Chapter 1: Shocking! Grandson Breaks into His Grandfathers Harem! (1/2)
Echoes of My Heart Throughout the Court
[Waking up at 3 a.m. to attend courtâthis garbage emperor has no humanity.]
Xu Yanmiao tucked a steamed bun into his chest, braced against the cold wind, and shuffled into the court hall. Finding a corner, he sat down and began nibbling on the bun while scrolling through the gossip provided by his system.
[The Provincial Investigating Commissioner has been fishing for fifteen days and hasnât caught a single fish! Hahaha, his fishing skills are beyond terrible!]
[The Minister of War hasnât bathed, changed clothes, or swapped his socks for seven days. Last night, his wife finally kicked him out of the bedroom. Honestly, itâs a miracle she tolerated it for seven daysâif it were me, I couldnât last a day.]
[Oh, oh, oh, the Minister of Ritesâ¦]
âAhem.â
Xu Yanmiao looked up and stood respectfully. âWhat can I do for you, Lord Zheng?â
The Minister of Rites, Zheng Peng, stroked his beard with a smile. âXu Lang, where did you buy that steamed bun? It smells delicious.â
âOh, this isâ¦â
After he explained, Zheng Peng shifted topics, asking if Xu Yanmiao hadnât slept well last nightâhe looked tired. Then came inquiries about whether his work was overwhelming, whether the cold weather and his thin attire indicated negligence by his household staffâ¦
From food and clothing to philosophy and poetry, the conversation dragged on until it was time for court. Only then did Zheng Peng stroke his beard again, chuckling as he bade farewell.
Xu Yanmiao sighed softly.
[So the Minister of Rites is a chatterbox? He talked so much I didnât even have time to check the gossip.]
[Whatever. Time for court.]
Looking ahead, Xu Yanmiao noticed Zheng Peng walking away, his steps unusually brisk, as though something good had happened. He also spotted⦠the Minister of War gazing at Zheng Peng with what could only be described as a resentful expression.
[Hmmâ]
[Could it be that the Minister of Rites and the Minister of War share a history of unspoken love? The âyou love me but I married someone else while you schemed to climb the ranks just to give me one sorrowful glanceâ kind of past?]
Thud!
The Minister of Rites tripped on his robe and fell flat on his face.
Xu Yanmiao quickly dismissed the wild thoughts in his head and joined the other officials in rushing to assist Zheng Peng. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the Minister of War standing conspicuously far away, as though deliberately avoiding the scene.
[Hmm, is this⦠to avoid suspicion? This feels like a âthereâs nothing here, reallyâ momentâ¦]
The Minister of War suddenly raised his voice. âLord Zheng, are you all right?â
Zheng Peng replied at once, âIâm fine, Brother Li, thank you for your concern!â
One smiled, and the other returned the smileâboth full of the polite insincerity typical of adults.@@novelbin@@
Xu Yanmiao took another bite of his bun, his eyes gleaming.
[This is unresolved tension! Unresolved tension!]
Forgive him; as someone doomed to face charges of cheating in the imperial exams and likely to lose his head at the execution ground, all he could do was pass the time indulging in gossip.
[See? I knew they had a scandalous history. One takes a fall, and the other canât resist showing concern!]
[Oh, oh! And now their smiles are stiffening. Is it because they realized theyâve accidentally exposed their feelings? Damage control in progress?]
As the Minister of War finished inquiring after Zheng Pengâs well-being and turned to stride decisively toward the door, Xu Yanmiao squinted through the crowd at his retreating figure, blinking.
[Weird. Why does it feel like the Minister of War is fleeing? Why is he wiping sweat?]
Of course, Xu Yanmiao never took his little mental dramas seriously. These musings were just his way of amusing himself on slow days.
[Could it beâ¦]
Several officials walking past Xu Yanmiao suddenly tensed.
[â¦that something major is about to happen in court?]
But no sooner had that thought crossed his mind than he heard several quiet sighs of relief around him. Xu Yanmiao stepped aside, confused.
Xu Yanmiao was a transmigrator.
A useless one, at thatâunskilled in farming or manual labor, unable to distinguish grains, and barely able to run a kilometer without gasping for breath.
As for the typical transmigrator toolkitâsmelting iron, crafting gunpowder, building with cement, inventing hot air balloons, or designing steam enginesâhe couldnât do any of that.
The only stroke of fortune was his system, though it wasnât particularly useful. It merely provided endless gossip. Still, a golden finger was better than none. Unfortunately, the system itselfâ¦
[Hello? System? Can you hear me?]
[Fzz⦠fzz⦠System malfunction⦠fzzâ¦]
It was yet another day when the system was out of order.
Shrugging it off, Xu Yanmiao straightened his official hat and followed at the end of the line to attend court.
His current body was seventeen years oldânot exactly a prodigy. Originally, he had participated in the imperial exams just to gain experience. However, a rare flood disaster struck, affecting more than ten provinces. The emperor, moved by compassion, granted all exam-takers the title of xiucai (scholar) and allowed them to advance to the provincial exam.
Xu Yanmiaoâs predecessor was one of them.
Since the pass rate for the provincial exam had been abysmally lowâbarely 10% over the past decadeâthe court had implemented a series of policies to support unsuccessful candidates. These included allowing them to retain their scholarly title, enroll at the Imperial Academy, and either retake the exams until they passed or wait for assignment opportunities, which might lead to governmental roles.
His predecessorâs luck had been extraordinary. Not long after entering the academy, he was plucked by the Ministry of Appointments to fill a vacancy, becoming a siwu (clerk of the ninth rank) in the Ministry of Personnel.
In essence, his duties involved filing documents, recording miscellaneous tasks, and distributing assignments to various departments.
[Someone like meâa low-ranking officialâwhy on earth did the Minister of Rites go out of his way to chat with me this morning?]