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"Minister Shi, you have had a tiring mission to the Western Regions."

Tan Wenjie looked at Shi Yiming kneeling below with a gentle gaze.

The other party escorted Princess Mingxia on her mission to the Western Regions, securing trade routes and earning Tan Wenjie tens of thousands of positive reviews.

What defines a loyal minister? This is a loyal minister!

Now he finds the other person pleasing to the eye no matter what.

Let alone liking two-dimensional characters, even if you asked him to issue an imperial decree to marry Shi Yiming's two-dimensional character, he would nod on the spot.

Ministers: "..."

The emperor still loves his country too much.

He didn't have this many smiles on his face when he killed corrupt officials and confiscated their wealth for the national treasury.

They faced immense pressure when they encountered an emperor so devoted to the country.

Below, Prime Minister Gao glanced at Wang Pupin, only to receive a smug look in return.

Wang Pupin presented his cousin to the emperor, who then became the emperor's favorite in the harem. It is said that the emperor visited her every day.

If it were any other emperor, the civil and military officials would probably risk their lives to admonish him not to neglect the country and its people for the sake of beauty. However, when it came to Emperor Tianyuan, Tan Wenjie, they could only advise him to be more licentious, rest more, and not ruin his health.

The country is at its peak, but the emperor has no heir. If he were to suddenly die, who knows what chaos the country would descend into.

Wang Pupin's risky actions shattered everyone's impression, revealing that the emperor was not actually averse to women. As a result, during the morning court session, the officials tacitly joined forces in the hope of selecting concubines to fill the harem.

Unfortunately, Tan Wenjie refused without hesitation, showing little interest.

Was Consort Hua really that good?
As a result, Wang Pupin was so arrogant that his nostrils almost reached the sky. The emperor doted on his cousin, making him the emperor's only brother-in-law.

In the main hall, the courtiers earnestly requested the emperor to expand his harem for the sake of the country and its people, but the emperor was only focused on developing the nation.

Their positions seem to be at odds.

Shi Yiming's early return slightly broke the strange atmosphere.

The mission to the Western Regions and the princess's marriage to a distant land were both major events. The next step was to reward those who had contributed. Tan Wenjie was in a very good mood and would certainly promote Shi Yiming to a higher rank.

"Retreat from the court."

Tan Wenjie casually gave an order to the eunuch beside him and then got up and left.

"Master Shi."

"Yes." Shi Yiming, who hadn't left yet, stopped abruptly when he heard the eunuch calling him. "Is there anything else?"

"His Majesty is quite interested in what you saw and heard on your journey to the Western Regions and would like to invite you to come and tell him in detail," the eunuch said.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will go immediately!"

As the others watched Shi Yiming leave, escorted by eunuchs, they couldn't help but whisper, "It seems Shi Yiming is about to rise to great heights."

Shi Yiming stayed in the Imperial Study for more than an hour, and it is said that several other officials were invited in afterward.

Outsiders were unaware of what had happened, but soon after, new policies were introduced on the westward trade route, including tax reductions, which led to a surge in westward caravans.

The number of military recruitment slots has also increased.

Shi Yiming breathed a sigh of relief after finally leaving the palace. Upon returning home, he immediately took the treasure he had acquired by chance during his mission to the Western Regions and hurriedly went out.

A carriage stopped in front of a mansion in the capital.

Shi Yiming hurriedly got out of the car and asked the doorman who came to greet him, "Old Qin, is Brother Wang at home?"

This is the residence of Wang Anxu, a Hanlin scholar whose painting skills are unmatched in the capital.

The gatekeeper nodded: "Sir has just returned. Please come in. I will go and inform him right away."

"No need!" Shi Yiming waved his hand impatiently and said, "I'll go with you and lead the way."

The gatekeeper dared not refuse and nodded, saying, "Yes."

In the study of the Prince's Mansion, Wang Anxu, who was writing an article, hurriedly got up to greet him upon hearing the voice.

