< Today's first update! >
Tang Yuan was a little scared. His grandfather had sent him to the door, and then went back. So, he was left alone to face the Emperor. He was feeling a little apprehensive.
"Stand up. Servants, give him a seat." His Majesty couldn't help but chuckle when he saw his embarrassed appearance. He then waved his hand in a friendly manner.
"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty." Tang Yuan propped himself up with his chubby hands, wiped his sweat, and carefully sat down.
But the eunuch had brought a small armchair. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not. Of course, an average person with a normal stature would be able to easily sit inside. In fact, they might even be quite wealthy. However, Fatty Tang was barely able to sit inside.
Fatty Tang kept in mind his grandfather's teachings. If he were to be given a seat in front of His Majesty, he mustn't sit in an ostentatious manner. Only half of his buttocks should be enough. But now, Fatty Tang wanted to sit in half of his buttocks. But the problem was that this armchair couldn't even fit half of his buttocks. This thing was too small. No wonder other people could only sit in half of their buttocks.
He finally managed to squeeze half of his buttocks into the armchair. The armchair was full, and his fat was overflowing.
"Ha ha …" the Emperor couldn't help but laugh out loud. Tang Yuan laughed hollowly. He could feel sweat seeping out of his forehead.
"Tang Yuan, I heard that you're the manager of the Aristocratic Hall?" the Emperor stopped laughing, and asked in a seemingly unintentional manner. In the depths of his eyes, a cold light silently flashed.
"Yes … Your Majesty … this humble subject … I …" Fatty Tang was sweating profusely. He stammered, but couldn't speak. He wanted to call himself a 'little official', but then he thought that it was not appropriate. He did not have an official position. He wanted to call himself a 'commoner', but he was not one. He wanted to call himself 'I', but that was the tone of the martial world. If he called himself 'I', it would be too disrespectful …
He choked for a moment.
"It's fine. Just do whatever you want." The Emperor spoke in a gentle manner, "Tang Yuan, can you tell me who came up with such a good idea during the Aristocratic Hall's auction?"
"This … that … Your Majesty, heh heh, it's like this …" Fatty suddenly thought of something. F * ck, no wonder Big Boss kept reminding me so solemnly. It turns out that it's actually this big boss. You should know, Big Boss is really smart …
"Actually, back then, it was because I, ahem, was relatively young and ignorant. I made a mistake and was kicked out of the house by my grandfather. At that time … I was thinking that I must do something to show the old man that his decision to kick me out of the family was wrong. " Tang Yuan scratched his head in embarrassment. "But I don't know anything. I'm just interested in making money …"
"You're saying … this idea was actually your idea?" His Majesty the Emperor's expression darkened. Suddenly, a heavy pressure pressed down on Tang Yuan without a word.
This was not the aura of a Xuan Qi expert, but the pure might of an emperor!
Even Jun Mo Xie or the Eight Great Masters wouldn't be able to imitate such a thing!
"Yes! Your Majesty … this isn't a big deal. It's just a small business, that's all. " Tang Yuan's clothes were drenched in sweat. He felt as if his entire body was burning up. However, he was able to endure it with his red lips and white teeth.
The Emperor stared at him, and didn't speak for a long time. He gently tapped his fingers on the Dragon Throne, and issued a crisp 'dong dong' sound. This sound was exceptionally clear in the silence of the Great Hall. Tang Yuan felt as if each tap was on his heart. His heart started to beat like a drum. He felt his entire body break out in cold sweat, and his body went limp. [Hold on, I must hold on …]
"Nothing? Just a small business? Tang Yuan, do you know your crime? " His Majesty narrowed his eyes, leaving only a small gap. He observed Fatty Tang's complexion.
"This little … this little one is guilty. I don't know where this little one has made a mistake … please, please enlighten me …" Tang Yuan became even more nervous. He didn't know how to address himself. Suddenly, he remembered that he had visited a brothel. He thought about it for a moment, and felt that it was appropriate to use it in this situation. So, he said it out loud.
However, in his panic, he only knew how to copy the original version. He even called himself 'Great Master'. His tone was even better. When a brothel's servant spoke to a customer, he would rush to admit that he was wrong, regardless of whether he was wrong or not. His attitude was very good.
Now, Fatty had become a big teapot and a pimp. And His Majesty had become a customer in a muddle-headed manner …
"How are you guilty? Your auction has turned the entire capital city into a mess! "The Emperor snorted and continued to exert pressure on the crowd. His Majesty was an honorable person. How would he know that he had somehow become a … uh, a great master?
"This lowly one … didn't think too much at that time. I just wanted to earn some money from you. Cough, cough. I just wanted to earn some money from you. That's all. This lowly one definitely didn't force you to buy or sell. It was absolutely consensual …" Tang Yuan's sweat dripped down in a straight line.
Gentlemen …
Hmm, the moment these words came out, the Emperor instantly became one of the common patrons of the brothel. Furthermore, among these patrons, there were three of his own sons … As for the fatty, he was muddle-headed and naturally did not know that he had brought the relationship between the four of them a step closer.
