The Imperial Tutor's Instructions - Chapter 2

The rain pit-pattered throughout the entire night. The following day, the weather cleared beautifully, leaving the vast sky completely stripped of clouds. As the first faint glimmer of dawn expanded its golden reach, it cast a shimmering border across one corner of the palace’s wooden doors. The weeping begonias, newly washed by the rain, bloomed with an even more delicate, stunning brilliance.

Palace attendants carrying copper basins and grooming necessities stood waiting just outside the threshold of the main hall, the morning so quiet that only the distant chirping of birds and the gentle rustle of the wind could be heard.

A set of heavy curtains embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns hung before the bed, completely veiling the figure resting within. Upon the red sandalwood imperial bed, intricate motifs of golden dragons soaring through the clouds were meticulously carved. Not far away, a porcelain vase displaying soft pink and white blossoms sat upon a display rack, a scattering of fallen petals gracing the polished wood beneath it.

Song Nanqing let out a soft huff and resolutely turned his head away, completely ignoring Shen Heng, who had just accepted his imperial garments from an attendant.

The day before, General He Yong had returned to the capital in absolute triumph after securing a decisive victory against the coastal pirates. Leveraging the excuse that the Regent Prince was a fraction tipsy from the celebratory banquet and would find traveling back to his own manor inconvenient, Song Nanqing had kept him in the palace overnight. Shen Heng maintained his regular living quarters inside the palace complex, located quite close to the Palace of Heavenly Purity. However, regarding which specific bed his body ultimately occupied by the end of the night, absolutely no outsider could verify.

Initially, this sleeping arrangement had been engineered simply because the emperor was far too young and required close supervision. He had been profoundly dependent on Shen Heng, harboring a severe dread of sleeping alone for fear of assassination. After all, when a youth rules, the foundations of the state are inevitably shaken by doubt, leaving his early years on the throne as precarious as walking on thin ice. Back then, every faction harbored an intense desire to seize the imperial throne, and absolutely no one calculated that Song Nanqing could preserve his seat for long. The court was merely waiting to see precisely when Shen Heng would choose to step forward and replace him.

Shen Heng casually lifted one corner of the silk quilt, his long fingers stepping forward to unfasten the boy’s sleeping robes without a single trace of an altered expression. “What specific reason justifies flaring with a petulant tantrum once more? This morning’s formal court robes were tailored explicitly to your personal specifications.”

Not far away, a red gauze robe draped over the display rack cascaded downward like a magnificent mist, its neckline and sleeve cuffs elegantly adjoined by a pure black trim. Affixed to the collar was a white silk square-heart curved collar, with a ceremonial gold-and-jade belt suspended directly beside the layout, projecting an exceptionally proper, dignified, and regal appearance.

Lately, Song Nanqing’s height metrics had been accelerating rapidly, rendering his current sleeping garments a fraction too short to properly mask his upper thighs. The exact split second the man unfastened the absolute final button at the hem, a highly visible physical reaction between the boy’s thighs was laid bare. Song Nanqing casually tugged the edge of his robe downward, his dark brows knitting slightly as his mouth voiced a petulant murmur. “It is exceptionally uncomfortable. This crisis is entirely your fault.”

The young emperor pouted his mouth, his clear eyes glaring fixedly straight toward the man’s face as if his petulant anger carried an absolute layer of deep, unspoken passion. His pristine jade-white thighs instinctively compressed together. Shen Heng’s long fingers casually lifted the edge of the sleeping robe to execute a swift glance, his mind achieving absolute clarity regarding the parameters.

The heavy bed curtains, which had previously been half-hooked to the side, were systematically released to blanket the layout completely.

With his porcelain-white thighs completely bared to the open air, the pristine, tender skin looked exceptionally dazzling to a person’s eyes. His sleeping robes were pushed open across the two sides, making the prominent physical reaction rising from his center completely impossible to ignore.