"Brother Wang!"

"Brother Shi."

Wang Anxu cupped his hands in greeting.

"Brother Shi has returned from his mission to the Western Regions looking radiant; he must have received a great reward."

"Haha, it is our duty as subjects to serve the Emperor wholeheartedly." Shi Yiming cupped his hands towards the direction of the palace. "The Emperor values ​​me highly, but I dare not reveal the key reasons. Please do not take offense, Brother Wang."

Wang Anxu's eyes flashed with envy, but his face remained adorned with a gentle and refined smile.

"Brother Shi, you won't let me go if you don't invite me for a drink."

"Haha, sure! I'll make sure you drink to your heart's content."

After a brief chat, Shi Yiming couldn't wait to get to the point.

"During my mission to the Western Regions, I obtained a set of unusual drawing paper."

Shi Yiming opened the box he was carrying and laid it flat on the desk.

"Brother Wang's painting skills are unmatched in the capital. I think only Brother Wang in this world can paint on such rare paper."

"hiss."

Wang Anxu gently rubbed the drawing paper with his palm and exclaimed, "The drawing paper is so delicate, it's like a young girl's skin."

"That's right, this is a canvas made from the skin of a living young girl."

"what!"

Wang Anxu was startled and took a few steps back.

But seeing how delicate the drawing paper was, he couldn't help but reach out and touch it. It really felt like caressing a young girl's smooth cheek, and his fear gradually subsided.

"What does Brother Shi want me to draw?"

"beauty!"

"Alright, I will deliver the painting to your residence in three days."

Three days flew by.

Wang Anxu brought the painting of the beauty to Shi Yiming's residence, and as expected, Shi Yiming was captivated by it.

"Brother Wang's painting skills are superb," ​​Shi Yiming exclaimed. "This painting is exquisite, and the beauties in the painting seem to come alive."

"Brother Shi, you flatter me."

"Ah, though I can't paint, I'm extremely knowledgeable about portraits of beauties." Shi Yiming patted his chest, as if to prove he wasn't lying, and said, emboldened by the alcohol, "Do you know that the current emperor also greatly appreciates portraits of beauties?"

"Your Majesty?" Wang Anxu's eyes flickered.

Shi Yiming quickly realized that he shouldn't talk about the emperor behind his back, and steered the conversation back to the painting.

When the banquet ended, Wang Anxu was helped into a carriage.

However, as soon as he got into the carriage, he completely shed his drunken state.

“Wang Pupin became the emperor’s brother-in-law in name only because he presented his cousin to the emperor.” Wang Anxu closed his eyes. “If I can use a painting of a beauty to please the emperor, I might be able to advance further.”

The best painting he ever created was the portrait of a beautiful woman that he gave to Shi Yiming.

The initial state of mind, the unique drawing paper, and so on were all indispensable.

"It's a pity the painting can't grow legs and run back," Wang Anxu sighed inwardly.

The carriage soon returned to the mansion.

Inside the bedroom, Wang Anxu closed his eyes to rest, while a maid gently massaged his shoulders to relax him.

When the soft little hand landed on his shoulder, Wang Anxu's heart stirred and he grabbed the little hand on his shoulder.

"Master, sir!" The maid was startled, her cheeks flushed.

Wang Anxu gently rubbed her small hands and looked up to meet her gaze.

Just then, footsteps were heard.

The maid was startled and quickly let go.

"lady!"

The person who came was Chen, Wang Anxu's wife.

His ability to become a Hanlin Academician was largely due to his wife's family background; his cousin was Princess Mingxia, who had recently been sent as an envoy to the Western Regions.

However, the relationships that were once so valuable have become useless now that the emperor has changed; they are neither worth losing nor worth keeping.

The imperial relatives of the previous dynasty were able to live peacefully only because of the emperor's benevolence. To think that they could make a name for themselves in the officialdom was a pipe dream. If they really made a mistake, they would certainly lose their lives.

