next morning at the imperial court.
Xia Ling followed the original owner’s habit of listening to the reports of the courtiers and making some decisions.
Then, after the imperial court was dismissed, Ji Wenyuan also tacitly stayed behind.
Xia Ling took a nap in the study room while Ji Wenyuan helped her read the memorials.
A plate of ambergris was burning in the corner of the study room. The gentle smell was just like the one Ji Wenyuan smelled on the woman’s hair the day before. However, the smell of ambergris mixed with little zisu, made it even gentler on the ground.
The door to the study room had been closed since the two of them entered.
Everyone knew that Her Majesty favored Prime Minister Ji. Every day, she would ask Prime Minister Ji to wait in the study room for a few hours to discuss national affairs.
However, they did not know that Ji Wenyuan was very “useful” and could even imitate Ni Huang’s handwriting.
Ni Huang was very comfortable with it, so she simply gave the memorials to him to approve while she idled in the study room.
Nowadays, the Great Yan Kingdom was in a peaceful and prosperous era. Ji Wenyuan had helped her approve for a year and a half. After he approved them, he would pick out some important things to tell her.
Thus, until now, no one had realized that the one who had painstakingly approved the memorials was no longer their emperor, but the gentle and polite Prime Minister Ji.
With the convenience of reading memorials, Ji Wenyuan had done many things for himself.
*
Xia Ling was familiar with the plot, and she also knew Ji Wenyuan’s personality.
If she wanted to work hard to rule, now would be the time to put Ji Wenyuan, the prime minister, into prison and thoroughly investigate him.
However, everything was flourishing to the extreme and declining.
The Great Yan Kingdom seemed to be prosperous now, but when women were in power, they formed cliques and engaged in private affairs, buying officials and selling officials. They were better than men.
In the imperial court, the methods used to come and go were particularly shady and private.
On the surface, it seemed to be flourishing, but behind the scenes, all the female officials treated human lives like dirt, and they even oppressed men heavily.
Such a great Yan kingdom might as well be overthrown by Ji Wenyuan. Instead, the people would be happy.
The original owner had committed suicide by taking poison.
As long as Xia Ling did not commit suicide, wouldn’t she still be able to live?
If she lived, wouldn’t she have the hope of conquering Ji Wenyuan?
*
The light was bright, and the room was antique-looking.
The desk was made of good black and heavy wood. It was cut into whole pieces, and on top of it was a pen holder, paperweight, and a stack of memorials.
Behind the desk, Ji Wenyuan was dressed in a black prime minister’s robe. He sat upright with a faint sense of authority.
His eyes were calm. He held a red brush and flipped through the memorials. From time to time, he would write notes with the red brush.
Apart from the dragon robe, Ji Wenyuan had the faint aura of an emperor.
Xia Ling sat on the black sandalwood bed and leaned against the big backrest.
She glanced at Ji Wenyuan and closed her eyes again. There was a hint of sleepiness in her expression.
“Minister Ji, I’ll take a nap. If there’s nothing important, don’t call me.”
Under the light, the woman’s snow-white skin was especially dazzling under the contrast of her bright yellow dragon robe.
She wore a high crown on her head and a dragon robe embroidered with five-clawed golden dragon threads.
Just like that, she leaned against the couch in front of him without avoiding suspicion.
The elegant manner on her body was still imprinted in her bones.
She spoke and did things casually, but her appearance always made people feel that she was very beautiful in every way, very casual and elegant.
“Your Majesty, didn’t you have a good rest last night?” Ji Wenyuan’s gaze fell on the woman.
Although he had only really had sex with her once yesterday.
However, that time he had lost control a little and used a little too much strength. Now that a night had passed, the scars would not disappear.