Song Nanqing delivered his verbal syllables with an absolute trace of embarrassment. “Who precisely instructed your hand to completely refrain from assisting my person during the evening hours? My voice explicitly stated that the medicinal soup asset was thoroughly useless under the parameters, yet arriving at the current hour, my body continuously endures this exact same crisis. Could it mean my system will permanently fail to recover from this discomfort in the future?”

The pure white color of his sleeping robes made his soft lips appear remarkably crimson, his slightly pouted lips looking thoroughly full of flesh. The aggrieved expression anchoring his features lent a highly unique trace of an alluring, pampered indulgence to his profile. He hoisted his foot forward to forcefully press his sole flat against Shen Heng’s knee, widening his dark eyes to unleash a silent wave of intense condemnation, exactly as if this entire crisis constituted nothing but Shen Heng’s absolute error.

Trapped within the heavy canopy of the bed curtains, an outsider could unique catch a highly blurry silhouette of the figures residing inside, completely unable to distinguish a single syllable filtering past the fabric. Embedded directly beneath the thick contours of the beautifully embroidered silk quilt, Song Nanqing continuously rubbed his frame against Shen Heng’s body to approach his proximity, unique to be firmly captured across his soft thigh by a single large hand to halt his displacements.

The immense strength anchoring the man’s long fingers almost caused his hand to sink straight into the center of the translucent, jade-white flesh, leaving a highly visible series of faint crimson finger marks branded across the skin of Song Nanqing’s inner thigh.

“It hurts!” He compressed his lips slightly to release an aggrieved, petulant whine, deliberately amplifying a single fraction of minor discomfort into a highly dramatic display of agonizing pain. His fingers extended forward to pry the man’s tight grip off his flesh, while his mouth dropped its voice to whisper a soft complaint. “Do every single one of you military veterans who have commanded battlefield campaigns harbor an absolute fondness for weaponizing brute force?”

“Who else fits that description?” Shen Heng asked, his voice flat as he completely refrained from denying the underlying metric.

Song Nanqing pouted his cheeks unsteadily. “Xizhi, of course! Yesterday when his hand was actively attempting to capture a fish inside the Imperial Garden layout, his fingers almost forcefully squeezed the life straight out of the animal.”

The gaze anchoring Shen Heng’s deep eyes shifted across a sudden wave of unaligned brightness and dark shadows.

Song Nanqing possessed an absolute comprehension verifying that the man harbored a severe lack of fondness regarding any close interaction established between his imperial person and He Xizhi. Operating as the young heir to the Marquis of Zhenyuan, the youth securely constituted a highly rare, unparalleled strategic military talent within the ranks of the current army, a massive volume of court officials openly praising his profile for commanding the exact same magnificent aura Shen Heng had projected during his youth. General He Yong, the veteran commander whose brilliant triumph against the coastal pirates had been celebrated at yesterday’s banquet, was explicitly his biological father. Throughout the active military campaign, the young heir had tracked closely beside his father’s trail to participate within the battles, executing a highly critical role to facilitate the victory.

Inspecting the faint crimson marks gracing his fair skin, Song Nanqing lowered his beautiful face to position his lips directly beside Shen Heng’s ear cavity, whispering a sequence of soft syllables as a deep crimson flush thoroughly blanketed the rims of his ears.

“Your Majesty, does your consciousness calculate that an emperor is genuinely permitted to deliver this specific category of request straight to his Master’s ears?” Shen Heng’s physical body was already impeccably dressed in his formal attire. Hearing the soft syllables filtering past his ear cavity, the muscles anchoring his fingers tightened violently, the green sandalwood Buddhist prayer beads suspended across his long wrist sliding downward in tandem alongside the displacement to execute a casual touch across the smooth skin of Song Nanqing’s thigh.

Grasping the absolute wave of stern reprimand half-concealed within the man’s deep tone, Song Nanqing quickly delivered a gentle shake of his head to gracefully retreat from the line, lowering his dark eyelashes to blink unsteadily, closely mirroring a small child who had unique executed an absolute error.