"Let's not talk about anything else. Just the word 'nobility' that you mentioned has already provoked the desire of the rich in the capital to compete with each other. This has become increasingly serious. In recent days, the prices of goods in the capital have been rising rapidly. Because you have only sent one invitation to each industry, but clearly stated that only those who receive the invitation are nobles. This has greatly provoked internal disputes within the industry, and led to personal grievances. Now, the salt merchants, cloth merchants … all industries in Fragrant Sky City are fighting openly and covertly. There have even been a few cases of bloodshed! Third, you have also provoked political instability … "His Majesty naturally couldn't say the last point clearly. But, just mentioning it had already scared Tang Yuan quite a bit.
[It turns out that Boss has such a great plan and a back-up plan! This is really … my idol! And here I thought it was only for money … I'm so stupid. My level is still not high enough. Otherwise, I wouldn't have shown my face in public, and charged into the enemy lines while Boss sat quietly in the back. This is what it means to be a real strategist … that's a thousand miles away.]
His Majesty saw the perplexed look on Tang Yuan's face, and was even more certain that this matter wasn't his idea. At least, it wasn't his mastermind. He slowly stood up from his throne, and leisurely took two steps forward. Then, he stood three feet in front of Tang Yuan with his hands clasped behind his back. "Tang Yuan, you are the grandson of the brave and loyal Marquis. Even if you are a debauchee, and even if you are ignorant and incompetent, you will still be able to enjoy a life of glory and splendor in the future. Why do you want to stand up for others, and ruin the bright future of your Tang family? Do you think that this is worth it? "
A psychological attack! It was a blatant psychological attack!
No descendant of any family would be able to remain calm in the face of such a threat. His Majesty the Emperor was certain of this. Therefore, his eyes were fixed on Tang Yuan's face as soon as he had spoken these words.
However, the Emperor couldn't have imagined that Jun Mo Xie had already rehearsed this speech several times in front of Fatty Tang. Jun Mo Xie didn't have the aura of an Emperor, but his murderous aura was superior. A mere aura of an Emperor couldn't do anything to Fatty.
In fact, Fatty Tang's temperament wouldn't have been able to deal with the old fox's tricks if the Emperor had only been making small talk. Sooner or later, he would've given himself away. And, Fatty wouldn't have been able to withstand it even if he had been prepared.
However, there were still nearly a thousand people waiting in the Aromatic Palace. Therefore, the Emperor had turned to this direction in order to end the fight quickly. And, he had fallen right into Jun Mo Xie's trap.
For Tang Yuan, this problem could be compared to the following: A high school student, who was at the bottom of the class and basically didn't know anything, was given a set of test papers on the eve of the college entrance examination, and was forced to memorize them. Only on the day of the college entrance examination did he discover that it was actually the college entrance examination questions, and it was a complete set …
[Eldest Brother is very clever!] Tang Yuan's heart was filled with admiration.
[Take this!]
"Your Majesty, you may not know this, but this lowly one will tell you everything. This lowly one was chased out of the house by my family's ancestor, and this lowly one deserved it. There's nothing much to say, but at that time, this lowly one was beaten black and blue by the family's laws. I couldn't even move, and was even forced out of the house. I didn't bring any money with me. At that time, my good brother, the Jun Family's Third Young Master, Jun Mo Xie, appeared. It was he who saved me from danger, rescued me from my predicament, and brought me back to the Jun Family to recuperate. This kindness …" Fatty's face was full of emotions, and his face was full of emotion.
"You mean to say that this idea came from the Jun Family's Third Young Master?" His Majesty was a little angry. [This Fatty is talking nonsense. Why is he so annoying?]
"Your Majesty, you've misunderstood. Please listen to what I have to say. That day when I entered the Jun Family, my good brother treated me with great hospitality. His clothing, food, lodging, and transportation were all meticulously taken care of. Tang Yuan may be a debauchee, but he doesn't have any strong points. But, he knows how to repay kindness. But, he's living under someone else's roof. So, how can he talk about repayment? I think that I'm only a little bit better than others in terms of business. So, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
What do you two have in common? Debauchee? Prodigal? Disappointing? What else?
"Your Majesty must know that the rumors in the marketplace say that Brother Jun and I are the number one and number two debauchee of Tian Xiang City. This lowly one found a glimmer of inspiration. I recalled the illustrious years of the past. I didn't know the value of money. So, I recklessly squandered it. And, I would recklessly compete with people for worthless things. And, I would spend a lot of money in one go. Moreover, there are many people like me and Third Young Master in the Capital. So, it would be appropriate to call them 'aristocrats'. So, how can we be debauchees if we aren't aristocrats? This can be regarded as a way to make money. In any case, these people don't take money seriously … "
"It's quite a coincidence that this lowly one got to know the world's number one wine expert, Song Shang. And, I got his approval. And, the Aristocratic Hall got his secret wine. And, these coincidences have led to today's situation. If Your Majesty has any questions … then, Tang Yuan is willing to answer them one by one!" Fatty spoke in one breath. He didn't know whether it was because he had spoken smoothly, or because the Emperor's attitude had already been predicted by the Young Master Jun. However, Fatty wasn't as scared as he had been before.
So, how could the Emperor be willing to let go of this matter so easily? So, he asked every question in detail.
Fatty already had a plan in his mind. So, he didn't panic in the slightest. Instead, he answered the questions fluently. Every reason he gave was reasonable, and impeccable. Fatty talked about the heartache of being expelled from his family. So, he passionately acted in accordance with Director Jun's brilliant script. Then, he started to bawl and weep.
[A pile of fat, sweaty, and tearful wails in front of me … what kind of feeling is this?]
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