He was speaking happily, full of pride, when the Emperor suddenly stared at him with shining eyes and said, "What would the eldest Miss Fu say if she heard these words of yours?"
Upon hearing the Emperor mention the eldest Miss Fu, some people felt a chill down their spines.
A military general chimed in, "Your Majesty, your humble servant has heard that the eldest Miss Fu moves freely within the enemy camps, and taking the heads of enemy generals is as easy as plucking something from her pocket."
Military men are often rough and speak without restraint. He recounted what he had heard from his comrades and his own analyses of the situation, explaining it thoroughly.
One would think he had participated in every battle.
"Heh heh." When the general finished speaking, a pin-drop silence fell upon the grand hall, quiet as a chicken.
The old man who had previously tried to kill three birds with one stone, upon hearing the name of the eldest Miss Fu, finally remembered how he had forgotten that demon.
What to do now?
He had heard that the current soldiers, martial artists, and even the common people greatly admired this eldest Miss Fu.
Oh dear, what to do? He cursed inwardly, "Monster." Then an idea struck him.
"Your Majesty, your humble servant has something unclear, I wonder if I should speak it or not."
"Speak."
"Your Majesty, this humble servant finds it truly improper that the eldest Miss Fu, at such a young age, is so highly regarded by various factions."
"Improper in what way?" The Emperor was also puzzled as to what new trick this old fellow was up to. Was he trying to use someone else to kill?
Having served in the same court for many years, the Emperor truly understood this old dog and could guess his malicious intentions without even thinking.
He did not want to engage in further pleasantries with this old fellow, fearing that Miss Fu might also come to hate him. He quickly gave a signal to the old eunuch.
The old eunuch was more observant than Yan Yi and immediately, with a loud voice, shouted, "Court is dismissed."
The Emperor fled as if the world were ending, and the old eunuch, holding his whisk, followed behind him like a dog being chased. This was a hardship for the two palace maids holding the fly whisks behind them. Before they could react to what was happening, seeing the Emperor run, they also carried their whisks and rushed after him.
"Ugh~"
The old fellow pondered for a few moments, preparing to subtly poison Miss Fu's reputation. He had not expected the old eunuch to suddenly announce the dismissal of the court.
His words were stuck in his throat, neither going up nor down, which was quite uncomfortable, and triggered a violent coughing fit.
Everyone else's attention was drawn to his coughing, and they all showed signs of displeasure.
Some even secretly felt relieved as they watched the Emperor's retreating back, thinking, "Fortunately, fortunately, His Majesty might be in urgent need and rushing back to relieve himself, so he won't pursue this."
Otherwise, they would all go hungry again today.
Recalling the embarrassing situation of yesterday, all the officials had one thought: run quickly. They were afraid the Emperor would turn back.
Watching the civil and military officials disperse like startled birds, the vast golden hall was soon left with only him.
Even the officials who usually supported him had vanished without a trace.
Angered, he could not help but feel a strong sense of resentment.
Little did he know that a few others were also cursing him in their hearts.
"Has he lost his mind? To slander Meng Lao Er in the grand hall in front of all the civil and military officials? And intending to belittle the eldest Miss Fu."
"Damn it, he's tired of living. Don't drag us down."
In private, they wanted to deal with the Meng family, but that could only be done behind closed doors.
Especially the eldest Miss Fu, who was so deeply cherished by the people, was someone they could not speak ill of at all.
If for no other reason, they were afraid that after speaking, they would not see the sun the next morning.
This idiot, didn't he hear that the eldest Miss Fu could take the heads of enemy generals on the battlefield as easily as slicing vegetables?
As for them, they hurried home and instructed their stewards to hire more guards from the security agency. Their lives were at stake.
Although they knew that the personnel from the security agency could not compare to the legendary eldest Miss Fu,
It was better than nothing. More people were better than fewer, just for peace of mind.
They dared not think too deeply, fearing they would never have peace of mind again.
Alas, it was all the fault of that pig-brained fellow.
Who else had a brain chewed by a donkey, to openly set a trap for someone and announce it so grandly, as if afraid others didn't know it was him?
This *idiot*.
This was the nickname given to him by several people today who were of one mind, and it was used for a long time afterwards.
The old fellow, now sporting a nickname full of worldly flavor, felt a hint of regret that he had not yet had his say.
However, everyone was rushing home as if they hadn't eaten for eight meals, some even appearing to have lost their court shoes.
"Alas." He sighed. He didn't see the adoring gazes of the civil and military officials, and his mood was a little disappointed.
If the civil and military officials knew what he was thinking, they would surely point at his nose and roar, "Go to hell, don't bring trouble to me."
...
Leaving the capital, Yan Yi felt refreshed. Leaving those inhuman scoundrels, his mood improved.
Looking at the wild dogs running around by the roadside, they all had double eyelids. These little creatures were more likable than those old ghosts in the court.
"Heh heh, the scenery here is truly beautiful."
Sixzi, who was following him on horseback, looked around. The official road was dusty, and there was an undeniable smell of earth. Yet his lord said the scenery was beautiful?
What kind of vision was this? Should he advise his lord that they were not far from the capital, and if his lord galloped back to see an imperial physician, it might still be in time.
However, before he could speak, he saw their lord whip his horse and shout, "Giddy up."
"..." Sixzi watched the back of his lord as he galloped away, quickly contemplating whether to chase after him or follow the convoy.
His two big dark eyes darted left and right several times. He finally decided to travel with the convoy of grain transport carts.
Otherwise, if anything were to happen to this convoy, he wouldn't be able to make amends even if he sold himself.
Yan Yi let himself go, galloping twenty li on the official road against the wind, before slowly meandering back as the setting sun cast its slanted rays.
From a distance, Sixzi actually detected a hint of laziness about his lord.
"..." His eyes widened. He himself could not believe it.
Laziness on the body of the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard? Either he had forgotten his eyes at home, or they had been stepped on by someone.
Their lord was the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. What he should exude was killing intent, killing intent, do you understand?
However, as he spurred his horse closer, Sixzi began to doubt his sanity.
Yan Yi completely ignored Sixzi's bulging eyes. He scanned the convoy of grain transport carts following behind and loudly called out, "Everyone, put in some effort. The post station is only ten-odd li ahead. We'll rest there tonight."
"Yes."
The coachmen quickly responded.
This was the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. As soon as their eyes met his, only two words remained in their hearts: fear.
Yan Yi did not intend to make things difficult for them. He turned around and chatted with Sixzi about everyday matters.
"Sixzi, do you think the Northern Frontier is better, or is the capital better?"