Chapter 2

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The sky was just beginning to brighten, with the morning light gently spilling from the east. In the distance, the deep, melodious tolling of a bell echoed softly, passing through the mist-shrouded palace and crossing the wide, imposing doors of the main hall.

The grand hall stood majestic, its dark teal brickwork gleaming coldly. Atop the roof, a five-clawed golden dragon coiled, its mouth clasping a glazed mirror. As light flickered across the mirror’s surface, it shimmered slightly, as if silently observing everything within the hall.

Inside, a minister clad in deep blue court robes stepped forward with measured pace. Though his steps faltered slightly, his resolve was unmistakable.

His voice was hoarse: “Your Majesty, I have a memorial to present!”

At the front, the Empress’s gaze descended. Through the tassels of her crown, she saw a face weathered and refined by time.

“Your Majesty!” The elderly minister’s expression was solemn, his voice earnest and measured. “The calamity of the displaced people across the realm can no longer be ignored! Should hesitation persist, I fear the hearts of the people will be lost and the kingdom’s stability endangered!”

Chu Yingzhao remained silent, her eyes steady upon him.

The old man raised his tablet, bowed his head, and knelt: “I dare to beseech Your Majesty to personally inspect the outskirts of the capital, to proclaim heavenly grace, aid the disaster-stricken, and restore order to the realm!”

His words struck the hall like thunder, the mixture of worry and hope weaving an invisible force. A hush fell over the court officials; many nodded slightly, visibly moved by his counsel.

“...” The Empress still did not reply. She merely fixed a subtle smile upon the officials beneath the throne—just as she had done in her days as the Crown Princess. Appearing capricious and inscrutable, yet driven by a stubbornness that betrayed her, trusting slanders and unable to discern right from wrong.

Sure enough, the dignity displayed at yesterday’s enthronement was but a fleeting illusion; this golden-haired girl was ultimately not yet a force to be reckoned with.

Many secretly harbored such resentments, though their faces remained cautious and respectful.

Of course, the Empress was not deliberately ignoring the withered, slightly balding old man; she was merely struggling to control her expression.

Only she could see the translucent system interface hovering before her eyes, displaying a worn ID photo of the old minister:

[Yao Shenkai, Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. Loyalty: 5, Talent: 12]

Such a humorously low rating.

It seemed that when one was speechless, one might actually want to laugh.

Perhaps the silence had lasted too long, as the officials pondered this “earnest” plea. Finally, someone could no longer contain himself and responded to the Right Vice Minister.

The Deputy Director of the Ministry of Justice stepped forward, his voice loud and clear: “Minister Yao’s words are indeed correct! Should Your Majesty personally visit the capital's outskirts, it would not only soothe the people’s hearts but also demonstrate the vast grace of Heaven. I am willing to endorse this!”

The Empress lazily lifted her eyelids and glanced at him.

Quite well. Loyalty 2, Talent 16—this one was even weightier.

The middle-aged man, unaware he had already been unmasked, raised his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with faint pride, as if awaiting praise from the Empress.

The Crown Princess had always been keen on grand displays that emphasized royal authority; now that he had given her an opening, it not only satisfied her desire for the spotlight but also demonstrated his own perceptiveness and unwavering loyalty.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Deputy Director of the Ministry of Rites quickly followed: “Throughout history, wise rulers’ personal inspections have yielded extraordinary results. At the beginning of Your Majesty’s reign, such action would surely inspire songs of praise among the people and eternal renown in the annals!”

Good. Loyalty 7, Talent 11.

Enough, truly enough.

Chu Yingzhao inwardly asked herself sharply: How had these men managed to ascend to their current positions?

With such vermin, how could the country be governed well?

The warm endorsements of these two officials shattered the brief silence in the court. The atmosphere gradually grew lively, and several minor officials whispered among themselves, seemingly weighing whether to join this chorus of praise.

Yet, amid the clamor, one corner remained particularly silent.

Qi Zhengheng stood with hands folded, solemn and silent, out of place in this courtly storm. Behind him, Qi Wangzhu was even more reserved, his gaze withdrawn and betraying no emotion.

Minister Yao naturally noticed this. He furrowed his brows and cast a discreet glance at Qi Zhengheng, a flicker of doubt stirring within: Qi Zhengheng was known for his candid counsel—why was he silent today?

This left Yao feeling strangely uneasy, yet also somewhat secretly pleased.

After all, Qi Zhengheng had always opposed him and his circle; this silence only gave Yao more advantage.

Chu Yingzhao noticed the unusual behavior of the economic official and his son but paid it little mind.

She listened to the memorials from Minister Yao and the others, scanning the faces of the officials. Her expression remained calm and unreadable, though a faint chill seemed to shimmer beneath her gaze.

Their words were earnest, each phrase expressing concern for the plight of the displaced, as if sharing her burden.

...Quite deceptive. Trying to hoodwink a reclusive scholar specializing in post-disaster reconstruction and infrastructure planning was nearly effortless.

But loyalty ratings don’t lie.

Though she lacked precise data for now, the fact that enemies supported her opponents while opposing her support—

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“Minister Yao,” she repeated softly, fingertips tapping rhythmically on the imperial desk.

This subtle gesture instantly silenced the court; all eyes turned to the young monarch seated upon the throne.

Chu Yingzhao glanced at the silent Qi Zhengheng and suddenly spoke: “Inspector Qi, what is your opinion on Minister Yao’s proposal?”

The officials’ gazes shifted toward Qi Zhengheng.

Yao was momentarily stunned, then inwardly delighted, a smug curve lifting the corner of his mouth: Qi Zhengheng was known for his forthrightness and sharp tongue, and had offended the Crown Princess many times.

Now, with the Crown Princess enthroned and calling him out by name, it was clear she intended to reprimand the old minister.

Qi Zhengheng slowly lifted his head to meet the monarch’s gaze. His eyes were probing, as if attempting to discern the young ruler’s true intention.

He recalled the conversation from last night with Qi Wangzhu.

*

The young man sat at the edge of the desk, recounting every event of the day in detail to his father. His tone was as usual, but the more Qi Zhengheng listened, the deeper his inner turmoil grew.

“Her Majesty inquired specifically about the displaced...”

“...Her words were direct and incisive, not blindly trusting others but analyzing the problems layer by layer...”

“Father, have you ever seen such concise and capable analysis?”

Qi Zhengheng set down his teacup and pinched the bridge of his nose. “She just ascended the throne—how could she have changed so drastically? The Crown Princess was always impatient, brash, and stubborn—when did she learn this?”

Qi Wangzhu replied softly, “It’s more than just calmness. I think she not only understands the current crisis but seems to have anticipated everything... even my responses seem to be known to her.”

This gave Qi Zhengheng a long moment of silence.

After a while, he rose and paced the study before turning to his son with a measured voice: “Wangzhu, what do you think?”

Qi Wangzhu shook his head hesitantly: “I dare not presume to judge. But compared to before, Her Majesty is very different.”

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This upright and incorruptible Left Censor had barely slept the night through, trying to analyze the Empress’s intent but arriving at a nearly absurd conclusion—

If his son was not mistaken, this young monarch had likely been concealing her abilities all along.

This made sense. After all, the previous emperor was... indescribable. His brutality and arrogance far exceeded hers, as had the late Crown Prince...

But if a child not yet twenty could flawlessly feign foolishness for so many years... that was beyond his comprehension.

His thoughts were in turmoil, unable to form a clear idea.

“I believe Minister Yao’s proposal, though well-intentioned, may be inappropriate.” He hesitated briefly, then bowed deeply, voice low: “Should Your Majesty personally inspect the capital outskirts, it may demonstrate heavenly grace, but risks exhausting the people’s strength, wasting resources, and disrupting court affairs.”

Of course, Chu Yingzhao was unaware that this loyal official with a rating of 65 had already, in her mind, been fleshed out with a full thirty-thousand-word character profile.

She casually remarked: the art of rhetoric!

Neither directly rejecting Minister Yao nor fully endorsing him, yet pointing out possible risks—flawless, answering the question without completely answering, a classic dodge.

This was somewhat disappointing.

She had high hopes for his speech—his talent was a full 80! Even combined, the three previous undercover officials didn’t reach half his height!

Oh well, let the stats fan his favor a bit.

She shook her head faintly, offered no reply, and shifted her gaze back to the three officials.

Minister Yao’s eyes flickered with delight: Qi Zhengheng dared not take a stand. Ha, now he knows fear, old fool!

The Deputy Director of Justice and the Deputy Director of Rites beside him were even more smug—the latter’s smile betraying an almost uncontrollable upward twitch.

Chu Yingzhao couldn’t help but be amused by this novice’s theatrical display.

Yet before the officials could guess her intentions, the Empress’s brow suddenly tightened, her expression turning icy cold.

She swept her wide sleeve aside and rose from the desk. The tassels of her crown swayed lightly as she spoke in a voice low but resonant, measured yet carrying weight:

“My loyal Minister of Revenue, Lord Yao, I ask you: how many displaced people are there? How much grain is needed for emergency relief? How long will the current reserves near the capital last? What remains in the national granary? If I personally inspect, how many manpower and resources will be required?”

Minister Yao was struck dumb, cold sweat beading at his temple. He stammered: “Your Majesty! The displaced... near the capital number over a thousand, grain reserves, reserves are approximately... approximately...”

He faltered for half a minute, unable to offer a reasonable answer, only panickedly: “I believe...”

“Unaware.” The Empress smiled again, voice suddenly soft yet venomous, “You do not know the grain reserves, nor the treasury, yet you dare propose such absurd advice, condemning the displaced to death and making me a laughingstock.”

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She raised her hand toward the guards, her tone pleasant: “Grant him the rod for execution, to serve as a warning.”

Almost the moment her words fell, four guards filed in from the hall’s entrance, each carrying a heavy cudgel. The ends were stained with what seemed to be blood, exuding a menacing aura.

Minister Yao’s face turned deathly pale, his legs trembling as if boneless, collapsing to the ground and shaking uncontrollably, barely conscious.

He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat seemed strangled, only managing broken, hoarse moans: “Y-Your Majesty... mercy...”

The court fell into complete silence; all heads bowed low, not daring to breathe, fearing to be the next summoned.

Some nearly lost their footing, filled with despair and regret—had they perhaps been too enthusiastic in their earlier endorsements?

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