Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 191 Ingratitude and Deceit (26)

Since their last gathering, Gu Yao has been detained in Ying Lian's mansion for two days and forced to drink medicine before being released.

Gu Yao, who had been cooped up in the mansion for several days (being scolded), suddenly found the usually annoying morning court session to be kind and approachable.

He felt like a college student who had gone home for more than three days during his summer or winter vacation, and his elders couldn't stand him no matter what.

It's too awful.

Gu Yao now feels terrified whenever he sees Ying Lian's face.

Grand Secretary Feng, who had not seen Shen Xuntang for a long time, was in high spirits recently. In the court, the Shen faction, having lost Shen Xuntang, was showing signs of being suppressed.

Even the young emperor seemed to waver.

He genuinely wished that Shen Xuntang would remain ill forever.

Looking at the beautiful, smiling face in front of me now, I see no trace of illness, and her complexion is rosy.

That's really disgusting.

The Shen Party officials who had gathered together were somewhat excited to see Shen Xuntang. Several of them, who had been suppressed by the royalists these past few days, were holding their breath with resentment.

Shen Xuntang smiled, ignoring the officials from his own faction. He looked at the vigorous old Grand Secretary Feng in front of him and congratulated him with a hint of teasing, "I heard that Grand Secretary Feng's family has welcomed another member. Congratulations!"

Grand Secretary Feng is already over fifty, his granddaughter has reached marriageable age, and the fact that he can have another son is truly a delightful surprise.

Gu Yao's teasing expression fell on him, with a hint of amusement.

I just don't know if this son is his.

I heard that the concubine who gave birth to the child was originally kept in a brothel.

Gu Yao smiled.

Moreover, this Mrs. Feng is no pushover.

The addition of a new member to the family is a great joy, especially since the third generation of the Feng family still has no male heirs.

You can tell she's genuinely happy to have a child this time.

Although Grand Secretary Feng did not understand why Gu Yao would suddenly congratulate him, his slightly aged face still radiated joy.

"Congratulations! Congratulations! When your youngest son turns one month old, Master Shen, you must come to our mansion for a drink!"

Gu Yao smiled but remained silent.

Let's see if the child lives to that point.

As the crowd gradually moved inside, Gu Yao bowed respectfully.

He turned and walked inside.

***

The position that had been vacant for seven days was filled, and Bu Shaoluan felt her heart, which had been hanging in suspense for several days, finally settle down.

But what followed was a deep sense of loss.

Shen Xuntang left the palace without telling him, and returned without informing him either.

Do you think it's completely unimportant?

Does that mean they don't take him seriously?

Or do you think it's completely unnecessary?

Looking at that beautiful face with its rosy complexion, he didn't know what he was feeling.

It tastes sour and astringent.

They were probably happy.

Because Shen Xuntang had been on leave for the past few days, and Bu Shaoluan had not given any indication of relenting.

Recently, the country has been peaceful and prosperous, with nothing major happening. People on both sides are only focused on the matter of the vassal king's audience with the emperor.

Every day at court, an argument was inevitable.

The two factions' leaders, Shen Xuntang and Grand Secretary Feng, remained calm and composed.

They neither made any statements nor tried to stop it.

They've turned a perfectly good court into something resembling a vegetable market.

Bu Shaoluan sat high up, watching the ugly behavior of the people below, but his heart remained unmoved.

The boy's gaze lingered greedily on that beautiful face, like a perverted voyeur in the dark, staring at his god with a ravenous and morbid fascination.

Gu Yao felt the little wolf cub's burning gaze, his eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't look up, pretending not to know.

Shen Xuntang lowered his head, appearing meek and submissive, but this only made Bu Shaoluan feel irritated.

Not enough, not enough.

He wanted to see Shen Xuntang.

The Shen residence has been closed to visitors for seven days, and he has not seen Shen Xuntang for seven days either.

This is the first time the two have been separated for so long since Shen Xuntang brought her out of the cold palace two years ago.

No matter how busy he was before, he always managed to exchange a few words with Shen Xuntang.

The scent that always lingers at the tip of my nose is that comforting sandalwood fragrance.

But these past few days, even though the same sandalwood incense was being burned in his bedchamber, he just felt something was different.

The osmanthus flowers that were in the vase had fallen to the ground, which only made him feel more irritable.

That restlessness arose from nowhere, and I didn't know how to dispel it.

He wanted to expel Shen Xuntang from his mind, but it was no use.

Seeing the blooming osmanthus flowers in the Imperial Garden reminds me of him.

Seeing those logarithmic memorials reminds me of him.

Even seeing Chen Qing reminds me of him.

It's really... hopeless.

Bu Shaoluan inwardly despised his own uselessness.

But the tremors of the heart cannot be faked.

He was worried about Shen Xuntang.

Looking at the memorials on his desk, he would often work on them until late at night.

Only then did he realize how much effort Shen Xuntang had put in to deliver the memorial to the Qianqing Palace in the afternoon.

Since his ascension to the throne, Shen Xuntang has been in charge of both domestic and foreign affairs.

No wonder you collapsed from exhaustion.

Bu Shaoluan's gaze swept over every inch of that person's body.

It's as if they want to see right through you.

The body hidden under the loose court robes seemed to have lost some weight.

Did you not get enough rest?

Gu Yao felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze, and his body trembled slightly.

Bu Shaoluan frowned. Was it cold?

You've just recovered from a serious illness, why aren't you wearing more clothes?

The autumn mornings are indeed a bit chilly.

Grand Secretary Feng, who had remained silent until now, noticed that the young emperor was lost in thought. His eyes lit up. “Your Majesty, the person in charge of the vassal kings’ visits to the capital should be decided as soon as possible. Several more vassal kings have submitted their petitions to the emperor in the past few days.”

Bu Shaoluan was engrossed in looking at someone when he was disturbed, and he turned his gaze to Grand Secretary Feng with displeasure.

Upon hearing this, he shifted his body, looked at the person in the first position, and feigned ingratiation, saying, "Master Shen, I'll entrust this matter to you, how about it?"

Gu Yao sighed inwardly.

All eyes were on him; he couldn't even slack off.

But since the little wolf cub had entrusted this matter to him, he had no reason to refuse.

He won't give the opportunity to his opponent.

He bowed and said, "I will obey Your Majesty's decree."

Bu Shaoluan looked at the young man with his head down in front of him, his gaze sweeping over the back inch by inch, carrying an indescribable darkness.

"Then I'll have to trouble Manager Shen."

Seeing the interaction between the two, the royalists were utterly defeated, and even Grand Secretary Feng looked somewhat displeased, but he didn't say anything.

Bu Shaoluan pretended to be deep in thought, then looked up again, "Master Shen has just recovered from a serious illness and should not overwork himself. I will trouble Grand Secretary Feng to assist Master Shen."

The boy's slightly amused gaze fell on the person with a displeased expression.

Grand Secretary Feng was taken aback, as if he hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise.

"Your Majesty's decree will be obeyed."

The royalists, who had been completely silent just moments before, came back to life.

Gu Yao raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. This little wolf cub's ability to play hard to get and give a sweet treat after a beating is really... impressive.

"Does Manager Shen have any objections?"

Gu Yao raised a standard smile, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Grand Secretary Feng."

Anyone can use polite words.

The audience with the vassal king was scheduled for October.

There is still more than a month to prepare.