When Madam Chen saw a maidservant tugging at her husband, her face darkened. But when Wang Anxu turned to look at her, her expression immediately brightened: "Why did you drink so much today?"

"Brother Shi's invitation is too much for me to refuse."

"Go take a shower," Chen said.

"Yes, yes, Madam, I'll go right away." Wang Anxu looked at his wife with affection, got up and left, not even glancing at the maid from before.

Only Madam Chen and her maid remained in the room.

"Snapped!"

Chen slapped the maid across the face.

The maid cried out in pain as her head hit the table, and she fell to the ground motionless.

"What are you standing there for? Get up now!" Chen was still angry.

After a while of not hearing any sound, she turned her head angrily, her eyes meeting the maid's wide but lifeless eyes.

Ms. Chen exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!"

"Madam, what's wrong?" a maid asked from outside the door.

"Don't come in! Quickly, go and fetch the master!"

Someone has died in the mansion.

Wang Anxu frowned.

Mrs. Chen asked in alarm, "What should we do?"

“Tell her she stole something and accidentally fell to her death while trying to escape.” Wang Anxu’s mind raced. “This matter must be handled as soon as possible, or things will change. Remember not to cause too much of a commotion.”

"Mmm." Madam Chen nodded repeatedly, regarding Wang Anxu as her pillar of support.

The matter was handled quickly, except for a few maids who felt something was amiss, since the deceased maid was not the type to steal.

Without exception, they all chose to remain indifferent, thinking that since it wasn't their problem to die, there was no need to investigate further.

Apart from the fact that Madam Chen frequently had nightmares in the days that followed, everything in the mansion remained the same as usual.

……

The painting is lost!

Shi Yiming came to see Wang Anxu, sighing and complaining.

He had barely received the painting and hadn't even had a chance to enjoy it for a few days when it vanished into thin air. So he went to Wang Anxu's residence to drink and pour out his heart.

"It's just a painting," Wang Anxu said. "If Brother Shi likes it, I'll paint another one another day."

"The painting paper is rare, and the beauty and charm of the subject are even rarer," Shi Yiming shook his head.

He left with deep regret.

After seeing Shi Yiming off, Wang Anxu returned to his room and looked at the painting on the chair. A thought struck him: "Isn't this...?"

Upon opening it, it was indeed the portrait of a beautiful woman drawn on paper made from human skin.

He was captivated by the beauty in the painting, but he quickly suppressed his infatuation because he remembered a quote from Shi Yiming.

The current emperor is also a lover of painting.

……

"Minister Wang, what are you doing?"

The Imperial Palace, the pavilion in the Imperial Garden.

Tan Wenjie looked at Wang Pupin, who was kowtowing repeatedly on the ground, with a puzzled expression.

Wang Pupin stopped and said, "Your Majesty, that Consort Hua is probably... probably not human."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

I knew she wasn't human.

If he really knew it was a person, he wouldn't have been willing to stand up and kick.

"Wang Pubin, what do you mean by this? Consort Hua is your cousin, and you personally sent her to the palace."

“Your Majesty, I have already sent people to investigate. My cousin died half a year ago. I don’t know what this thing that looks exactly like my cousin is.” Wang Pupin kowtowed again, his eyes red. “Your Majesty, I am guilty. You must not let this demon harm you. You must destroy that female demon.”

Wang Pupin did not overturn the table because She Ji failed to help him obtain the position of prime minister; he did it all for the sake of the country and the emperor.

That damned snake demon! I promised to help her, and she's helping me instead.

However, after so much time, Wang Pupin hadn't heard a single word about it.

Seeing that Tan Wenjie remained silent, Wang Pupin took something out of his pocket: "Your Majesty, this is an exorcism talisman that I obtained from a sorcerer. Stick it on the female demon, and it will surely make her wish she were dead."

Tan Wenjie accepted the so-called talisman.

I glanced at it and lost interest; the scribbles had no effect whatsoever.

"I will personally verify the truth of this matter."