The surrounding atmosphere fell into a brief state of absolute quiet before Shen Heng intentionally softened the pacing of his voice. “Your person has officially transitioned into a grown youth, managing a physical reaction of this category first thing in the morning is an exceptionally natural, logical biological metric, it constitutes absolutely no relation to the drug potency.”

Shen Heng unraveled a sudden realization verifying that regarding this specific facet of maturation, the child his large hands had personally raised and educated had been systematically neglected by his past guidance. He let out a soft, low sigh. “The morning court session requires your personal attendance. If your body continuously endures a highly severe layer of agonizing discomfort, focus your mental concentration to recite the Heart-Cleansing Incantation.”

Song Nanqing stubbornly preserved a position where his head was turned completely toward the side layout. Shen Heng tilted his broad upper body forward to approach his position, catching sight of the absolute reality verifying that the boy persistently maintained a highly cold wall of silent detachment. Removing the green sandalwood prayer bead string from his long wrist to cradle the tool within his palm, he used the chilled surface of the beads to gently stroke the boy’s soft cheek, dropping his voice to a low murmur to coax his frame. “All right, if my person can secure a convenient window of absolute leisure during the evening hours, I will assist your frame to process the logistics, all right?”

Securing this definitive verbal assurance, the frost and ice trapping Song Nanqing’s beautiful face finally melted away into an absolute wave of deep joy. He took the absolute initiative to snatch the Buddhist prayer bead string straight out of the man’s long fingers, looping the tool securely across his own wrist as he desperately forced the rising corners of his lips flat. “This statement was explicitly delivered straight from your own mouth.”

The hem of his sleeping garments was smoothly brushed aside by Shen Heng’s long fingers. The exact split second his long legs prepared to slide straight past the interior of his inner trousers, the man’s dark eyes were instinctively drawn to inspect a highly visible, vermilion-colored birthmark branded across the absolute root of Song Nanqing’s thigh. The marking personified the exact shape of a magnificent, blooming flower, resting flat along his inner thigh to ensure the display was systematically laid bare the exact split second his legs were spread apart. This marking constituted his natural birthmark, yet it simultaneously personified an absolute curse branded across his physical flesh.

Back during the exact historical timeframe when Song Nanqing was initially born into the world, the dynastic foundations of the realm were thoroughly shaking amidst a brutal war campaign. The reigning emperor had personally led the vanguard into battle, forcefully severing the enemy commander’s head from his shoulders. Despite having his skull completely detached from his neck panel, that dying commander had managed to eject a final column of hot blood straight past the open air to splash flat across the emperor’s face. Before his eyes rolled backward in death, he glared with an absolute wave of furious rage, unleashing a dying curse claiming that across his subsequent incarnation, his soul would look to transform into a malicious vengeful ghost to permanently rob the Great Sheng Dynasty of basic peace and security.

During that exact juncture, Noble Consort Jia successfully gave birth to a young imperial prince, striking an absolute wave of thunderous morale straight through the ranks of the military. However, absolutely no corporate citizen possessed a baseline metric to comprehend the severe wave of absolute loathing and deep disgust playing across the old emperor’s face the exact second his eyes inspected the birthmark resting between the infant’s thighs. That vermilion-colored flower marking personified the exact identical shape of the blood splatter that had forcefully doused his facial features on the battlefield, a traumatic memory his soul was completely incapable of erasing throughout his remaining life. Due to the critical parameters governing military morale and public sentiment, the court unique broadcasted a deceptive metric claiming that the newborn prince commanded an exceptionally frail constitution, instructing the servants to place his existence along a distant layout to manage his survival, while the emperor’s presence systematically drifted further away from Noble Consort Jia.

Song Nanqing had continuously managed his survival within a desolate compound that commandingly mirrored nothing but an absolute cold palace layout straight until reaching his sixth year of age, sampling every single layer of human cruelty and domestic neglect, a trajectory that systematically forced his character to cultivate a highly smooth, calculating, and adaptive style. It was unique when the old emperor ultimately passed away that this young general named Shen Heng, who had been officially invested with the supreme title of Regent Prince, led a massive army contingent to completely encircle the imperial palace perimeter until the compound was as airtight as an iron bucket. Every single subsequent metric unraveled exactly like a highly magnificent scene playing inside a beautiful dream.

