Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 128 lowlifes, I let them live, yet they betray me.
At the bustling and lively scene of Hong Fu Restaurant’s opening.
A military report was delivered onto Emperor Zhao Ji’s desk.
Along with the report, memorials, like snowflakes, kept arriving.
The Nanyang rebellion.
Local officials covered up the report.
Military measures delayed.
Celestial River City fell.
Beijiang City fell.
...
Urgent situation in Nanyang County.
After reading each memorial, Zhao Ji was almost angered to the point of spitting blood.
He immediately summoned the civil and military officials for a meeting.
In the court, Zhao Ji, naturally unable to contain his rage, vented his anger at the officials, then turned his gaze toward Xiao Yunqi, and said:
"Grand Commandant, if I order you to die, will you die?"
As the words fell, the entire court fell silent.
No one expected the fire to spread to Xiao Yunqi.
Xiao Yunqi frowned slightly, then said, "If the emperor commands his subject to die, and the subject does not, it is disloyal." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
"Xiao Teng, if your father asks you to die, will you die?" Zhao Ji’s gaze turned to Xiao Teng in the row of military generals.
"If a father commands his son to perish, and the son does not, it is unfilial. Xiao Teng will be a minister who is both loyal and filial."
Xiao Teng said respectfully.
Hearing the two responses, Zhao Ji faced the officials, saying, "But these commoners, I want them to live, using the money from the Genyue to relieve their disasters, yet they rebel against me."
"Kill, kill them all, leave no one."
The last words were roared out by Zhao Ji with True Qi, carrying overwhelming imperial majesty, pressing down the civil and military officials so that they couldn’t raise their heads.
The intense murderous intent in his eyes made the palace maid standing behind Zhao Ji tremble with fear.
The officials were all shocked.
Of course, although Zhao Ji said to kill them all.
But actual deployment of troops would need time.
The first issue was money.
This time Zhao Ji seemed truly enraged, using his own money for the battle.
That is, money from the Inner Treasury.
And confiscation of properties for public use.
This Nanyang affair involved many officials.
Zhao Ji showed no mercy to these officials, all were beheaded, male members of their families were exiled to Lingnan, and the females sent to the Court Music Bureau.
Even those connected to the seven great families were dismissed and punished by Zhao Ji.
The seven great families also realized the importance of this Nanyang matter, as they did not oppose the emperor to protect these officials.
Then, the selection of generals took place.
Even though Xiao Yunqi personally offered to lead the troops.
He was refused by Zhao Ji because of his age.
He was wary of Xiao Yunqi.
Therefore, choosing generals also required time.
Next, after selecting generals, was mobilizing the troops.
How many troops were needed to suppress it?
...
...
Because he promised Zhao Fujin yesterday.
So this time after the opening of Hong Fu Restaurant, Chen Mo returned to Weiyang Palace, took the gourd, and went to Fengyang Pavilion.
The scorching sun.
The main road in the palace was deserted.
Even if there were people walking, they were avoiding the sunlight, sticking to the shadows.
Soft footsteps.
In the neat and elegant chamber, Chen Mo lifted the curtain and entered, but did not see Zhao Fujin, only Zhao Jiangning wearing a light red gauze dress, holding a book, pacing within the chamber.
Her ink-black hair coiled on her head, forming graceful curves from the shoulders down, sketching an image of a gentlewoman with her slender legs.
Zhao Jiangning, already leaning towards a more refined demeanor, stood with the book and immediately emanated an scholarly aura.
"Great Song Plants, Prince De Ning, you also read this book?"
Chen Mo walked forward with the gourd.
Zhao Jiangning, absorbed in her reading, hadn’t heard the curtain’s rustle, and as Chen Mo suddenly approached, she was startled, her face flushing red.
"Prince De Ning, are you... alright?"
Chen Mo rubbed his nose, thinking, am I really that frightening to cause such fright?
"I’m fine, I just didn’t notice as I was reading when you came in." Zhao Jiangning explained.
"Oh."
Chen Mo nodded, then asked, "Is Fujin here?"
"Fujin was summoned by father’s people."
Zhao Jiangning closed the book. Alone in the room with a young man, although her somewhat mature face remained calm, there was a hard-to-hide panic in her eyes.
"Oh, then Prince De Ning, shall we begin?"
"Ah?"
"The treatment!" Seeing Zhao Jiangning’s face fill with doubt.
Chen Mo said in surprise.
"Oh..."
Zhao Jiangning put down the book, then took off her shoes and lay down on Zhao Fujin’s bed.
Her chest rose and fell slightly.
In an attempt to ease the internal awkwardness, Zhao Jiangning said, "You have also read the Great Song Plants?"
Chen Mo nodded, "The person who compiled this book must be remarkable, cataloguing thousands of herbs and poisons in Great Song with detailed annotations."
"Indeed, Hua Tuo, the first saint of medicine in Great Song, devoted his life to medicine and compiled this extraordinary book. Unfortunately, a healer cannot heal himself, and he passed away from illness in his later years." Zhao Jiangning sighed wistfully.
Chen Mo didn’t reply, just smiled, handing the gourd to Zhao Jiangning.
At this moment, she hadn’t had an episode, and naturally had strength.
Opening the gourd, she took a few sips before handing it back to Chen Mo.
Then Chen Mo said, "Prince De Ning, let’s begin."
Zhao Jiangning nodded.
Her expression then tensed, closing her eyes, sitting still as if she were being punished.
Chen Mo: "..."
It’s been two or three days, still like this.
Chen Mo paused for a moment, then placed his hands on Zhao Jiangning’s abdomen, activating the Ancient Heavy Pupils, and began massaging.
Maybe because Zhao Fujin wasn’t around, the more Chen Mo massaged, the more flustered Zhao Jiangning became.
Even her breathing grew noticeably heavy.
"..."
With you acting like this, it’s as if I’m about to do something to you.
Chen Mo stopped his actions.
Noticing this, Zhao Jiangning cautiously opened her eyes, peeked at Chen Mo, then asked in confusion:
"Wh...what’s wrong?"
"Your Highness, you should turn on your side!"
"Hm?"
"You’re affecting my performance."
"..."
Zhao Jiangning turned to her side, her face red.
Her heartbeat echoed like a drum at dusk.
After half an hour.
The treatment was complete.
Unlike yesterday, no ambiguity happened today, and it went smoothly.
But Zhao Jiangning felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment inside.
"Alright, today’s treatment is over, where would Your Highness like to start tomorrow?"
Before leaving tomorrow, perhaps he could treat Zhao Jiangning once more.
"F...feet," Zhao Jiangning said.
"Alright."
Chen Mo tidied up simply and left.
Watching Chen Mo’s back, Zhao Jiangning didn’t know what she was thinking about.
...
After exiting Fengyang Pavilion.
Chen Mo returned to Weiyang Palace, intending to eat there and then check in at the Infantry Department afterwards.
For lunch, Chen Mo chose leisure, not cooking himself, but letting a professional chef do it. Isn’t it better to bring it to Xiao Yunxi’s chamber and enjoy it together...