After Wang Pupin left, Tan Wenjie casually tossed away the scribbled symbols.

"Your Majesty, Wang Anxu requests an audience." A voice came from beside him, and another eunuch came to report.

"Wang Anxu?" Tan Wenjie asked, puzzled.

He seemed to have heard the name somewhere before, and after a moment's thought, he remembered that it was a Hanlin scholar whom Shi Yiming greatly admired.

The young eunuch then said, "Lord Wang said he has a rare painting of a beautiful woman that he wants to present to the Emperor."

"Is that so, Xuan?"

He was very curious about what level of painting skills could make Shi Yiming so eager to learn.

Wang Anxu quickly arrived at the pavilion and saw a face that Tan Wenjie found very familiar.

—It is Lao Ai, the Golden Snake Swordsman, the Holy Monk Tang Sanzang.

In the past, I only encountered demons and monsters in the countryside, but I never expected that after becoming emperor, I would encounter even more demons and monsters.

It seems the real demons and monsters are all in the temples.

"Your humble servant Wang Anxu greets Your Majesty." Wang Anxu knelt and kowtowed.

"Be flat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wang Anxu went straight to the point, presenting a painting, "This is a portrait of a beautiful woman painted by your humble servant."

The young eunuch handed the painting to Tan Wenjie and unfolded it on the long table in front of him.

The moment the beauty appeared in the painting, Tan Wenjie had a special feeling, as if he had seen a fairy from heaven.

A painting can so vividly depict a woman's every smile and frown as if she came to life, and one can feel the smoothness of her skin through the brushstrokes.

When you raise your hand to touch it, you can indeed feel its unique smoothness.

But he quickly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.

Not right.

He had seen many fairies, but none of them were as eerie and sinister as the woman in the painting.

Fortunately, he was not a lecherous man, otherwise he would have really fallen into Wang Anxu's trap.

Tan Wenjie turned to look at Wang Anxu, who was looking at him expectantly.

So it seems Wang Anxu was unaware that there was a problem with the painting.

"Not bad." Tan Wenjie nodded. "A reward of one hundred taels of gold and a set of gilded wolf-hair brushes from the Western Regions will be given as tribute. I hope that Minister Wang can create more paintings that will be passed down to future generations."

"Your humble servant thanks Your Majesty for your great kindness!" Wang Anxu kowtowed in delight.

The reward was nothing, but he successfully made the emperor remember him, which would surely lead to his future success.

"Go back."

"Wei Chen retire."

After Wang Anxu left, Tan Wenjie quietly gazed at the beauty in the painting.

The young eunuchs dared not disturb them and waited quietly by their side.

"Put the painting away." Tan Wenjie suddenly stood up and said, "I'm tired, I'll go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to rest for a while."

……

In the Hall of Nourishing Heart.

Tan Wenjie chased everyone out, leaving himself alone to hold the sword and quietly look at the painting of the beauty.

Under the candlelight, the paper, like a beautiful woman's fair skin, had an eerie blush, as if a young girl blushing from being stared at for too long.

He drew his sword and slowly placed it on the painting of the beauty. The beauty in the painting showed a look of horror and bowed to Tan Wenjie, begging for mercy.

Tan Wenjie shouted, "What kind of ghost are you? Get out here now!"

The beauty in the painting is speechless, only gesturing.

"You can't get out?"

Seeing the woman in the painting nod, he nodded in understanding.

It's normal that they can't get out; otherwise, the palace would become a public toilet, where people can come and go as they please.

Dragon energy has the strongest suppressive effect on demons and monsters.

Even though he had been a deity for many years, he never forcibly broke into a human palace using his magical powers.

Tan Wenjie asked again, "Can you write?"

The person in the painting nods.

A line of small text appeared next to the painting.

"This humble woman is Mei San Niang." "This humble woman?"

It turned out to be a female ghost who had married.

That's really rare.

"I beg Your Majesty to do justice for this humble woman."

She recounted her experiences in detail.

