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

"Pfft—hahahahahaha—"

Gu Mingyue laughed until tears streamed down her face.

"This book... is it on the wrong channel?"

Gu Mingli took a deep breath, grinding his back teeth as he opened the cover.

If there's anything improper in this content, he'll "die" for the system to see!

As a result, Gu Mingli calmed down after the next glance.

The contents of the book have absolutely nothing to do with the cover.

The ancient-style font boldly proclaims:

Confucius said: "To learn something and then practice it regularly, is that not a pleasure?"

Gu Mingli: "..."

The Analects?

He quickly flipped through a few pages.

The version provided by the system includes an extremely insightful annotation after each chapter.

The annotations are insightful and profound, with every word pointing directly to the emperor's mindset and strategies for governing the country.

The saying "Half of the Analects can govern the world" is taken to its extreme in this version.

Gu Mingli became more and more satisfied as he flipped through the pages.

This thing was practically tailor-made for Xiao Ye.

Could an emperor with an extremely strong desire for control resist turning the pages of an ancient scroll that blends political maneuvering with Confucianism?

Gu Mingli closed the book and looked up at Gu Mingyue.

His face practically screamed: This is it!

Gu Mingyue smiled as she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Just because of this book, 'I Became the Beloved Master of Three Thousand Disciples'?"

Don't look at the cover.

Gu Mingli tucked the book into his coat and said seriously, "This is the Analects of Confucius. The kind with annotations."

Wow~

Gu Mingyue blinked.

"This is reliable! Half of the Analects can govern the world; that's exactly what the emperor needs."

"So your plan is to tear the Analects into pieces, hide each page in the palace, and have the emperor follow it to our house for hot pot like he's following a serialized novel?"

"right."

"...Are you sure he won't just send someone to arrest you and force you to hand over the whole book?"

Gu Mingli smiled.

"Won't."

"Don't let Xiao Ye's cold-faced emperor persona fool you; he's still a man."

"A man is a boy until he dies."

"No teenager wouldn't be curious about a treasure hunt."

Gu Mingyue gave her brother a thumbs up.

"Brother, you've got quite a knack for palace intrigue. You're even starting to figure out what's going on in the emperor's mind."

"You're one step closer to reaching the top and becoming the emperor's number one."

Gu Mingli clicked his tongue in disdain.

"Your description sounds strange."

Time is tight and tasks are heavy.

As a result, the entire Gu residence began to bustle with activity that very night.

The oil lamp was turned up to its brightest setting, the table was covered with white paper, and charcoal pencils were scattered all over the floor.

Gu Debai was pulled out of bed by his son, looking completely bewildered.

Upon hearing his son's words about luring the emperor to the Gu residence for dinner, he felt a sudden wave of dizziness.

"My son! Do you have some unspeakable grudge with His Majesty?"

Gu Mingli couldn't explain it, so he just coaxed his father, saying, "Dad, this is called socializing upwards."

Gu Debai didn't know what "socializing upwards" meant, but he knew it might be called "giving your life up."

But her daughter was also involved in the matter.

Gu Debai asked, "Why is that?"

His daughter simply replied, "Don't ask, there's no time to explain."

Gu Debai stared blankly as the entire mansion bustled about as if it were New Year's Day.

Then look at the two children, who are seriously arranging this matter for the household.

I felt a little more at ease.

My daughter has been acting prudently and planning things out quite well lately.

The son has recently gained the emperor's favor.

It seems these two kids have some long-term plans.

Oh well, he himself was a seasoned official who had been in power for over twenty years.

Dealing with the young emperor was a piece of cake for him.

"Is there anything Dad needs to help you with?"

"There really is something."

Gu Mingyue assigned her father a task—to be his primary companion.

"The banquet will be held tomorrow night. Enjoy a good meal and drinks with the Emperor."

Gu Mingyue began assigning tasks to the household.

"Peach Branch, go to the market in the west of the city tomorrow morning at Chenshi (7-9 AM). The fresh mushrooms must be ones picked today, and the tofu must be soft tofu made by braising, not gypsum tofu. After you've bought them, deliver them directly back to your residence."

Taozhi said earnestly, "Don't worry, Miss."

"Gong Huo".

"exist!"

"Buy ten pounds of sesame seeds. Dry-fry them in an iron wok over low heat until they turn slightly yellow and fragrant. Then grind them with a stone mill and mix with sesame oil to make a sauce."

"Minced garlic, chopped green onions, aged vinegar, and sesame oil—you can't leave any of them out. Also, prepare ten small dishes, each containing a separate ingredient."

Gong Huo wrote down each and every one of them in his palm.

Gu Mingyue turned to look at Gu Mingli.

"Where's the mutton?"

Gu Mingli said:

"I've already arranged for the steward to personally go to Butcher Liu's place in the west of the city tomorrow to buy them. His lambs are transported from the north; they have a mild muttony smell and tender meat."

The ingredients have been arranged.

Gu Mingli took out the book "I Became the Beloved Master of Three Thousand Disciples" and turned to the table of contents.

"Twelve pages. Arranged in ascending order of quality."

He picked up a charcoal pencil and drew a route on a piece of white paper.

Another spark from the oil lamp went off.

The brother and sister worked diligently until the wee hours of the morning, finally finalizing the twelve pages of the tattered scroll, the twelve clues, and the twelve hiding places.

……

The next morning.

Gu Mingli carried a cloth bundle and walked into the backyard of the charitable hall.

Yi Wu, holding a knife, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

Yi Shi squatted on the roof, chewing dry rations.

Gu Mingli cupped his hands in greeting and said solemnly, "My two brothers."

The two turned to look at him upon hearing the sound.

Gu Mingli was gentle and refined, with a humble smile.

"The imperial physicians say that Your Majesty's prolonged sitting is harmful to your health and blood circulation, and you urgently need to move your muscles and bones. As your subject, I am very concerned about this."

As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of slips of paper marked with hiding places from his pocket.

"I've designed an immersive game plan. I need your help to hide items in designated locations beforehand."

Yi Shi poked his head down from the roof, his eyes lighting up instantly.

"What game? How do you play it?"

Yi Wu stared coldly at Gu Mingli for three seconds.

"Since Lord Gu is so concerned, could it be that he has taken a liking to His Majesty?"

Gu Mingli: "..."

Forget that Yi Wu has a problem with his brain; you can't explain too much to him.

Gu Mingli coughed lightly and smiled very peacefully.

"It was simply 'accompanying His Majesty to experience folk games,' nothing more."

Yi Wu crossed his arms and snorted coldly.

"He's saying one thing but meaning another. This matter needs to be discussed with the master."

The two of them simultaneously pulled out small slips of paper and squatted down in the corner.

Yi Shi wrote with his charcoal pencil very quickly.

Before long, the two carrier pigeons fluttered away.

……

The study of the Prince of Qi's residence.

Two homing pigeons landed on the windowsill, one after the other.

Xiao Jue put down his teacup and opened the first sheet.

It was written by Yi Shi.

[The young master wishes to invite His Majesty for a romantic stroll through the capital under the moonlight. Is that permitted?]

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

Open the second sheet.

It was written by Yi Wu.

[Editor Gu covets His Majesty and desires to obtain it.]

Xiao Jue stared at the book title.

His face darkened.

"How dare you covet His Majesty! I'd like to see how you plan to obtain him!"

So he picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote only one word on the back of the slip of paper.

【allow.】

Putting down his pen, Xiao Jue stood up and straightened his robes.

"Prepare the horses. Proceed to the palace."

……