Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 716 Phoenix Returns to Its Nest (2)

Wang Shijun returned to his palace with a troubled mind, feeling that the emperor had changed.

The emperor used to favor Consort Liu the most, but now he has suddenly strangled that person, which is truly unbelievable.

"Congratulations, Your Excellency! Congratulations, Your Excellency!" The servants around him kept congratulating Wang Shijun, thinking that their master's good days were about to begin.

Wang Shijun: "What brings you this joy?"

Observing Wang Shijun's expression, Congli said with great joy, "With Consort Liu dead, you will now be the most important person in the harem."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shijun was not particularly pleased. She said indifferently, "There's no need to say such things again. You may leave now and have Congwen come to serve you."

Cong Li didn't understand, but he still silently withdrew. His master was intelligent and must have his own ideas. "Yes."

There was also Empress Zhao Beixin in the palace. Although she often did not participate in affairs and was suppressed by Consort Liu, she was still the head of the harem.

With Consort Liu's death, the political situation in the palace and the court is about to change drastically.

Wang Shijun instructed, "Congwen, prepare pen and ink; I need to write a letter to my mother at home."

"Yes"

Xiong Bufan still refused to accept the fact that she had to support an entire nation. She had only ever been a bandit, never an emperor. She couldn't possibly lead the entire nation on a robbery, could she? After robbing, they would have money.

However, this seems to be a really good idea.

Xiong Bufan patted his stomach; it was time to eat. "Someone, I want to eat."

Kongkong: "Extraordinary, this is called serving food."

"It does not matter."

Xiong Bufan moved to the dining hall and watched as palace servants filed in, serving exquisite dishes. Her displeasure lessened somewhat; at least she had more food than she could eat.

If she just freeloads and doesn't do any work, she can get away with it for a while longer.

There were eight servants serving Feng Shu'an meals: two to test for poison, four to serve the food, and two to record how she ate.

This is considered relatively frugal. When Feng Shuan's mother ate a meal, there were twenty-four people serving her from beginning to end. That's the life a real emperor should live.

There were ten cold dishes and twenty hot dishes, plus a table full of snacks.

On the table, you can see almost every type of food from the entire country.

Xiong Bufan: "I love being an emperor the most." After saying that, he couldn't wait to pour a plate of food into his mouth.

The servants had never seen their emperor eat so much. No matter what the dish was, His Majesty would only touch it once with his chopsticks and then stop eating. If he liked it, he would smile; if he didn't, he would frown.

Before the officials could even record whether a dish was good or bad, Xiong Bufan had already eaten it all.

The eunuch who had served the food left again shortly afterward, and then many palace servants brought in a lot of snacks.

Xiong Bufan naturally accepted them all with a smile; she never wasted food.

The young attendant, observing Xiong Bufan's expression, then wrote on the paper: "Your Majesty is like a god descended to earth, able to eat a whole cow in one meal. May the heavens bless the Phoenix Dynasty for a thousand autumns and ten thousand generations."

After finishing his meal, Xiong Bufan sat in a chair and picked his teeth.

The lady-in-waiting Shangguan Yi reminded him, "Your Majesty, this is the time to review the memorials."

Xiong Bufan knew what a memorial was from the original owner's memories, so he nodded and said, "Review it."

"Yes."

Stacks of memorials were carried up. Xiong Bufan thought there were enough plates for eating, but he didn't expect there to be even more memorials to review than plates. He then felt a little apprehensive.

Looking at so many memorials, one might think it's time for the college entrance exam.

Kongkong: "Not bad. The emperor can learn about and handle national affairs through memorials. Keep it up."

Xiong Bufan shakily took out a book, only to find a large number of words inside, none of which he recognized.

Xiong Bufan closed the memorial, shut his eyes, and dared not open them, hoping it was just his imagination.

Shangguan Yi gently reminded him, "Your Majesty, it's time to review the memorials. There are other matters to attend to later."

Xiong Bufan opened his eyes, glanced at the memorial, and then closed them again.

The memorials to the emperor were not illusions, nor was being transported to the emperor's body.

After a moment of silence, Xiong Bufan said quietly, "Read it to me."

If all else fails, just treat these memorials as stories; after all, Xiong Bufan has listened to plenty of storybooks.

Shangguan Yi knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty, this is not in accordance with the rules."

"My words are the rules. Read them."

"Yes."

Shangguan Yi picked up a memorial and said, "On the sixteenth day of the fifth month of the third year of Fengli, I observed the celestial phenomena tonight and found the moon to be exceptionally round... May Your Majesty enjoy boundless blessings."

The translated meaning is: Today I saw that the moon was very round, and I thought that the people were living in peace and prosperity, and that this was all thanks to Your Majesty. So today I am writing this memorial to praise Your Majesty and wish Your Majesty a long and happy life.

The memorial ended with a drawing of a moon, which was indeed very round.

Xiong Bufan picked at her ears; she felt she had only heard a bunch of nonsense.

Shangguan Yi carefully placed the memorial back on Xiong Bufan's desk. If the other ministers knew that she had read the memorial aloud, it would be a matter of life and death.

Xiong Bufan wrote "1" on the memorial to the throne to indicate that he was aware of it.

Why not write "阅"? Because "阅" has too many strokes, and Xiong Bufan was too lazy to write it.

Shangguan Yi looked at the "1" and thought it was a special symbol agreed upon. She dared not speak. How could their wise and mighty Emperor really give the memorial to someone else to review?

Xiong Bufan: "Alright, let's move on to the next one and skip the time."

"Yes."

Shangguan Yi picked up the memorial and read aloud: "Your Majesty, I went to the ground today to observe... May Your Majesty be blessed."

Ultimately, it was just a sycophantic report praising Feng Shu'an.

Xiong Bufan sat in the chair, feeling that she had wasted a lot of time. Did these people have nothing to do but flatter? All they did was flatter, and they would nag about even the smallest things for a long time.

These people are so talkative.

Shangguan Yi observed Xiong Bufan's expression and asked softly, "Your Majesty,"

Xiong Bufan: "Find more people, have them all come and show me the memorials."

"Yes."

Xiong Bufan's initial excitement about being emperor had completely dissipated, and now he just wanted it to end quickly so he wouldn't have to read this nonsense.

Shangguan Yi was about to say that it was against the rules, but seeing Xiong Bufan's irritable expression, she silently shut up, withdrew, and summoned many female officials.

Xiong Bufan: "You guys look at the memorials, show me the important ones, and just ignore the ones that are just paying respects or flattering me over trivial matters."

The ladies-in-waiting bowed their heads and said, "Yes."

They felt their lives were in danger, but they could not disobey orders.

For them now, it's a matter of facing the knife whether they stick their necks out or not.

Xiong Bufan thought he was a genius, so he reduced his workload.