Mei San Niang was once a courtesan in a brothel. Even when someone offered her a fortune, she still sold her art but not her body. Later, she met a poor scholar named Wang Anxu, who was attracted to her literary talent and appearance. He not only pledged himself to her but also gave her money to help her go to the capital to take the imperial examination.

After a long while, Mei San Niang gave birth to a son. After spending money to redeem herself, she went to the capital with Wang Anxu's mother to find him.

Unexpectedly, Wang Anxu turned his back on her, saying that Mei San Niang came from a brothel and it was hard to say whether the child was his own. He then burned Mei San Niang and her newborn child to death in the thatched hut.

In reality, Wang Anxu was eager to climb the social ladder and had already been exchanging flirtatious glances with Chen.

After that, Wang Anxu indeed rose rapidly through the ranks and became a Hanlin Academician.

Mei San Niang, still harboring resentment, used the human skin painting to seek revenge. However, she did not expect that Wang Anxu would actually return the painting to Shi Yiming. Afterwards, Mei San Niang controlled the painting and returned it to Wang Anxu's house. Wang Anxu once again restrained his infatuation with the painting and chose to present it to the emperor in exchange for a better future.

Once inside the palace, Mei San Niang's soul was unable to leave the painting.

Tan Wenjie sighed, "He's someone who'll do anything to climb the ladder; this kind of person will succeed no matter what he does."

Mei San Niang: "?"

Something about what she was hearing sounded off.

Your Majesty, isn't your concern a bit off-topic?

Tan Wenjie changed the subject and asked, "Now that you've joined the painting, how do you plan to take revenge?"

He wouldn't easily trust the other party; the only thing he was willing to believe in was the absolute suppressive power of the emperor's dragon aura over evil spirits.

These were all things that Xin Shisi Niang, as a little white fox, slowly discovered through trial and error.

Mei San Niang replied, "I want to transform into a woman and make love to him."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

It sounds like they've come to rekindle their old flame.

You better really are here for revenge.

Mei San Niang: "Then I will destroy everything he has, and make him tear out his own heart in remorse to see if it is black."

“A life for a life, that’s only right,” Tan Wenjie said. “However, I can’t let you do this. Even if Wang Anxu dies at your hands, in the eyes of the people, it’s just a violent death. As a human being, he will be punished by law.”

"But."

“If ghosts from the underworld can come to the mortal realm and kill people at will because they have grudges or hatred, what is the point of having me as the emperor of the human world?” Tan Wenjie said. “Whether he is wrong or not, whether you are wronged or not, is not determined by what you say. Besides, it’s all nonsense. I will not believe your one-sided story.”

Despite being a mere mortal, Tan Wenjie's aura at this moment was so powerful that Mei San Niang dared not look him in the eye.

In the end, only a line of blood-stained words appeared next to the beauty in the painting.

It was as if her heart was writing in blood: "Your Majesty, please give this humble woman justice."

Tan Wenjie opened the scroll.

"Since this matter involves Shi Yiming, let him handle it. Someone, come here!"

"Yes."

The door opened, and a eunuch entered.

"Go and summon Shi Yiming."

……

When Shi Yiming learned that he had been summoned by the emperor, he hurriedly pulled up his trousers, slipped on his shoes, and rushed out the door.

Arrived at the palace.

Tan Wenjie asked, "Lord Shi, do you recognize this painting?"

A eunuch handed the portrait of the beauty to Shi Yiming.

"This isn't... how did this painting end up in your hands?" Shi Yiming's mind was buzzing.

He was heartbroken when the painting was lost before, but now that it has returned, his heart is suddenly in his throat.

A painting is nothing special, but the fact that it ended up in the emperor's hands, and that he summoned him late at night, is a big problem.

“Today, someone has come to me to plead for justice,” Tan Wenjie said. “This case is related to a murder case from several years ago. The person seeking justice has accused Hanlin Academician Wang Anxu of killing his wife and children.”

