Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

Gu Mingli remained silent.

What terrible things have I done?

He only told a part of "Journey to the West"!

How did such an ambitious young man end up becoming a tyrant?

Xiao Ye really did have a delayed puberty.

She appears aloof on the surface, but is actually quite immature inside.

I can't stand hearing these ghost stories.

Before they knew it, the night watchman's drum outside the palace had been beating again and again.

It was past midnight.

The hall finally fell silent.

The candlestick had burned down to the bottom, and the last flame struggled and jumped twice inside the copper wall.

As soon as Liu An entered, he quickly had someone replace the candles with new ones.

Taking advantage of the brief lull in the dim light inside the hall, he bowed and stepped forward, offering a respectful reminder.

"Your Majesty, it's past midnight. The palace gates are already locked."

Gu Mingli suddenly snapped back to reality.

"What?! It's so late?!"

He stood up abruptly, belatedly realizing that he had missed the time to leave the palace.

"Oh no, oh no, the key's been dropped!"

He was so anxious that he spun around in place, then turned to look at the composed Xiao Ye.

"Your Majesty, please open the door!"

Looking at his open and honest demeanor, Xiao Ye couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

Gu Mingli became even more anxious.

"Your Majesty, my servants should still be waiting at the palace gate; it's already the middle of the night!"

Xiao Ye then looked away and gave a calm instruction.

"Liu An".

"Your servant is here."

"Go to my private treasury and retrieve a travel pass."

Liu An quickly brought over a small wooden box.

Xiao Ye opened it and took out a heavy bronze waist tag.

The plaque is engraved with intricate court patterns, while the reverse side is cast with a magnificent "Imperial Edict" character.

Xiao Ye took the waist token and weighed it in his palm.

He raised his hand and handed it to Gu Mingli.

"Take this. With this token, you can enter and exit the palace without being restricted by time."

Gu Mingli happily accepted the waist tag.

Slightly heavy to start with.

I turned it over and looked at the imposing character "敕" (chì), and my eyes lit up.

"This...can be used anytime?"

"Um."

"Even in the middle of the night is fine?"

Xiao Ye looked up at him, his eyes carrying a hint of warning.

"What are you doing in the palace in the middle of the night?"

Gu Mingli's lips twitched.

What can the mind do?

He came to persuade the tyrant to stop his violence in the middle of the night!

But there's still an art to talking to your boss.

It needs to be tactful, not too direct.

Gu Mingli said, "What if you have insomnia one night and want to hear a story?"

Xiao Ye was slightly taken aback.

Then he scoffed and waved his hand dismissively.

"Get out of here!"

[Ding! Xiao Ye's favorability towards you +1, current favorability -452]

Gu Mingli: Wuhu~~✿ヽ(°▽°)ノ✿

Tyrant mode is great for quickly increasing your favorability!

Could this be considered a blessing in disguise?

"Your subject takes his leave."

Gu Mingli bowed contentedly and left the palace.

The night wind blew in from the long corridor, making his clothes flutter.

The commander of the imperial guards on duty at the palace gates suddenly narrowed his eyes when he saw the waist tag with the character "敕" (imperial decree).

He didn't dare to ask a single question, immediately bowed, and personally ordered the heavy palace gates to be opened.

Respectfully seeing you off.

On the stone-paved road outside the palace gate, a carriage was quietly parked in the most inconspicuous corner.

A young man dressed in black sat atop the carriage shaft, his hands supporting his chin, gazing longingly at the palace gate.

He almost turned into a statue of a young master.

After an unknown amount of time, Yi Shi saw that the tightly closed palace gates finally opened a crack.

He instantly perked up and jumped off the cart shaft, jogging forward.

"Young Master!"

Gu Mingli saw him and couldn't help but smile.

"How long have you been waiting here?"

Yi Shi looked very serious.

"About four hours?"

Why didn't you go back to the manor first?

Yi Shi's expression was as natural as "the sun rising in the east and setting in the west".

"How can I leave if the young master hasn't come out?"

