bookcurios Chapter 119 The Prime Minister is actually a woman, and His Majesty the Emperor drools over her.
Chapter 119 The Prime Minister is actually a woman, and His Majesty the Emperor drools over her.
Mu Chenfeng carefully pulled her clothes down from her shoulders, revealing her bare shoulders and the bleeding wound.
He took out the hemostatic powder he carried with him for her, and gently blew on it while applying the medicine to the wound.
"Good girl, bear with it. I'll put some medicine on your wound to stop the bleeding."
"hiss……"
"Does it hurt a lot? I'll be gentler."
Mu Wanwan gritted her teeth and endured the pain, turning her face to the side, not daring to look, and even more afraid to breathe heavily for fear of aggravating her wound.
After applying the powder, Mu Wanwan pulled her clothes up to her shoulders, quickly straightened them, and placed her hands on her knees.
"Chen Feng, thank you for what happened today! Please don't punish or hold a grudge against the Imperial Concubine."
Mu Chenfeng paused, then sat down next to Mu Wanwan and took her hands in his.
His Mu Mu is kind-hearted, gentle, and sensible, so sensible that it breaks his heart.
In fact, he knew that it was a play orchestrated by Consort Xiao, but she was, after all, his wife. He had never shared a bed with her all these years, and he had always felt guilty about this. Therefore, he could only turn a blind eye to what had happened today and could only temporarily wrong his Mu Mu.
However, the thought that his painstakingly cared-for injury, which had finally healed, was ruined by Consort Xiao, filled him with pent-up anger that he could only keep bottled up inside, unable to dissipate for a long time.
"Mumu, I'm sorry, I have my reasons."
Mu Wanwan slowly raised one hand and tugged at his sleeve. "There's no need to apologize. I know she's your wife, and I'm just a maidservant to you."
Mu Chenfeng grasped her hand, pulled her into his arms with a slight force, his gaze piercing.
"Mumu~ I won't allow you to belittle yourself. I'm sorry, I'm the one who's wronged you!"
He lowered his head and kissed her lips, wishing he could meld her into his own body, and her willingness to respond gave him great encouragement.
Saying sorry is the right thing to do. The more guilt you accumulate, the better you will treat her in the future.
He forcefully took her, and the person in his arms, whose face had been pale, now looked radiant.
She sighed inwardly, realizing she would have to stay in his palace for a few more days.
Upon receiving the notification, Zhao Yihan disguised himself and made sure no one could recognize him before rushing to Consort Xiao's palace.
"Brother Yihan, I... I think I made a mistake."
She threw herself into Zhao Yihan's arms like a wounded fawn, her delicate body trembling slightly, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, and she began to sob softly.
Seeing this, Zhao Yihan quickly reached out and gently stroked her back, as if to comfort her who was still frightened, and whispered, "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here."
After she calmed down a bit, she sobbed as she recounted everything that had happened to Zhao Yihan.
Zhao Yihan listened quietly, his expression shifting between serious and relaxed.
After listening, he secretly cursed the woman for being foolish, but then he thought that her actions were also to help him achieve his great cause, so it was understandable.
So he comforted me, saying, "You're only doing this for my sake, and I know that perfectly well. Think about it: if the emperor were truly going to punish you, how could you be standing here unharmed talking to me right now?"
That being said, it remains unknown whether Zhao Yihan has already harbored doubts about the emperor.
Whether the emperor truly viewed Consort Xiao's absurd behavior as an attempt to protect his reputation or simply a woman's jealousy remains unknown.
He turned to look at Consort Xiao, whose face was full of worry, and said earnestly, "Alright, stop worrying about this. Since we can't eliminate her for the time being, why not try to win her over to our side and make her work for us?"
Upon hearing this, Consort Xiao frowned, her face showing distress.
“Brother Yihan, Prime Minister Mu and the Emperor grew up together and their relationship is extraordinary. It will not be easy to get her to abandon the Emperor and turn to us.”
Faced with Consort Xiao's concerns, Zhao Yihan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile, as if he had everything under control.
"Don't worry, I have a brilliant plan to deal with this. You just need to wait peacefully for the day you become empress, and leave all other matters to me."
Since Zhao Yihan had already come, and Consort Xiao was frightened, she naturally had to stay and comfort him. Consort Xiao inevitably intertwined her neck with Zhao Yihan's again, comforting each other.
After Mu Wanwan's wound reopened, Mu Chenfeng spent all his time guarding her in his palace except for the morning court session. Every day, Eunuch Qian and the other eunuchs would bring all the memorials to the palace for the emperor's review.
Just as she suggested going out for some fresh air again, Mu Chenfeng refused without hesitation.
He wasn't stupid. After Consort Xiao's deliberate framing, he dared not let a weak woman go out. What if she was bullied again? He couldn't bear to do that, so until she recovered, he could only keep her by his side.
Trapped here, her only joy each day is reading memorials with him, or him reading memorials while she stares blankly.
Occasionally, he would proactively hand her the memorials to the emperor and ask her to take a look and give him her opinion.
"Mumu, take a look at this! The prefect of Jingzhou has suggested increasing taxes on the people to replenish the national treasury. What do you think?"
As someone with a modern mind, Mu Wanwan may not be an accountant in the real world, but she pays taxes to the country every month.
I wonder if applying modern methods to ancient societies would be inapplicable.
She pretended to be deep in thought, pacing back and forth in front of the table several times with the memorial in her hand.
"At present, the national treasury is full, and there is no need to increase the taxes on the people for the time being."
Mu Chenfeng spoke calmly, knowing that these ministers were making suggestions so that they would not be subject to these restrictions in future military campaigns.
Mu Wanwan pushed the memorial in front of him and sighed.
"If ordinary people don't have money in their own pockets, how can they pay your taxes?"
She had read quite a few novels like this, depicting ancient emperors exploiting the people, leaving ordinary people destitute, some starving to death, others wandering the streets.
The situation is gradually getting worse. If it is not effectively contained, there will always be one or two people with good intentions among so many ordinary people.
In order to survive, they rose up in rebellion, overthrew the entire dynasty, and established a new one.
Since she came here to do a mission, the duration of that mission is unknown.
"Mumu, do you have any new ideas or suggestions?"
Mu Chenfeng knew Mu Wanwan very well; even before he knew she was a girl, he already admired her.
Now, I no longer feel that her advice is useless just because she is a woman.
"You really want to hear this?"
After all, he has the mindset of a modern person. Although he was born in this dynasty and was a king, he might not be able to accept new things, and therefore might not be able to listen to advice.
He looked up at Mu Wanwan, his face always bearing a gentle smile. The two seemed more like friends getting along harmoniously than ruler and subject.
"Listen, why wouldn't you listen? I know your knowledge! And I know that what Mu Mu says is for my own good, for the good of our Great Wu Dynasty. You just need to speak freely between us."
Mu Wanwan couldn't help but touch her neck.
“I’m afraid you won’t like to hear it, so you’ll choke me again.”