"Ah?" Shi Yiming exclaimed in surprise, "This, Your Majesty, is there some misunderstanding? My brother usually doesn't like to have disputes with others."

"If you want to clear his name, then investigate thoroughly. This case is your responsibility."

Shi Yiming asked, "May I ask Your Majesty, where is the person seeking redress?"

“Right here…” Tan Wenjie raised his hand, pointing to the portrait of a beauty in Shi Yiming’s hand, “in your hand.”

……

Entrusting the task to Shi Yiming is a good way to make the best use of his abilities.

Moreover, Shi Yiming was not interested in real beauties, but only in beauties in paintings, which reduced the possibility of him being seduced, thus ensuring fairness and impartiality in a certain sense.

The news of Shi Yiming's promotion to Inspector General attracted a lot of attention. Tan Wenjie was indeed concerned about wrongful convictions, but it was rare for this case to involve a Hanlin Academician and for the plaintiff to be dead.

Investigating Mei San Niang's life story makes it easy to learn about her past relationship with Wang An Xu.

In the temple hall, Shi Yiming sat beneath the plaque that read "A Clear Mirror Hangs High".

Having spoken in detail with Mei San Niang and having gathered the results of his investigation, Shi Yiming felt a deep dislike for Wang Anxu.

If you don't believe fictional characters, are you going to believe Wang Anxu, who's trying to climb the social ladder?
"Wang Anxu, the evidence is conclusive. Do you admit your crime?"

"Your Majesty, it's clear."

Wang Anxu knelt respectfully below the stage.

“It is true that Mei San Niang and I had a brief affair, but she was a prostitute. After not seeing her for a long time, she came to the capital with a child and said that the child was my child. How could I believe that?”

"Do you plead guilty to killing Mei San Niang and her son?"

"Are there any witnesses or physical evidence?" Wang Anxu asked again.

“There is physical evidence, of course. You produced the deed to the house that was burned down when you rented it back then.”

The case files of the fire in the capital have also been preserved. By comparing them, it can be determined whether he lived there when the fire killed a mother and child.

Wang Anxu's expression changed slightly, clearly indicating that he had also thought of this.

The reason no one investigated at the time was simply because Wang Anxu had risen rapidly in his career and the identity of the deceased was unknown.

The officials in the imperial court are not best at being honest officials, nor are they best at being corrupt officials.

Honest officials are too tired, both mentally and physically.

Corrupt officials should live in constant fear. Not everyone in this world wants to get rich when they become an official; most people just want to live a comfortable life.

Therefore, their greatest skill is to turn big problems into small ones and small problems into nothing.

"Never mind," Shi Yiming said, shaking his head. "Third Sister Xuanmei."

"what!"

Wang Anxu's expression changed drastically.

As Shi Yiming took out the scroll of portraits of beauties, and the beauties in the pictures actually opened their mouths and cried out for justice, Wang Anxun's heart pounded wildly and his ears rang.

There are ghosts!

The ghost really came to claim his life.

……

In the Hall of Nourishing Heart.

Tan Wenjie, holding the jade ruyi, glanced at Shi Yiming sitting below: "You mean, when Mei San Niang appeared, Wang Anxu suddenly knelt on the ground with his head down, and then confessed everything?"

This sounds like Conan's confession scene.

The ancients truly held a deep reverence for ghosts and gods.

"Your Majesty, that is indeed the case. However, there are also written contracts and the landlord of the house where Wang Anxu is renting as witnesses." Shi Yiming nodded. "Moreover, I have found out that Wang Anxu's wife, Chen, just accidentally killed a maid, and the maid did not sign a contract of servitude."

Tan Wenjie said, "Let's have a normal trial. Those who deserve to be killed should be killed, and those who deserve to be imprisoned should be imprisoned."

"Yes."

Looking at Shi Yiming, who was sitting in his chair and hadn't moved for a long time, Tan Wenjie asked, "Does Minister Shi have something else to say?"

