The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 66 Part 2

Qi Junmu smiled—yet at the words "the Empress," his eyes held no warmth at all. He said: "I only spoke a bit too freely because I did not want you to feel uneasy. But here, it is just the two of us. Let us speak of no one else."

Strangely enough, if Shen Nian were a woman, Qi Junmu could simply make her a consort and favor her as a matter of course.

Then neither the court nor the rear palace would have any grounds to object—not even the Empress could do anything but accept it with grace.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 387 Part 2

Zhao Ger motioned for Xiao Feng to follow inside, dug through a box under the bed, and handed him some watercolors.

The moment Xiao Feng saw the watercolors, all his sulking about being left behind vanished. He beamed. "Thank you, Uncle Zhao."

"Your Uncle Fang made extra last time. You should thank him."

Xiao Feng pouted. "Last night, he said he was going to—marry me off, to Wang Mazi, for two jin of rice. Uncle Fang is mean."

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 66 Part 1

Chapter 66

Qi Junmu's magnanimity and candor brought a faint flush of embarrassment to Shen Nian, who had clearly caught the implication beneath his words. A man who showed not a flicker of emotion on the battlefield now found his heart pounding like thunder at a single sentence.

 

It was the first time Shen Nian had ever experienced such a feeling—rather novel, in its own way.

Shen Nian gazed at Qi Junmu, ripples stirring in his eyes.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 387 Part 1

Chapter 387

In places like Beian, they hadn't found any limestone, so they couldn't build a cement factory—they'd have to ship it from down south. But the southern roads were under construction too, so cement supplies were likely insufficient. Fertilizer was the same—the stockpile from earlier production was still stacked in the warehouse. It looked much better now, with bags piled high, towering like a mountain. But no matter how much, it still wasn't enough. Each household needed three or four bags, and it wasn't just Anping County—there were neighboring counties, and beyond them, and up north in Beian too...

The soldiers carried orders to the factories again.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 65

Chapter 65 

A newly ascended emperor holding an extra imperial examination would demonstrate his eagerness to recruit worthy men and grant scholars across the realm another chance to enter court.

This had been a tradition in Da Qi since the time of Emperor Taizong, but during the reign of Emperor Jing, such additional examinations ceased.

When Emperor Jing first took the throne, someone proposed this very idea. Emperor Jing replied, "The court is already packed with officials. Why hold another examination? Even if we select talents, no one will vacate their seats for them."

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 386 Part 4

The deputy prefect wasn't stupid—he knew perfectly well that Fang Zichen was just using an excuse to line his own pockets.

But to speak so boldly—the previous prefect's fate was still fresh in everyone's mind as a warning, and Fang Zichen was daring to bend the rules while the man's body was barely cold. He wasn't foolish—he must have powerful backing. The deputy prefect understood: the previous prefect had been greedy, and this one was greedy too. But this one had more style. He knew how to put on a show!

A clean official wasn't necessarily a good official. A good official was one who let the people live in peace, eat their fill—and stuffed his own belly with fat while he was at it.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 64 Part 2

Qi Junmu was the Emperor—but he was also a man. These things were only natural.

It was simply that he had never known intimacy. In his previous life, his heart had been set on Wen Wan, and the most he had ever done was touch her hand. Since his rebirth, that side of him had lain dormant. And now, just as he and Shen Nian had spoken openly, he had dreamed of him...

If Ruan Jiqing hadn't knocked this morning to remind him of court, the dream would likely have continued.

Waking from such a dream always left a trace of regret—so much so that he had suddenly felt like playing truant.