Thinking about the combat power of the blackening male gods across the various dimensions, and then thinking about how she had never worried about what kind of fate would befall the enemies of those blackening male leads when she was doing her missions in the past…
And now it was her turn…
She was utterly speechless… Was she going to die young too? _(:з」∠)_
She almost wished she didn’t know anything ╥﹏╥
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty?”
She had just spaced out for a moment, and when she came to, she saw that Jun Yulin, who had apparently finished speaking, was now frowning at her.
Yan Luo was startled and instinctively straightened up a little, blinking her eyes.
“Royal Uncle, what’s the matter?”
The girl was only around seventeen or eighteen, not very tall, but because she had long been in a position of power, there was a natural air of authority between her brows.
She usually liked to wear heavy makeup to make herself look more mature, but today she hadn’t. Her porcelain-white face was fully exposed to everyone, delicate and beautiful. Without that makeup, she seemed even more lively and spirited, and coupled with the languid, nonchalant look in her eyes, she actually looked even more like an emperor than before.
Jun Yulin furrowed his brows slightly, suppressing the strange emotion that suddenly surged in his heart. He repeated what he had said earlier, “Your Majesty is about to turn eighteen. The selection of a consort has been delayed again and again. Your Majesty can no longer act willfully.”
His voice sounded calm, but there was an undeniable firmness in his tone.
Yan Luo rested her chin on her hand and looked at him, thinking about how the original owner had kept delaying this exact matter, precisely because of this man in front of her. And in this world, to reduce his blackening value… she had to help him get revenge?
Hmm… The enemies were her and the original owner’s mother.
And a consort selection, now? All she felt was overwhelming malice.
Scary.
Little Pink : [Dear Host, you can do it! Don’t chicken out!]
Yan Luo : “I’m just being honest, thanks.”
—Ugh… just thinking about it gave her the creeps…
“Since Royal Uncle insists…” Yan Luo said softly, fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of the throne as she felt the texture of this supposedly luxurious but actually uncomfortable dragon seat. “Then I’ll leave it to Royal Uncle to handle.”
Jun Yulin, who hadn’t received a response for quite a while and was about to speak again with a frown, was suddenly interrupted by the girl’s calm voice.
When this issue was mentioned before, Yan Luo always refused on the grounds that she was too young. Jun Yulin could sense the emperor’s thoughts to some extent. Although she was always calm, whenever this issue was brought up, her emotions would inevitably show.
But this time… he couldn’t read her mood at all.
Jun Yulin didn’t press further, merely replied in a cool voice, “Then let the consort selection ceremony be held on the occasion of Your Majesty’s birthday in a month. Does Your Majesty approve?”
“Let’s go with Royal Uncle’s arrangement. Do the rest of you ministers have any other matters to report?” Yan Luo nodded and responded, then spoke, her gaze sweeping across the room.
Only then did An Bai slowly raise his eyes and unhurriedly step forward. His voice was calm and gentle, but the words he spoke instantly caused cold sweat to break out on the backs of several older ministers behind him.
“Your Majesty, I have recently learned that due to severe drought in the Yunqing region, there has been a total crop failure, and the commoners have suffered heavy losses.”
Yan Luo raised an eyebrow. “Wasn’t that reported earlier by Minister Lin? I remember the court already sent out disaster relief grain and funds to Yunqing that very day. Where is Minister Lin? It seems our Grand Chancellor isn’t fully informed. Why don’t you come out and explain things to him?”
At first glance, the words seemed perfectly normal—but in fact, they had just quietly dug a pitfall for someone.