“Mei San Niang harbors resentment and I’m afraid she won’t be able to reincarnate in the underworld,” Shi Yiming sighed.

For a fan of anime characters, the greatest happiness is when the characters come to life.

"Do you really want her to be reincarnated?"

"Does Your Majesty have a solution?"

Tan Wenjie picked up his pen and quickly wrote a letter, saying, "Burn this letter along with Mei San Niang's portrait. Let her take this letter to the underworld and show it to King Yama. Then she will be able to reincarnate."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Tan Wenjie waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a fly: "Go quickly."

He sat alone in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"If I had just blindly followed the path of justice from the very beginning, I wouldn't have reached 5000 million ratings in a hundred years."

He looked at the score after the case was closed: 200 points.

If one were to handle one such case every day by oneself, it would take at least 25 days.

Investigating cases is simpler than issuing new policies, less costly than disaster relief, and success can also earn you fame—a win-win situation.

"We should train more private soldiers who are directly responsible to me and establish a special intelligence agency to investigate wrongful convictions and miscarriages of justice."

In some cases, relying solely on foxes is insufficient.

He devoted a great deal of energy to this.

Tan Wenjie got up. It had been a while since he had seen She Ji. It was all because he was so engrossed in grinding for ratings that he had forgotten everything else.

She Ji's eyes lit up when she saw Tan Wenjie.

"Your Majesty, you've finally arrived! Hmm?"

She sniffed.

Female ghost!

First it was a fox spirit, now it's a female ghost. I must keep a close eye on the emperor to prevent him from being seduced by those female demons.

"I heard you've been meditating and recuperating in your room?" Tan Wenjie asked in surprise. "My dear consort, do you know anything about cultivating immortality?"

"Your Majesty, why don't you cultivate immortality with me? We can live forever and become a happy pair of immortals." She Ji took Tan Wenjie's arm.

It looks like a country bumpkin.

Emperors cannot cultivate immortality; the fate of a dynasty is ordained by Heaven. An emperor who lives forever would not be tolerated by Heaven and Earth.

"Cultivating immortality? We'll have to wait for another day."

"Today?"

She Ji rested her head against his chest.

"Come."

Cultivating immortality? There are things more enjoyable than becoming an immortal now.

She Ji abstained from sex for 4 days – back to zero.

Tomorrow will be the first day of abstaining from pornography.

……

Mei San Niang opened her eyes in a daze.

She remembered that before her portrait of a beauty was burned, she bid farewell to Shi Yiming and bowed in gratitude towards the direction of the palace.

After the letter written by the emperor was burned in the fire, it turned into a golden light and entered his chest and clothes.

When I came to my senses, I found myself standing on a wide road.

The houses are usually not visible in front or behind, a cold wind blows, and occasionally a few ghostly figures drift by.

The clanging sound of iron chains grew louder as they approached.

She saw two ghost messengers approaching, their faces blue and their fangs bared. The one on the left carried a mourning staff, while the one on the right held a soul-snatching rope. The clanging of chains came from the shackles around their waists.

The two ghost messengers looked at Mei San Niang in surprise: "You're actually a vengeful ghost? That saves us the trouble of going to the mortal world to capture you."

Mei San Niang asked instinctively, "Where are you two ghost messengers taking me?"

"Naturally, it's the eighteenth level of hell," the ghost messenger said. "Your resentment is too strong, you can't be reincarnated."

"I have never harmed anyone."

"That's not something you can decide."

They raised their hands to capture Mei San Niang.

Mei San Niang hurriedly called out, "Wait!"

She raised her hand to reach into her clothes at her chest.

Upon seeing this, the two ghost messengers immediately stopped what they were doing.

The ghost on the left laughed, "So you're a sensible one after all."

The ghost on the right nodded: "The matter has been settled, so we will not make things difficult for a mere ghost like you."

Unexpectedly, Mei San Niang pulled out a letter, which was wrapped in dragon energy. The two ghost messengers were caught off guard and were almost overturned by the dragon energy.

