Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

Lin Shou glanced down at the corpse on the ground, without even frowning, and calmly gave orders to the soldiers behind him.

"Pass down the order: Gu Liaoyuan has been executed for treason. Everyone in the mansion, regardless of whether they are masters or servants, shall be put to death without exception."

"Yes!" the soldiers replied in unison, their voices completely flat.

Soon, screams of agony echoed throughout the mansion.

The cries of women, the wails of children, and the angry curses of men, mixed with the muffled thuds of swords piercing flesh, echoed mournfully in the night sky.

The stench of blood and the atmosphere of despair lingered for a long time.

Lin Shou stood under the corridor, listening to all of this, then turned around expressionlessly and handed the empty white jade wine cup to the attendant beside him.

He straightened the wrinkles in his robes, then took another cup of sealed poison from his attendant and stuffed it into his sleeve.

This is just the beginning.

The night was still dark. Lin Shou led his men, turned around and walked out of the mansion that had become a living hell, heading towards the imperial palace.

The next stop is the courtyard of another prince.

A few days later, all the princes except the princess were executed by Gu Qing.

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As dawn broke, the candlelight inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony was already blazing brightly.

A bright yellow dragon throne sat in the center of the main hall, and fourteen-year-old Gu Qing, dressed in a dragon robe, sat quietly on it with his back straight.

His face still bore the immaturity of a young man, but his eyes and brows were as cold as if they had been tempered with ice.

When his eyes swept over the prince's civil and military officials, there was not a trace of youthful gentleness, only a composure and imposing presence that did not match his age.

This was the first time he had summoned his officials to court early in the morning since ascending the throne.

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; even the officials were breathing very softly.

Everyone knows that although this new emperor is young, his methods are ruthless and chilling.

In the nights before, those old officials who refused to submit and tried to support the new emperor had already been "sent away" one by one by him.

Whether the entire family was executed or exiled thousands of miles away, the stench of blood seemed to still linger among the beams and pillars of the palace, becoming a sword hanging over everyone's heads.

There was no longer a voice daring to disobey in the court. The officials, silent as cicadas in winter, hung their heads, none daring to look directly at the young emperor on the dragon throne.

The political landscape has now been reshuffled, and the most favored family is the Shu family, which assisted the new emperor in ascending the throne.

Shu Jing, dressed in the purple robes of a prime minister, stood at the head of all the officials, his posture upright and his expression calm, a stark contrast to the trembling officials around him.

Those who had followed Shu Jing and helped Gu Qing seize power from the beginning also held important positions, forming a new force in the court and firmly controlling military and political affairs.

Gu Qing's gaze slowly swept across the hall, taking in the fear and trembling of the officials. A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved his lips.

He is very satisfied with everything he has now.

The feeling of having power under his control was more exhilarating than he had imagined.

"All of you, rise."

He spoke, his voice still carrying the clear, youthful tone, yet it was firm and resolute, carrying an undeniable authority.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The officials knelt in unison, rising in perfect unison, afraid of making the slightest mistake.

Gu Qing raised his hand, and Fu Zi beside him immediately unfolded the bright yellow imperial edict, her shrill voice echoing throughout the hall:

"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: From this day forward, the reign title shall be changed to 'Jing'an,' signifying the pacification of the four directions and the tranquility of the realm..."

No sooner had the decree to change the reign title been issued than Gu Qing spoke again, his tone icy.

"The old laws of the late emperor had many drawbacks, and the oppressive policies disturbed the people. They are hereby abolished immediately. The new policies to follow will be drafted under the leadership of Chancellor Shu Jing and submitted to me for review before being implemented."

Upon hearing this, some of His Highness's officials were slightly moved, but no one dared to voice their opposition.

The new emperor intends to use the most violent means to sweep away the old system and consolidate his power.

The bloodshed of a few days ago is still fresh in everyone's mind; no one is willing to risk their life to offend them.

The morning court session ended in such a deathly silence.

The officials retreated with trepidation, their backs drenched in cold sweat as they left the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

In the first year of the Jing'an era, Gu Qing's new policies were rolled out with lightning speed.

He vigorously promoted improved farming methods, sent officials to guide farmers in cultivation, and built water conservancy projects, which led to a qualitative leap in the grain output of the State of Gu in just one year.

Shu Jing always assisted him wholeheartedly, not only protecting the implementation of the new policies, but also devoting himself to research and development, creating a "waterwheel" that could irrigate and provide power.

Although it has not been widely adopted, it has already amazed the people.

His improved irrigation equipment has solved the problem of water shortage irrigation in many places, resulting in a significant increase in the yield of fertile land.

In the eyes of powerful families, Gu Qing was undoubtedly a tyrant.

He disregarded the interests of powerful families and abolished the old laws, which threatened the very foundations of many of them.

Several times, powerful families secretly colluded to try to create trouble and obstruct the new policies, but Shu Jing detected them in advance.

Gu Qing showed no mercy, directly ordering the execution of several leading families who had caused the rebellion, confiscating their property and exterminating their clans. His ruthless methods frightened the other families so much that they dared not make any further moves and could only lie low.

But in the eyes of the common people, Gu Qing was a rare wise ruler.

Since he ascended the throne, taxes have been greatly reduced, food has become more abundant, and the people no longer have to suffer from hunger. Their lives have gradually become more hopeful.

In the streets and alleys, one could often hear the people praising the new emperor.

Those who had been displaced by war and oppressive government returned to their homes and rebuilt their businesses.

Gu Qing didn't care at all.

Whether it's the fear of powerful families or the praise of the common people, as long as he can firmly control the world and make the Gu Kingdom stronger day by day, that's enough for him.

Shu Jing stood in the imperial study, looking at the young emperor reviewing memorials at his desk, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

Ultimately, he served a monarch who could bring peace and stability to the world.

The system is also praised.

[Host, you've done well, but isn't fifty points of favorability a bit too much?]

Shu Jing, however, thought it was normal. "Tongzi, he's only fourteen and busy governing the country. He has no time for romance."

So what are you planning to do?

"Help him stabilize the country. You have no idea, there's a drought in the north, but the south is doing well, the floods are under control."

As Shu Jing was chatting with the system, Qi Ran brought in tea and gently placed it beside the emperor.

"Your Majesty, this is ginseng tea, be careful it's hot."

"Hmm." Gu Qing stopped writing, looked at the memorial he was correcting, picked up his teacup, blew on it, and didn't rush to drink.

Qi Ran picked up another cup and placed it in front of Shu Jing, "Prime Minister, please have a cup to relieve your fatigue."

"Thank you." Shu Jing stretched, took a sip from the cup, and looked at Qi Ran's face.

So lovely.

The more I look, the more I like it.

In the imperial study, all was quiet except for the soft sound of tea being drunk.

When Fu Zi came in, she shook her somewhat chubby body, stood still, and bowed to Gu Qing.

"Your Majesty, the prisoner still refuses to reveal what Consort Xiao hid. They've used every kind of torture instrument on him, but he still won't talk."

Qi Ran looked at Gu Qing, knowing what he was looking for.

Map showing the distribution of military tallies across the land.

Something that could threaten imperial power was of paramount importance.

The late emperor gave Consort Xiao a map showing the distribution of military tallies throughout the land, but now that Consort Xiao is dead, the map has not been found.

Gu Qing didn't kill anyone in Consort Xiao's courtyard, but he imprisoned them all.