Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 239 The Soul of a Fallen Beauty (11)

However, ideals are often grand, while reality is often harsh.

While Zhao Jixiang was taking a bath and resting, Shen Yun swiftly took control of her body.

Her figure isn't great; she's not as pretty as Consort Li.

2345 (question mark face) [Host, you're here to get down to business.]

Shen Yun was furious. "You actually said that picking up girls isn't a serious matter? That's discrimination!"

2345 slapped its own face again with its little paws; it deserved it.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty will be here soon. I'll apply some rose-scented balm for you." A palace maid entered carrying a tray.

Shen Yun's body suddenly sank down, revealing only his face.

"No need. You all stay outside and don't come in without orders."

Why put on perfume? I'd rather he stinks to death.

When will Yuanzhou arrive?

Shen Yun glanced out the window; it was pitch black. What was Yuan Zhou doing here at this hour?
Shall we cultivate immortality together?

【No, wasn't this place to favor the concubines?】2345 was filled with curiosity, so this time it could finally see it in person?

Shen Yun slapped her forehead; she had forgotten about this.

We have to fight quickly and decisively.

Shen Yun picked up the soft silk that was placed aside, wiped the water droplets off her body, and then put on her nightgown.

However, after the rope of the nightgown was tied, Shen Yun fell into deep thought. Why did her figure change so much just by wearing a piece of clothing?

This world is truly full of wonders.

Perhaps he had been admiring himself for too long, before he even started rummaging through his belongings, Yuanzhou walked in.

Shen Yun awkwardly took his hand out of his pocket.

She didn't do anything.

Seeing that she didn't move, Yuan Zhou couldn't help but frown. "Is Consort Rong possessed at this moment?"

The palace maid beside her was desperately tugging at her skirt, but Shen Yun only glanced at her before slowly moving away.

Logically, she should be kneeling down to pay her respects, but to ask her to kneel before Yuan Zhou... dream on.

"I have an injury on my leg and it is inconvenient for me to kneel."

Instead of being angry, Yuan Zhou laughed, "Guards! Summon the imperial physician. I want to see what's wrong with Consort Rong's leg."

The eunuch who came with Yuanzhou was so shocked by what he saw that his eyes almost popped out of his head. Even though he had received professional training, he didn't know what to say about what was happening before his eyes.

Consort Rong must have... had her brain filled with excrement, daring to speak to His Majesty like that.

However, what shocked him even more was what followed. Consort Rong, who claimed to have a leg ailment, nimbly stood on a stool and looked down at His Majesty.

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with this leg.

No... Ahhhhhh... Has Consort Rong gone mad? How dare she stand so high up and look down on His Majesty?

"Insolence!" The eunuch said, his fingers twirling in a delicate gesture, while he held a whisk in the other.

Yuan Zhou, whose lines were stolen: ...

"How dare you, Consort Rong, disrespect His Majesty!"

Shen Yun looked at him calmly, "So, are you going to drag me out and chop me up?"

The eunuch fell silent; of course he dared not, and it was not his place to say such things.

Yuan Zhou raised his hand, and the eunuch quickly retreated.

With no one around, Shen Yun suddenly felt a little guilty.

Actually, neither the original owner nor she felt any aversion towards Yuanzhou.

Dynastic changes are commonplace; even without Yuanzhou, someone else would have emerged. The fall of the Zhao state was inevitable.

"Who exactly are you?" Yuan Zhou's pupils shrank. Zhao Jixiang had always been respectful to him and would never do such a thing.

More importantly, Zhao Jixiang valued his perfect image more than his life.

Shen Yun's heart skipped a beat, wondering if she had gone too far?

They underestimated Yuanzhou's understanding of Zhao Jixiang.

However, in such situations, as long as she is assertive and doesn't back down, she can successfully fool everyone.

"I am the God of Literature in the heavens. I heard that the new emperor has ascended the throne, so I came here to see him."

2345 felt a headache coming on. It shouldn't have bound itself to a host in the first place. It would have been so much better to be a lazy bum. Instead, its mouth twitches every day, and its facial nerves are starting to go numb.

I wonder if, in the future, when it wants to show the cutest smile in the world, it will subconsciously curl the corners of its lips with mockery and schadenfreude in its eyes.

Heavens, it's still a child.

Even the usually calm Yuan Zhou couldn't stay composed. He had only suspected it before, but now he was certain.

This person could absolutely not be Zhao Jixiang.

He swore an oath on his throne.

"Could it be possessed by some evil spirit?" Yuan Zhou wondered suspiciously.

"Eek!!!" Shen Yun was still standing on the stool, his chin slightly raised, and he shouted loudly.

2345 (covers face) Here we go again. If the host could actually recite some poetry, that would be one thing, but the problem is, all she says are interjections.

All those words, when put together, just mean one thing: ahhhhhh...

It doesn't quite understand what its host is thinking, but Yuanzhou must be very confused right now.

Yuan Zhou almost laughed, but as a dignified emperor, he pinched his thigh and tried hard to recall the things that made him most angry and sad.

Shen Yun glanced at Yuan Zhou discreetly. His face was expressionless, revealing nothing. It must be because her poem was too ordinary that he couldn't believe it.

2345: Is it deaf? Or has it developed amnesia? And what about the poem?
"The famous flowers of my homeland bloom as before in spring, but I sit alone in the garden, filled with sorrow. The ruins are now just a dream, and I can only recount the fleeting romances of the past before my heart breaks with wine." Shen Yun raised her chin again. See? Believe it or not, she is the reincarnation of the God of Literature.

Yuan Zhou looked over in surprise, and then saw a stubborn chin and half of a nostril sticking out.

"You said you are the reincarnation of the God of Literature?" Yuan Zhou asked.

Shen Yun nodded smugly. Now he believed it, didn't he?

Yuan Zhou chuckled, “What I hate most in my life are scholars. You’re perfect here. Try out the new torture instruments from the Dali Temple.”

What a devil! She even tried the new torture device from the Dali Temple. She's the God of Literature, the God of Literature!
"I am the God of Literature in the heavens, not under the jurisdiction of earthly emperors," Shen Yun said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

2345 had given up struggling and instead pulled out a notebook from somewhere, intending to record the host's crimes without missing a single punctuation mark.

Yuanzhou: ...

"That may be true, but you now stand on my throne, so I have the right to do whatever I want to you."

She should run; Yuanzhou was so different from what she had imagined.

"I suddenly remembered that I have some things to attend to. Your Majesty, please go and attend to them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jixiang collapsed to the ground.

Because he was standing on a stool, Zhao Jixiang accidentally knocked over a vase when he fell, making a loud clattering noise throughout the room.

The palace maids and eunuchs outside were trembling with fear.

"You..." He stopped speaking before he could finish. Yuan Zhou stared intently at Zhao Jixiang's body, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, but still had someone summon the imperial physician.

Now is not a good time for Zhao Jixiang to die.

(End of this chapter)