Strangely, Mei San Niang was completely unaffected.

Mei San Niang said, "This is a letter personally written by the Great Qian Emperor of the mortal realm, instructing me to deliver it to King Yama."

The ghost on the left said, "Come with us."

They dared not delay in dealing with the affairs of the human emperor, but instead of reaping any benefits, they were left looking disheveled. Their ashen faces grew even longer, and if you looked closely at their wrinkles, you would see that they were filled with the message, "I'm furious."

Arrive at the Hall of Yama, the King of Hell.

A cold wind swept through the hall and landed on the soul, making it feel as if a chill had penetrated the flesh and reached the bones.

Even before the trial, they are already filled with fear; during the interrogation, they will speak without reservation and without holding back.

There were no candles in the hall, only eerie green ghost lamps floating in the air, their light flickering on and off, which only made the faces of the two ghost messengers beside Mei San Niang appear even more hideous.

Mei San Niang felt uneasy.

After reporting the situation, the ghost messenger left Mei San Niang behind.

Only then did she dare to look up at the ghosts and gods directly above her, and finally see the true face of Yama, the King of Hell. She felt that he was not as terrifying as in the New Year paintings, but he was indeed as majestic as an emperor.

"The Great Qian Emperor?"

King Yama opened the letter and glanced at it. The cold wind in the hall suddenly stopped, and the eerie green ghost lamp shook violently.

Only after Yama turned to look at the judge beside him did the hall return to normal.

The judge asked, "Is there something wrong with this letter?"

Yama, the King of Hell, countered, "Who is the current emperor?"

"Of course..." The judge was about to answer matter-of-factly, but stopped the moment he opened the Book of Life and Death.

"How is it?" Yama asked.

The judge turned and said, "The Great Qian Dynasty, with the reign title Tianyuan, and the emperor being Tan Wenjie, did indeed change dynasties, but..."

"But what?" King Yama asked angrily. "Why are you stammering?"

“Tan Wenjie, this man was destined to be a sage, and after death he should have become a judge in the underworld.” The judge looked worried. “I don’t know why he became an emperor.”

Yama, the King of Hell, stroked his chin.

"Could it be that the Book of Life and Death is wrong?" the judge asked cautiously. "Should we correct it?"

"No need!" King Yama waved his hand. "It is the will of Heaven that he can become the emperor of the human world. We are just minor ghosts in the underworld. Why should we force ourselves to stand up?"

He turned to Mei San Niang and said, "Since it's a letter written by the emperor of the mortal world, you should go and drink the Meng Po soup to be reincarnated."

"Thank you, King Yama!" Mei San Niang breathed a sigh of relief. It actually worked. At the same time, her respect for Tan Wenjie grew even stronger.

A little devil stepped forward and led Mei San Niang away.

Only Yama and the judge remained in the hall.

"What are you doing...?" the judge asked, puzzled. "What is the purpose of this?"

Even if he were an emperor on earth, he wouldn't need to give a little ghost a special favor. The ghost was filled with resentment and shouldn't have been reincarnated according to normal procedures.

Of course, the judge was more interested in knowing what was written in the letter.

Yama, the King of Hell, remained silent and simply tossed the letter to the judge.

The judge's brow twitched violently at the contents of the letter.

He asked, "Are we just going to give him that much face like this?"

A mere human emperor has a lifespan of only a few decades; what is there to fear?

Yama, the King of Hell, asked, "He is the emperor of the human world. What harm would it do to be his enemy?"

"Those who smash the temples of us little devils will be branded as evil gods, barred from offerings, and unable to move an inch."

What if we befriend them?

"He will be granted the title of Heavenly Official, have a temple erected in his honor, and become a god; his future is limitless."

"Sigh." X2
Being a ghost is very difficult.

The letter floated out of the judge's hand and landed back on Yama's table.

The letter contained the following sentence:

"Let Mei San Niang be reincarnated, to give me face." (End of Chapter)