Chapter 991: 545: What Is Chen Yuan Doing? (Enter Only If Interested) (2)

Chapter 991: Chapter 545: What Is Chen Yuan Doing? (Enter Only If Interested) (2)

“You…” Noble Consort Yang’s face turned from blue to white. She had already put her dignity aside, yet this fellow picked up his airs, she couldn’t help but say:

“Do you find this palace too old?”

Age has always been a vexing problem for her.

Even with the nourishment of Spiritual Objects, her cultivation was still too low, and without hope of reaching the Core Realm, she was destined to age gradually, while Chen Yuan remained eternally youthful, with a lifespan of several centuries.

Chen Yuan slowly shook his head:

“Your Highness looks no more than thirty, the prime of a woman’s years.”

“So, do you find this palace unclean?”

“This…”

“Since giving birth to Ke’er, His Majesty has not been close to this palace, and you won’t truly have any result with this palace, so why be concerned about these things?”

In this era, society was quite open.

Even a divorce did not hinder either party from finding someone new.

Chen Yuan’s gaze was hesitant, and his fingers continuously tapped on the table.

Should he become a Cao thief?

Watching Chen Yuan close his eyes, Noble Consort Yang gritted her teeth, reached out to grasp Chen Yuan’s fingers, and whispered:

“This palace has been so humble, do you…”

“Your Highness, please be respectful.”

Noble Consort Yang’s face looked a bit unpleasant, but she still gritted her teeth. Having already set aside her dignity, there was nothing more to value, she immediately said:

“This palace knows a secret of His Majesty, as long as… this palace can tell you.”

“What secret?”

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow, coming to some interest.

He had long noticed that something was amiss with Jingtai, but the time to interact had been too short, and he couldn’t pinpoint the specific reason. Knowing this secret might perhaps be of great use to him in the future.

“Do you want to know?”

Noble Consort Yang’s lips curled.

“Of course.”

“Then you…” Noble Consort Yang leaned in and whispered a few words.

She bent over, showcasing her figure to the fullest, as the moonlight poured down, just reflecting on her. A phrase came to Chen Yuan’s mind in an instant.

The light of the Righteous Path shines upon the earth.

“Does Your Highness truly wish to do so?”

“Is there anything else left to say now?”

Noble Consort Yang retorted.

Chen Yuan closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, and nodded solemnly, saying:

“So be it, since Your Highness has long been troubled by stubborn ailments, I can only assist diligently and strive wholeheartedly to alleviate Your Highness’s worries and solve the problems.”

Noble Consort Yang giggled, covering her mouth lightly:

“Now that’s the Chen Green Envoy who dared to contradict this palace. A true man shouldn’t be so shy. If this palace isn’t afraid, what are you afraid of?”

“Hehe.”

Chen Yuan chuckled.

He never claimed to be a virtuous gentleman. Although his heart was set on the Dao, all Dao roads are meant to connect, which doesn’t necessarily betray one’s intentions.

Seeing Chen Yuan come to an understanding, Noble Consort Yang immediately grabbed his hand and whispered:

“Could you… could you… maybe slap me a few times first?”

“What did Your Highness say?”

Chen Yuan almost thought he heard wrong.

“Slap… slap me a few times.”

This kind of request, to be honest, was something Chen Yuan had heard for the first time.

It was quite substantial, indeed.

“Truly?”

“Do it.”

Looking at Noble Consort Yang extending her face toward him, Chen Yuan squinted his eyes. Naturally, he couldn’t go against a woman’s wishes, and immediately raised his hand to deliver a strong slap.

“Smack.”

The crisp sound of a slap rang out.

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In the Imperial Palace, within the Imperial Study Room.

Many lamps lit up the entire grand hall brightly.

Unlike usual, Jingtai was not handling state affairs; instead, he stood with his hands behind him, gazing at a spring scene he had just painted. With summer arriving, the spring was lush.

He didn’t know why, but he felt inexplicably restless. Thus, he subconsciously started painting.

Looking at the green grass in the painting, Jingtai was quite pleased. He was originally adept at painting. If not for becoming Emperor, he would definitely be an outstanding painting grandmaster.

“Rustle, rustle…”

In his black official robe, the Imperial Factory Supervisor, Cao Zhengxian, slowly approached and bowed:

“This old minister greets Your Majesty.”

Jingtai shifted his gaze, looked up at the person in front of him, and nodded slightly:

“How are things progressing?”

“Reporting to Your Majesty, the current focus within the Capital has shifted to Chen Yuan, and discussions about the resignation of the Great Governor are relatively few.”

Cao Zhengxian reported truthfully.

Some people indeed guessed right, Jingtai was indeed plotting some things behind the scenes, gradually reclaiming power into his hands before taking significant actions.

But he didn’t want the matters to be overly publicized, so he had Cao Zhengxian guide the public’s attention a bit.

“That’s good.”

Jingtai said blandly.

“Your Majesty’s methods indeed surpass several Emperors, even being able to reclaim the Great Governor’s power is impressive, this old minister admires it.” Cao Zhengxian’s words were not just flattery.

He really hadn’t anticipated that His Majesty had such methods.

Being able to convince the Great Governor, Gu Tianqiong, to relinquish the Heavenly Patrol Bureau’s power was no small feat. He couldn’t even guess what method Jingtai had employed.

Mere rewards were insufficient.

As such, he truly felt some admiration now.

Upon hearing this, Jingtai’s lips curved into a faint smile. Cao Zhengxian was indeed a veteran of several reigns, having served multiple emperors since the founding of the Great Jin.

His admiration was quite pleasing to Jingtai.

His ambitions aimed not only to surpass several emperors but rather to achieve accomplishments beyond the Grand Ancestor, to methodically restore the now broken kingdom of the Sima Family.

He was always striving in this direction.

“Only, I don’t know what method Your Majesty ultimately used?” Cao Zhengxian cautiously raised his head to look at Jingtai, wanting to know some of the truth.

Unexpectedly, Jingtai merely glanced at him indifferently: