Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

The General's Mansion was bustling with activity on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Chu Zhuo's first "Mother" caught in his throat, but Madam Chi stared at his face and asked, "Why are your lips so red?"

Chu Zhuo touched her lips: "Are they very red?"

When Madam Chi saw his expression, she remembered that it was Mid-Autumn Festival today, and many unmarried men and women were visiting the lantern festival. Their purpose was self-evident.

After thinking for a while, Madam Chi lowered her voice: "Xiao Zhuo, tell your mother the truth, do you have someone you like? Although our Chi family comes from a military background and doesn't really adhere to the grand principles of gentlemen, we still can't do anything frivolous to a pure young lady before marriage."

Chu Zhuo honestly replied, "Mother, I was the one who was taken advantage of."

Madam Chi's first reaction was: "Which family's daughter is so fierce? Look at my son's mouth, it's even a little swollen... Never mind, you come with me to the room to get some medicine to reduce the swelling. It won't be easy to explain when we meet your grandparents later."

On the way to the room with Chu Zhuo, for some reason, Madam Chi felt a sense of unease in her chest.

Chu Zhuo obediently applied the medicine to reduce the swelling. After applying it, his mouth felt cool and refreshed. He glanced at Madam Chi, and that glance lingered for a while.

The long silence made Madam Chi's heart pound. She unconsciously touched her hair and asked, "Xiao Zhuo, why are you staring at me? Is Mother's hair messy?"

Chu Zhu shook her head slightly: "Mother, His Majesty and I have been completely honest with each other."

"..." Madam Chi's mind went blank for a moment before she stammered, "Is the sentiment you're referring to the one Mother understands?"

Chu Zhuo pointed to her lips bluntly: "This is the kiss His Majesty gave, not some fierce girl."

Madam Chi's expression darkened slightly, and she remained silent for a long time.

The servant called the two to the front hall for dinner. A conflicted look flashed in Madam Chi's eyes as she opened her mouth with difficulty: "Zhuozhuo, did His Majesty force you?"

Chu Zhuo took Madam Chi's hand, her gaze showing no sign of being forced or compromising: "His Majesty is very kind; he has not pressured me."

Madam Chi understood and sighed deeply: "Well, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. After your father passed away, I became more open-minded... As for your grandparents, don't worry, I'll sound them out for you first."

"Mother is the best, I love Mother." Chu Zhuo did not refuse Madam Chi's kindness, and even added, "His Majesty and I truly like each other. As long as we make it clear, Grandfather will not have any objections. As for Grandmother, if I genuinely like her, she will not make things difficult for me."

Madam Chi lightly flicked his forehead: "You're such a smooth talker."

Chu Zhuo obediently covered her mouth: "Does Mother scold me even if I tell the truth?"

Madam Chi was at a loss for words with his coquettish and playful attitude. They had been urged by the people in the front hall for a while, so the two of them hurried over to have dinner.

After taking their seats, General Chi stammered a few words about reunion, and afterwards, the conversation naturally turned to Chu Zhuo.

They all knew that Chu Zhuo had gone out to release lanterns, but they didn't know if anything had happened. Old Madam Chi said, "Has Chu Zhuo taken a fancy to any girl? Grandmother will arrange a marriage for you."

General Chi didn't speak, which conveyed the same meaning.

Chu Zhuo put down the pear cake: "There is one, but he's very self-reliant and doesn't need Grandmother to act as matchmaker."

"Self-awareness?" Old Madam Chi wondered, thinking that Chu Zhuo was just shy. Just as she was about to speak, Madam Chi said, "The one who has feelings for Xiao Zhuo is that person."

Madam Chi pointed upwards.

Madam Chi paused for a moment, realizing that "that" referred to the Emperor.

General Chi was also stunned, but having been loyal to the emperor and patriotic all his life, he wouldn't be too opposed to this matter.

The old man's eyes were lined with wrinkles: "Are you really sincere?"

Chu Zhuo raised her finger and swore, "I really mean it, and Grandfather, I have no reason to make myself unhappy."

Old Madam Chi, who was standing to the side, calmed down. She valued this family more than anyone else. Seeing her grandson make a vow, her eyes were filled with genuine emotion, and she briefly put aside her concerns: "It's good that it's sincere. If one day His Majesty gets tired of you, Xiao Zhuo, don't be afraid. The General's Mansion will still be your home."

These words were outrageous, but no one in the family objected.

The fact that His Majesty's harem has been empty for five years is enough to show that His Majesty is picky about relationships, unlike previous emperors who selected concubines from three palaces and six courtyards... Back then, they were still sincere and only hoped that His Majesty could remain faithful to one person until the end.

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The next morning, Chu Zhuo returned to the palace, but His Majesty's morning court session had not yet ended.

When Fupei’s chief eunuch saw him, he immediately ordered the imperial kitchen to bring some food.

Yan Jiheng was unaware that the precious jade he had been longing for all night had already entered the palace. At this moment, he stood in the court.

A group of ministers knelt below, each one timid and hesitant, as if walking on thin ice.

Yan Jiheng's voice was deep and cold, like ice: "Have they all become mute?"

"Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, you speak," the emperor casually appointed.

The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review shuddered and crawled out to answer: "Your Majesty, the murderer has indeed been recruited. Minister of Works Qian Hai, together with his wife's family, carried out this arson. Their original intention was to arouse the grief of the Dowager Consort over the loss of her son and to sow discord between Your Majesty and the Dowager Consort. However, the Dowager Consort had no such intention. Enraged and afraid of being exposed, they tried to create a fire to silence the Dowager Consort."

Yan Jiheng drew his sharp sword and walked slowly toward Qian Hai. Without the slightest hesitation, he swiftly and accurately plunged the sword into Qian Hai's body.

As Qian Hai was pleading for mercy, a sword suddenly pierced his chest. His body was instantly torn apart by pain, and blood flowed freely. Before dying, he warned like a trapped beast, "Your Majesty... you have threatened so many interests of the aristocratic families. Beware of a counterattack."

Yan Jiheng didn't blink, his gaze chilling and terrifying, and told the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review to continue reading before moving on to the next person.

The ministers remained silent, fearing that disaster might befall them.

After executing four people in succession, the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review finished his report and withdrew, Yan Jiheng discarded his sword and sat back on the dragon throne: "With the imperial examinations approaching, I already have someone to fill the vacant official positions."

"Anyone who dares to overstep their bounds, I will chop off their hand."

Next, the Minister of Justice gave his report. Yan Jiheng listened for a moment, then waved his hand dismissively out of boredom. The Minister of Justice fell silent and withdrew respectfully.

After attending court in a state of trepidation, all the officials were drenched in a cold sweat.

The few remaining aristocratic families all looked grim, their former glory nowhere to be seen.

Pan Qimin kept thinking about Qian Hai's last words, and a thought came to mind.

If the powerful families continue to be attacked, they will likely have little room for maneuver, and they must unite to fight back.

The current emperor is neither the emperor of a few years ago, nor the late emperor. The young emperor is too good at lying low. He caught everyone off guard when he was the deposed crown prince. Now he has grown up quickly and is terrifying... No, we must think of a solution.

After His Majesty left, the guard picked up the sword, wiped it clean with a cotton cloth, and put it back in its scabbard.

Chu Zhuo ate two steamed buns at home in the morning, but they weren't very filling. So she had a bowl of multigrain porridge and a few crystal cakes when she arrived here. She then saw His Majesty returning from afar.