Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 287

The day he disappeared, the Emperor panicked. Even though he knew it was a trick, the Emperor and Steward Shen were still in a panic.

I was one of the searchers, following behind the Hidden Master, searching every street and alley in the capital.

That day, I ran into Zhongli.

In Lord Shen's words: Zhongli is the leader in this industry.

I was fortunate enough to see this leader.

"Find a woman."

I was puzzled by the Prime Minister's words. Why choose a woman?

The recluse accepted the order without saying anything, and we have no objections.

I followed them and saw her sitting in the corner. I can't describe how I felt at that moment. She was dressed as a woman. She was a woman!

She didn't move, and I was just about to step forward when the Hidden Master and Zhongli left on their own.

I was dazed: She...she...is here! How come...how come you're all here...?

She glanced at them, but no one called her, and she ignored them. The Hidden Master pretended not to see her, and Zhongli treated her like air.

Why! Why!

"Your Majesty, no."

"Master, no."

It clearly exists? I had no room to speak, and I dared not step forward...

Such incidents are becoming increasingly common. There are times when they could clearly prevent Lord Shen from making mistakes, yet they turn a blind eye and do nothing about it…

Hu Yong put the medicine in. The Hidden Master could have reminded Lord Shen, but he didn't; he remained unmoved. She watched him finish the teapot, watched him walk into the street, watched her clothes become tattered.

I was completely bewildered! I told myself that maybe I was too stupid, or maybe I just couldn't understand the trick.

That night, the Hidden Master suddenly stopped me: "Do you feel that Lord Shen is of benefit to the master?"

I lowered my head and did not answer.

"I don't like him. If something happens to me, you will have to listen to Zhongli when it comes to her choices."

What choice is there? How could something unexpected happen to the recluse?

I nodded. I was a servant; bowing and scraping was my duty...

The hermit is dead! He died just like that!

Lord Shen was pale, and blood was gushing from his shoulder.

It was the first time I'd seen her so vulnerable, the first time I'd seen her so helpless. Looking at her, my heart ached. She shouldn't be like this; she should be smiling, she should be blessed with good fortune! She should be lawless! She should dominate the capital!

...

"Listen often! Listen often!" His shouts could shake the wooden foundation of the Qiande Hall: "Play cards."

Mahjong? I'm itching to play too. This gambling game was loved by all the empresses and eunuchs as soon as it was introduced, and I'm no exception.

But this is the Qiande Hall, isn't it a bit inappropriate?

I secretly observe the Emperor. Now that I am the Hidden Master, I can discern the Master's intentions in some matters.

The Emperor did not refuse, and Qing, Hai, and I accompanied him.

He is a scoundrel, and he can be a scoundrel. Neither the prime minister nor the emperor dares to do anything to him, let alone with such insignificant gambling stakes.

Everyone teased him without realizing it, and no one went easy on him.

He rolled his eyes in anger, watching us roll our eyes until they disappeared, but he didn't give up. I held back my laughter, and they all held back their laughter. His laughter belonged to the emperor; we were not worthy of it.

"Qianqing!" he addressed the emperor by his given name. Looking at us smugly, he was warning us that he was going to win money.

He was spoiled by the emperor; he could do whatever he wanted and would never give up until he got what he wanted.

When the Emperor himself came out, we were so frightened that we dared not make any small moves and obediently handed over the money.

He was satisfied. He smiled, and seeing him smile made me feel relieved.

It is this state of mind that fascinates a monarch;

It was this feeling that made the current prime minister lose himself.

We are not worthy to appreciate this feeling; we lack the ability. You cannot afford to raise such a woman without power or influence. A flower that is too precious will become delicate once it finds suitable soil. Therefore, Lord Shen is delicate, so delicate that the entire harem is devoid of vitality.

"I want him dead!"

Zhongli revealed his and the Hidden Master's plan.

I nodded...

Can a servant kill his master?

Shen Ziyi is more powerful than the master, should I kill him?

"I often hear it."

I stopped: "Your Highness, the Crown Prince."