Chapter 564 - Pleasing Her Majesty (19)

Chapter 564: Pleasing Her Majesty (19)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
During the following time, Ming Shu began to pamper Junjue more and more unscrupulously. Sometimes she would even cancel the morning session.
The outside began to spread that she was fatuous and without principles. If it continued to develop like this, the imperial court which was originally not stable would probably embrace another bloodbath.
The ministers who supported Ming Shu were so worried that their hair even turned grey.

What is Her Majesty doing, alas, that Junjue… is a total disaster.


Alas, before Her Majesty was very close to Ning Furong and we couldn’t persuade her, now she’s changed another person.




Say something, Lord Zhou.

Everyone looked to Lord Zhou who was drinking the tea leisurely. At this time, he had the mood to drink tea?
Lord Zhou put down the teacup and said slowly,
What can I say? Her Majesty won’t listen to us, and we can’t make decisions for Her Majesty. So if I’ll say, ministers, just don’t be so worried.


How can we not worry?


Right, I can barely sleep everyday. Look at my hair, it’s half grey. I was entrusted by the former emperess to assist Her Majesty, if something bad really happens, how will face the former emperess down there?

Lord Zhou didn’t say anything else then. He had been doing some things for Ming Shu and knew what she had deployed. At present, she had almost replaced every necessary official posts.
Her Majesty…
She wasn’t as fatuous as she looked.
While dealing with them, she acted like she was casual and willful, and she would do whatever she wanted, but privately she dealt with the memorials and other affairs very well.
Perhaps Her Majesty wanted to puzzle those who had other evil thoughts in this way.


Lord Zhou found an excuse for Ming Shu. But actually Ming Shu behaved like this simply to gain Hatred Points from them.
In recent days, a huge accident happened in the capital city.
Infanta Ning’an died.
There’re different rumors about how she died. Some said she killed herself, some said she was killed by the enemy, while some said the gHost did it.
Infanta Ning’an’s death put Lord Pingrui into grief. He asked Ming Shu to find out the truth and do something for Infanta Ning’an.
Compared with those unreliable rumors outside, Ming Shu’s news was much more precise. Infanta Ning’an was murdered.
At that time, Infanta Ning’an had been locked in the Dali Temple, but she was poisoned to death in the end.
But what could Ming Shu do?
She didn’t know who the murdered was, so she could only turn Lord Pingrui away first with an excuse, then ordered the Dali Temple to look into the case.

What do you say, my love?
Ming Shu asked Junjue with her legs crossed, who was reviewing the memorials beside her.


Junjue answered,
Infanta Ning’an did offended a lot of people.

Ming Shu nodded her head thoughtfully.
So it’s a revenge? It shouldn’t be. She was already locked in the prison. Even if they wanted take a revenge, they should wait for her to come out.

Junjue put down the brush.
Infanta Ning’an has died. Who will benefit the most from it?


That’s hard to say. After all there’re more than one group of people wanting to rebel now.
Ming Shu curled a faint smile at her mouth.
Which side would the Lord Pingru choose?

Lord Pingru hadn’t been in the focus of power for some years, but he was at least the brave and battlewise lord of Purple Moon Nation in those days. He still controlled part of the military strength in his hands.
Plus his prestigious reputation, it would be very helpful to win him over.
Junjue:
…
It turns out you know there’re more than one group of people! I thought you didn’t know!

Your Majesty, you should comfort Lord Pingru right now and try to win him on your side.

Ming Shu was curious.
Do you think Lord Pingru wants to rebel or not?

Junjue was speechless. WTH? Does she think there’re not enough people in the rebelling group and want to add more?


She really isn’t afraid of losing the throne.

Your Majesty, if you behave willfully two more time, perhaps Lord Pingru will rebel even if he doesn’t want to.
Junjue couldn’t help but diss her.
Ming Shu blinked and smiled innocently.
I’m really expecting that.


…


Alas, I’m so hungry.
Thinking costs a lot of strength, so I need something to back up my brain.
Ming Shu got up and swayed out of the room. Junjue wished he could smash her to death with the momorial. She didn’t even get a little nervous at this time.
What happened to her awareness of being an emperess!
What kind of emperor is she!
You’d better just go to hell!
Why do I have to review the memorials for her? I’m a conquered emperor of last dynasty!


I quit!
Junjue pushed away all the memorials on the desk and sat on the dragon chair angrily. But after sitting for a while, he took back the memorials again and continued to review them with no complaints.
I pity her and show my kindness to the villain psychopath. But I’m not doing this because of anything else.
Ming Shu totally ignored Lord Pingru then. She just watched him try to get the attention quietly, yet responded with nothing.
Lord Pingru was agitated to lose his temper twice, then he didn’t come to the royal palace again.
Then not a few days later, Ning Furong found out the murderer that killed Infanta Ning’an.
So at Ning Furong’s wedding banquet, Lord Pingru sent a precious gift to her. After that, the two didn’t develop a close friendship between each other, but their relationship became much better than before.
In October.
The hot weather suddenly cooled down and the endless rain occupied the entire capital city, feeling a chill in the air.
Shortly after that, the news of the flood drowning the South was spread. Countless people were displaced and it had produced numerous refugees. Even the feudal officials at some places were flooded.
This could be counted as the biggest flood in history.
Ming Shu discussed with the ministers in the throne room about the matter of relieving the people in disaster all day long. There seemed to have no other way to stop the flood, so they could only choose to send someone there to settle the people.
So sending whom became an issue now.
Relieving the disaster was a plum job, and many people wanted to take it. There might have some opportunities to corrupt the relief money in this.
But they didn’t intend to show that they were very itchy for it, so they prepared redundant arguments to persuade the others and Ming Shu.
In the imperial court it was like a fight everyday.

Since so many people want to do this job, let’s just draw lots.
The fatuous Empress Ming Shu came up with a new trick.
The ministers:
…


Anyone who wants to corrupt some money…
Ming Shu coughed and then smiled seriously.
Sorry, that’s a slip of the tongue. Now, anyone who wants to share my cares and burdens about the country, please come in the middle.

Slip of your hell!
How the hell could you just speak it out!
One of the ministers stood out to scold Ming Shu.
Your Majesty, it’s serious state affairs, how can you be so unserious!


If you don’t want to go, just stand by and don’t hinder others. You must be hiding some concealed intentions!
Ming Shu said slowly.
The minister with concealed intentions changed his expression.

Prime Minister, won’t you persuade Her Majesty?

Ning Furong put on airs as she was the superior prime minister, and usually she wouldn’t speak until it came to a key point.
Now being named by the minister, Ning Furong stood out.
Your Majesty, relieving disaster is not a trivial matter and not everyone is competent. Please think twice.

The ministers below also shouted at the same time.
Your Majesty, please think twice.


I’ve thought twice already. Don’t you all want to go? I’m doing this for your good, see? The opportunity is equal and we won’t cheat. Whoever draws the chosen lot will take the mission. It’s fair enough. What else are you dissatisfied with then?


…

Why is it so tiring to have the morning session with Her Majesty!
As Ming Shu finished her sentence, some ministers took a few steps back silently, especially Lord Zhou. Those who were on Lord Zhou’s side also hurriedly retreated.
Ming Shu patted on the desk.
Okay okay, my beloved concubine is still waiting for me. Lianxin, make them draw the lots quickly, and go home after it’s done. Don’t yell around at my place, I won’t provide breakfast.