However, those early childhood memory logs had transpired far too long ago, leaving his mind unique capable of capturing several scattered, fragmented shadows. Yet regarding the absolute secrets governing his personal anatomy, his consciousness had consistently possessed a vague, intuitive comprehension verifying that this specific birthmark did not belong to a benign category. Before her biological passing, every single instance his mother raised the metric, the expression anchoring her visage was thoroughly packed with a wave of deep guilt and absolute helplessness.

Song Nanqing collected the inner trousers straight from the man’s long fingers to manage the wearing logistics independently, smoothly masking that magnificent flower marking beneath the thick contours of the fabric. However, confronting the absolute maze of scattered, tangled drawstrings gracing the garment, his long fingers were thoroughly trapped within an absolute loss of tactical competence. Extending his long legs straight toward Shen Heng’s position, his knees executed a gentle upward and downward shaking motion.

“My fingers possess absolutely no comprehension regarding how to loop the drawstrings,” he delivered his verbal prompt straight toward Shen Heng’s face along a highly proper, unbothered cadence.

Those long, remarkably flexible fingers smoothly guided their path past every single strand of the drawing bands, systematically anchoring the garments flat across his skin along an exceptionally slow, deliberate cadence. The Supreme Master of the realm preserved a thoroughly serious, focused, and proper countenance even while assisting a resident to manage his dressing logistics, looking exactly as if his brilliant mind were actively analyzing an exceptionally profound field of scholarly research.

“Your hand has unique coordinated the independent wearing of garments across a meager handful of sessions throughout your history, your four limbs are thoroughly unaccustomed to physical labor,” Shen Heng stated flatly after completing the drawstrings, casting a swift glance to inspect the young emperor who was currently leaning lazily toward the side panel from an absolute wave of lingering drowsiness, before lifting his long arm to forcefully pull the heavy bed curtains open.

Song Nanqing managed his washing routines and donned his formal outer court robes under the meticulous care of the palace servants, while simultaneously directing his verbal syllables straight toward Shen Heng’s face. “The absolute reality verifying that the Imperial We refrains from completely failing to distinguish the five basic grains across our agricultural sectors is already an exceptionally excellent metric!”

The scattered trails of early morning sunlight filtered through the lattice window units to illuminate the room. The young boy’s fine, flawless skin looked exceptionally translucent under the golden glare, to the point where even the tiny, soft peach fuzz hairs lining his cheeks were thoroughly visible to a person’s eyes. His long, smooth dark hair cascaded down his back panel, and having been thoroughly smoothed by the fine comb brush, the texture closely mirrored an absolute masterpiece of top-grade silk fabric, a single glance securely verifying that every single metric from his head down to his toes had been raised within an absolute pinnacle of luxurious care.

Before officially ascending to the station of Emperor, his physical status had explicitly failed to personify this current blemishless parameter. Let alone managing the simple wearing of clothing, his long fingers had even independently handled the fine needlework to sew garments together along his past history. Had his mind completely failed to distinguish the five basic grains across the agricultural sectors, how exactly could his existence have successfully managed to survive alongside his biological mother during those grim durations when the Imperial Kitchen complex commandingly refused to deliver their daily culinary assets? Shen Heng had explicitly witnessed his disheveled status during that past history, unique arriving at the current hour, their two minds preserved an absolute, unspoken consensus to permanently refrain from raising the memory logs ever again.

The grand imperial court crown was smoothly secured over his head canopy. Just as his long legs prepared to step past the threshold to march outside, Shen Heng’s deep voice filtered past his ear cavity from behind. “Establish an absolute layer of physical distance separating your person from the He family’s proximity. Do your thoughts genuinely calculate that Jia Liang systematically threw his long-standing patience completely to the wind yesterday morning without an underlying tactical cause?”

