Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 34

"So what if I get in through connections? My goal is to become prime minister through connections." I confidently declared to Zi Mo.

Zi Mo shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Don't let Qian know this, or he'll cry his eyes out."

"Tch...who cares?" The swaying carriage was so comfortable. I squinted and pretended to doze off, as if I had returned to my school days.

Just as I was lost in thought about the past, Zi Mo said, "The Xiling Kingdom will be sending an envoy soon. What do you think?"

"I won't look now, I'll talk about it when I get here." I'll take a quick nap while I can.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

"Ziyi is promoted, promoted, promoted to a high-ranking official."

"Rise!" Qian Qing commanded sternly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"To become prime minister." I got up from the ground and stood in the corner counting ants.

"My beloved ministers have been working hard lately."

"It is my honor to share His Majesty's burdens," said Minister Sun, head of the Six Ministries, stepping forward to flatter him. He's really something now; his daughter actually gave birth to a prince, even more arrogant than me. Why hasn't Ziji given birth to one yet? It's infuriating. I'll talk to Qianqing about it sometime; I want to be an uncle.

I'll mind my own business and not concern myself with what they gossip about every day in court, making even the smallest things sound like incurable diseases.

"What do you think of the visiting envoy from the West Wind?" Qianqing asked, sitting high above us with disdain.

Minister Peng stepped forward and said, "Your humble servant believes that the purpose of Xifeng's visit this time is to show goodwill."

"I believe it is a deterrent," Lord Sun disagreed.

Both of them are of the second rank, so it's hard to say what will happen if they start arguing.

Xifeng is the most powerful of the four kingdoms, followed by Dongqing, then Xifeng's vassal state Tianxuan, and then Dongqing's vassal state Huochi. Their complex international relations are truly a headache.

I secretly took a bite of the green fruit, ready to watch the show.

"I believe that the new Emperor of the West Wind has just ascended the throne and will not be in a hurry to put pressure on other countries," Minister Peng stated his reasoning.

But I've also heard rumors of the cruelty of the new Emperor of Xifeng. Hasn't Lord Peng heard that he killed the fourth princess of Tianxuan Kingdom because of his own displeasure? Lord Sun's opinion is also reasonable.

"The West Wind sent Lord Mu, the leader of the Central Force faction. Lord Mu has a very good personal relationship with the Prime Minister. How can you talk about intimidation?"

"Given the character of the new ruler of Xifeng, I do not believe this is a gesture of goodwill. I beg Your Majesty to make a wise judgment." Minister Sun passed the decision to Qianqing, asking her to uphold justice for him.

Qian Qing spoke formally, "Both of you ministers have merit in your words. What about the others?"

"Your Majesty, I believe that since the new Emperor's ascension to the throne, the West has not had any high-level exchanges with our country. Perhaps this visit is merely a matter of courtesy," said Minister Lu, Zi Mo's father-in-law. This guy really does think things through simply.

“Lord Lu is right,” the Minister of Revenue shamelessly chimed in.

I chewed the fruit, trying not to make a sound.

"The new emperor of the West Wind is an ambitious ruler. His mission to our country this time must be for long-term interests. It's impossible that he's only targeting one thing. Perhaps his target is even the Prime Minister." After he finished speaking, the court fell silent for a moment.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, I dared not eat anymore. I looked up to see which damn jerk had disturbed my meal.

The man stood in the center, neither humble nor arrogant. Lord Peng and Lord Sun cast piercing glances at him, probably recalling the prime minister's scandal of years past.

I personally prefer seeing the shape of the flat piece turn into a round one. It's so much fun.

My eyebrows arched and a smile crept onto my lips.

"Minister Shen, what do you think?" Qian Qing glanced at everyone and then looked at me.

I hurriedly stuffed the half-eaten fruit into my sleeve and crawled out tremblingly: "This humble subject is ignorant, this humble subject has no opinion." After I finished speaking, my uneasy and worried voice echoed in the office hall.

"Minister Shen, don't you have any thoughts at all?" Qianqing's tone made it difficult for me to guess his meaning.

I thought for a moment and said, "A little."

"Tell me, my dear minister." Qianqing sat up straight, like a child waiting for fireworks.

"I've heard that Xiling Feng is very handsome. I want to see if he really is handsome. Am I more handsome or is he more handsome? Or are none of us handsome and the transvestite is the most handsome? Or are all three of us handsome and none of us more handsome than the others, but there's always one who's the most handsome. Am I more handsome or is he more handsome? That's what I'm concerned about."

"Oh?" Qianqing spoke lazily. A cold wind blew past me and lingered for a long time. I lowered my head and felt very thirsty.

"My dear ministers, tell me, is the Western Emperor more handsome or our Minister Shen?" Qianqing spoke, but no one dared to step forward and choose the most handsome man.

The court fell silent once more.

"What, don't you all have any opinions?" Qianqing tapped the dragon head rhythmically. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking. I guessed that his Qianqian was gone and he was sexually frustrated.

Zi Mo stepped forward leisurely and said, "I think this is a difficult question to answer. None of us have even met the King of Xifeng, so how can we make a rash judgment? But I believe that the future of my Dongqing Kingdom will surely fulfill Minister Shen's wish to become a general. May Heaven bless Dongqing!"

As Zi Mo finished speaking, the courtiers shouted, "Long live the Eastern Qing! Long live our Emperor!"

I took the opportunity to bite into a piece of fruit to quench my thirst and mumbled, "Ziyi will be promoted! He'll be promoted tomorrow!"

After court, Qianqing invited me, Zimo, Bianpian, and Wu Yongkang to a small meeting.

I gave him a look that screamed "I'm done for the day!" Damn it, it's time to go home, don't you know that? I'm definitely submitting a report tomorrow, and I strongly demand a raise.

Amidst the admiration of patriotic individuals, our group entered the Imperial Study in a grand procession, where Eunuch Hai personally served us tea. The youngest was so considerate, knowing I was thirsty.

"Take a seat," Qian Qing Shi En said.

I feel he is very hypocritical. In all the small meetings he has held, I have never seen anyone dare to sit in his seat. Why do you have to pretend to be a benevolent ruler? Everyone knows you are petty.