Gu Mingli was somewhat moved.

The next sentence was heard from Yi Shi:

"Young master, you may not know, but the Overwatch Council has issued a strict order!"

"Have your subordinates keep a close eye on you at all times! Monitor your every move! Prevent you from colluding with powerful families."

Gu Mingli: "..."

He's such an honest and kind bodyguard that it's heartbreaking.

Gu Mingli reached out and patted his shoulder heavily.

"Well done. Let's go home. I'll treat you to extra chicken drumsticks tonight!"

"Thank you, young master!"

……

The next day was an ordinary day.

However, an imperial edict that descended from the heavens completely shook the turbulent and unpredictable imperial court.

"Imperial Edict: Zhou Qiao, Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works, obstructed the imperial approval of the project and disregarded the overall situation. He is hereby fined three years' salary and demoted to the rank of Principal Clerk."

"Anyone below the rank of Director of the Construction Department involved in this matter shall be dismissed from their posts and await investigation. This is the imperial decree."

The imperial edict caused an uproar throughout the court and the public.

How dare His Majesty openly break ties with the aristocratic families?

After this thunderous blow...

The people in the court broke out in a cold sweat when they saw the smiling face of the Right Chancellor, Gu Debai.

We have to reconsider Gu Mingli's position in His Majesty's heart.

The Zhou family gritted their teeth and harbored a deep grudge against the Gu family.

However, Gu Debai, the Right Chancellor, was no pushover.

He skillfully navigated the political intrigues of these self-proclaimed powerful and influential officials in the imperial court, leaving no room for error.

Meanwhile, the progress of the suburban logistics park is so fast it's almost unbelievable.

Gu Mingli immediately pulled out his "trump card": the cement pouring method.

With this miraculous method, the construction speed is more than three times faster than the traditional bricklaying method!

More than a thousand strong and skilled craftsmen were strictly divided into twelve groups.

They work in shifts day and night.

During the day, they poured concrete for the walls with great enthusiasm, and at night they worked tirelessly to dismantle the formwork.

The dusty, fresh mixture was poured into a specially made wooden mold.

Just one night.

By the next morning, it had miraculously hardened like a stone, and even cutting with a knife or axe could only leave a white mark.

In just half a month, the first row of magnificent warehouses in the storage area has risen from the ground.

Gu Mingli was extremely concerned about this project.

He would come to the construction site every other day and keep a close watch on it for half a day.

When he arrived, he was wearing an elegant and noble moon-white brocade robe.

But as soon as he entered the construction site, he walked straight to the construction area without hesitation.

He wore cloth shoes with thick soles that were covered in mud.

He squatted in the pile of loess without any regard for his image, mixing aggregates with the bricklayers.

Just then, a rhythmic sound of wheels rolling over came from the simple gate of the construction site.

Gu Mingyue had just finished checking the accounts when she lifted the thick curtain of the work shed and came out.

Just then, I spotted a dark, understated yet exquisitely crafted carriage parked at the entrance.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and two people stepped down.

Leading the way was a clerk dressed in the ordinary blue robe of the Ministry of Revenue, respectfully carrying a heavy box of documents.

The person following behind was wearing a well-tailored dark blue brocade robe.

A jade belt was tied around her waist, her hair was neatly combed, and even the hem of her robe exuded an air of refinement.

Lu Qinghe, with his sharp eyes, quickly approached Gu Mingyue and reported in a low voice.

"Master, it's someone from the Ministry of Revenue. The imperial court specially dispatched them to handle the subsequent tax matters for our logistics park."

Gu Mingyue nodded.

I understand, it's a joint public-private partnership.

It is perfectly reasonable for the imperial court to send people to supervise the accounts.

"How many people came? What are their positions?" Gu Mingyue asked casually.

"There are only two. The one in front is a long-serving clerk in the Ministry of Revenue, and the one behind seems to be quite important. He is a newly transferred principal officer in the Ministry of Revenue, a young master from a prominent family, Pei Yu."