The pacing of his steps halted for a brief split second. Song Nanqing cleared his stride straight past the heavy door threshold, marching forward along a highly majestic, rapid cadence toward the exact direction where the brilliant morning sun was actively rising across the horizon.

Deep inside the Hall of State Affairs, eight massive columns wrapped in glistening, gilded coiled dragons extended straight up toward the absolute pinnacle of the roof beams. Sitting securely atop the elevated layout of the golden staircase steps, Song Nanqing was dressed in his immaculate, formal court attire to occupy the expansive dragon throne, a magnificent cloud-scrolling crown secured over his head canopy. His long, dark hair was elegantly bound up, his posture impeccably poised as his dark eyes looked down over the assembly from an absolute height. The exact split second his person accepted the formal kowtow greetings delivered from the corporate body of officials, his silhouette naturally exuded a highly distinct, commanding trace of absolute sovereign majesty.

Residing beneath the elevated dais, the hundred civil and military officials were neatly aligned across their respective ranks. Shen Heng was dressed in his imperial-bestowed python robe to stand securely at the absolute front layout of the assembly. Directly adjacent to his position stood the Head of the Grand Secretariat, Jia Liang, who continuously preserved an exceptionally robust vitality and sharp focus despite having already crossed past his fifth year of age.

“Your Majesty, General He Yong has officially executed a triumphant return from his military campaign, successfully capturing the primary leader of the coastal pirates under his hold, permanently resolving the severe border crisis where those eastern marauders ruthlessly disrupted the peace of our dynastic subjects. This dynamic securely constitutes an absolute masterpiece of profound military merit, and your subject calculates that the court must coordinate a highly lavish wave of formal rewards to honor his triumph.” Jia Liang stepped forward to clasp his hands together, taking the absolute initiative to launch the primary verbal presentation before the assembly.

Song Nanqing permanently preserved an absolute wall of silent detachment, his long fingers casually handling the Buddhist prayer bead string looped across his wrist.

Right at this precise juncture, censor Wang Qian interceded to voice his perspective along a tone that carried a highly visible trace of absolute non-approval. “The underlying reality verifying that General He Yong successfully captured the pirate leader under his hold does indeed constitute a valid merit under our parameters, unique for the tactical maneuvers weaponized to secure the capture to explicitly completely fail to align alongside our traditional rules of decorum, his moral conduct sustaining a highly visible blemish. If the court chooses to coordinate a lavish wave of rewards to honor General He Yong, would that dynamic not directly signify our administration places an absolute stamp of approval over maneuvers of this category? Your subject calculates that the proposal fails to pass the baseline metrics of appropriateness.”

Song Nanqing unraveled a sudden flash of absolute interest. Shifting his gaze straight past the copper beast-head censer unit to look toward the censor’s position, his mouth voiced a query. “Oh? The tactical maneuvers weaponized to secure the capture sustained a highly visible blemish regarding basic moral conduct? Let your voice deliver the precise details straight to the Imperial Our eyes to clear the parameters.”

The young emperor occupying the dragon throne appeared on the surface as if his mind harbored absolutely no interest regarding the core administrative affairs of the state machinery, yet his focus turned exceptionally enthusiastic the exact split second a trace of spicy court gossip surfaced across the layout. Censor Wang exchanged a rapid, stealthy glance alongside Jia Liang’s position before continuing. “Your subject has harvested a line of intelligence claiming that General He Yong personally led his subordinate officers to forcefully capture the biological wife of that pirate leader to weaponize her frame as an absolute strategic bargaining chip. Simply to ensure his precious wife failed to endure a severe layer of absolute humiliation and physical abuse under their hold, the enemy commander was forced to commandingly surrender his entire military forces down the ranks. That pirate leader explicitly personified a highly righteous individual who harbored an intense depth of pure romantic affection, across those eastern border sectors, the tale documenting how the romantic bonds linking those two lovers remained as unyielding as solid gold had long since transitioned into a highly beautiful legend. Conversely, evaluating the tactical parameters General He Yong chose to employ to manage his military campaign, leveraging a resident’s wife as an absolute tool of coercion genuinely fails to constitute the behavior of a proper gentleman, and your subject calculates that the court must completely refrain from launching a massive, public wave of grand rewards to honor his profile.”

“Your subject constitutes nothing but a simple, unrefined military veteran. Operating across the brutal parameters of a blood-filled battlefield, my mind unique processes the absolute metrics governing victory or defeat, completely lacking the luxury to evaluate the internal romantic parameters anchoring the enemy commander’s household. My profile, He Yong, unique sought to dedicate my entire physical vitality to faithfully serve the imperial court, completely refraining from demanding a single shred of formal rewards from the throne.” General He Yong’s gaze looked exceptionally upright and clear, his deep voice carrying a highly solemn, serious cadence as he completely refrained from executing a single frantic wave of self-defense for his own sake.

The Vice Minister of the Ministry of War stepped forward to contribute his counsel. “Your Majesty, your subject has conducted a meticulous study targeting the strategic style and command habits anchoring that pirate leader’s history. Evaluating his management of troop movements and combat planning, his mind explicitly commands an exceptional trace of fierce courage and brilliant intellect. Arriving at the current hour when his person has led his entire remaining subordinate forces to coordinate an absolute surrender, perhaps his strategic talents can be systematically repurposed to serve our own military goals.”

An alternate corporate official standing within the lower hall interceded to launch an absolute counter-stance. “Could it mean the Ministry of War currently encounters an absolute deficit regarding its capacity to recruit fresh soldiers past the threshold, or does your branch lack the financial capital to purchase fresh horses across the sectors? A cheap, unprincipled coward who chose to bend his knees to execute an absolute surrender under pressure is an asset that must permanently, completely refrain from being repurposed to serve our ranks, an official who harbors a dual allegiance inside his heart will invariably personify a highly dangerous, hidden crisis for the administration.”

The various factions delivered their respective arguments one after another, twisting the layout into an absolute maze of continuous shouting and intense debate. Song Nanqing casually handled the Buddhist prayer bead string while quietly reciting several bars of the Heart-Cleansing Incantation, yet his system continuously experienced a wave of absolute irritation. Shifting his physical posture to prop his chin flat over his palm, he voiced a query. “What specific perspective does my maternal uncle harbor regarding the parameters?”

Jia Liang stated, “General He Yong has achieved a highly magnificent sequence of military triumphs, a parameter that absolutely mandates a valid wave of rewards under our metrics. Unique for the public rumors filtering across the civilian populace to explicitly constitute a factor our administration completely lacks the luxury to ignore, ensuring that executing an overly lavish wave of titles and rewards would similarly fail to align alongside the baseline parameters of appropriateness. Furthermore, the Ministry of Revenue currently encounters a severe wave of financial deficit, our accumulated liabilities regarding military expenditure allocations already tracking along a highly inflated parameter. If our administration can successfully deploy the surrendered commander alongside his core tribal units to guard a border sector, the dynamic could securely constitute an exceptionally excellent arrangement.”

“The lower reaches of the Jingkou sector constitute an exceptionally critical strategic gateway to successfully repel any sudden territorial incursions launched by our southern enemies, a sector currently encountering a severe deficit regarding competent military garrisons. The territory belongs to a thoroughly barren, unrefined frontier sector, and coupled alongside the reality that the civilian population currently residing inside that sector has unraveled a wave of public rumors targeting the impropriety of General He Yong’s tactical maneuvers, relying single-mindedly over Master He’s independent presence would render his frame completely incapable of managing the wider stability across the entire region. The sector personifies an exceptionally fitting location to securely isolate and settle those pirate units.” The Vice Minister of the Ministry of War added his data.

General He Yong had inherently harbored an intense desire to secure the supreme command over the lower reaches of the Jingkou sector across a highly prolonged duration of years, that specific territory constituting the absolute ancestral home of his family lineage. The exact split second his presence successfully established a tight military grip over that frontier garrison, the eastern granary sectors, which were packed with a boundless wealth of grain supplies, could smoothly and easily be repurposed to serve his independent goals. His triumphant return to the capital this morning had been executed explicitly to request the emperor to bestow this supreme territorial authority over his hands. Who could have possibly anticipated that through a few brief sentences exchanged across the floor of this grand hall, the corporate factions would systematically alter the underlying parameters of the dynamic, rendering his intent to request the grand reward vastly more complex compared to his past history?

Song Nanqing possessed an absolute comprehension verifying that He Yong constituted nothing but a simple, straightforward martial figure, and evaluating his capacity to handle a sophisticated verbal debate, his tongue stood absolutely no chance against this court of seasoned politicians. Directing his clear eyes toward his face, he spoke. “During the active phase of a conflict, a commander prioritizes strategic efficiency above alternative metrics; yet once the dust officially settles over a campaign, the administration ranks absolute loyalty and righteousness as the supreme guiding metrics. This specific triumphant victory has successfully resecured a massive volume of rare treasures and financial assets to deliver past the threshold. Let a portion of the wealth be smoothly credited straight into the state treasury, while the remaining balance is systematically processed across the account logs of the Ministry of Revenue, is that dynamic accurate?”

The master managing the Ministry of Revenue, Jia Liang, delivered a firm nod of his head to validate the accuracy of the metric.

“Let the logistics be handled along this parameter: instruct General He Yong to execute the absolute primary selection targeting the captured assets. The Imperial We recalls that our collection preserves a highly unique, expertly crafted ceremonial halberd, a tool that perfectly matches Xizhi’s physical dimensions.” Song Nanqing cast a highly comforting, validating expression to look straight toward He Yong’s face. “The Imperial Our eyes previously caught a line of intelligence claiming that the Imperial Guard contingent has successfully refined a brand-new combat tactical matrix. Xizhi has consistently harbored an intense wave of interest targeting parameters of this category. The wider realm currently enjoys a brief duration of absolute peace, let his frame secure a convenient window of leisure to follow their ranks to monitor the training logs.”

General He Yong dropped his knees straight onto the floorboards, his deep voice carrying a highly solemn cadence as he spoke. “Your subject coordinates a profound wave of gratitude to honor Your Majesty’s grace.”

“Regarding the remaining administrative matters, let the Imperial Father process the parameters at his own discretion. Dismiss the court.” Song Nanqing raised his fingers to gently rub his aching temples, and securing a definitive nod of validation delivered from Shen Heng’s eyes, his long legs shifted to execute a highly measured, balanced pacing to officially exit the Hall of State Affairs.

While his frame cleared a path toward the exterior perimeter, a massive cluster of palace attendants and administrative eunuchs tracked closely behind his trail. His beautiful brows were slightly knitted as if the absolute core of his mental focus were actively processing an exceptionally profound, crisis-level dilemma. Residing behind his back panel, the attendants responsible for hoisting the ceremonial canopy, handling the imperial sedan structure, and clearing the path ahead of his strides systematically accelerated their internal vigilance, every single individual acting with extreme caution due to the sudden frown playing across the emperor’s face. Could it mean a specific administrative crisis transpiring across the morning court session had failed to align alongside the sovereign’s desires? Which specific official possessed the absolute audacity to provoke a wave of deep sorrow and anxiety within His Majesty’s thoughts? The various inner eunuchs exchanged rapid, frantic glances alongside each other’s positions.

He suddenly halted his long strides on the spot, turning his body around to deliver an explicit command straight toward the individual standing closest to his side panel. “Spring View, your person must clear a path straight outside the imperial palace complex immediately to unearth a collection of storybook manuscripts for the Imperial Our reading pleasure. Ensure the vintage explicitly constitutes the absolute most popular, white-hot romantic love stories circulating across the civilian market.”

To possess the absolute capacity to force even the most fiercely courageous, battle-hardened military commander to commandingly bend his knees to execute an absolute surrender, his mind desperately required to conduct a thorough personal inspection to verify whether this specific concept named romantic love genuinely commanded such an absolute, magical power across the world.