Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

From seven to nine in the morning, Ji Chaoxi began attending court in the Golden Palace.

The main task was for officials to submit memorials, and Ji Chaoxi only needed to coldly agree or disagree.

Ji Chaoxi reviewed memorials from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m.

There was a memorial that said there was a severe drought this year and pleaded for a tax reduction. When Ji Chaoxi saw that the paper in the memorial was damp and had a musty smell like the rainy season in the south, Ji Chaoxi noticed that it was covered in damp paper.

"No approval!" Ji Chaoxi said angrily.

Xiao Yanchen was practically clinging to her, his face full of satisfaction, looking just like a seductive concubine bewitching the emperor.

He peeled a grape, held it to Ji Chaoxi's lips, and mimicked Ji Chaoxi's soft voice: "Your Majesty is wise."

Ji Chaoxi glanced at him and coughed lightly: "Be mindful of your behavior. I am the emperor now."

Xiao Yanchen looked at her with red eyes, his eyes full of grievance.

Ji Chaoxi choked for a moment, but still let him lean on her.

"Being arrogant because of favor."

Hearing her words, Xiao Yanchen felt a surge of comfort. He couldn't help but snuggle against her; he liked the word, it gave him the feeling that she doted on him.

Ji Chaoxi continued reviewing memorials. One official wrote her a few thousand words of praise, the last sentence of which subtly indicated his desire to build a small garden.

Ji Chaoxi carefully reviewed and approved the order: "No. Use the money to repair the river embankment for the people."

There were also reports on the local weather, which family's pig had given birth to many piglets, endless greetings from officials, and all sorts of memorials to the emperor...

When Ji Chaoxi got tired of reviewing documents, she would look at the files from the Dali Temple. She still preferred to be a detective.

Ji Chaoxi was particularly meticulous in reviewing memorials; she would read each one carefully, otherwise she felt it would be impolite.

Politeness ingrained in one's bones.

While Ji Chaoxi was taking a nap at noon, Xiao Yanchen took over reviewing the remaining memorials, many of which impeached Ji Chaoxi. Xiao Yanchen simply drew a red circle on each memorial and wrote next to it: 【Death】

In the afternoon, Ji Chaoxi continued to review memorials, and several memorials by military officers made her dizzy.

A military officer claimed to have studied the styles of Zhang Xu and Su Shi, and his calligraphy was so cursive it looked like snakes wriggling around. Ji Chaoxi looked at it for a long time but couldn't recognize a single character.

Ji Chaoxi instructed him to practice calligraphy, otherwise it would be considered deceiving the emperor.

Some senior officials even slipped in personal information when reporting on their work, secretly hiding their sons' height and weight in their writing, which was so subtle that it was hard to spot unless you looked closely.

Xiao Yanchen didn't notice at first, but seeing how intently Ji Chaoxi was looking at it, he couldn't help but glance at it a few more times, and his face immediately darkened.

From 3 p.m. to 7 p.m., Ji Chaoxi was to attend a lecture on the principles of being a ruler, and she listened very attentively.

The Hanlin Academy scholars who spoke above were also very moved, because they hadn't expected Ji Chaoxi to actually come and listen.

They had previously assumed that Xiao Yanchen was about to ascend the throne and were prepared to be ignored.

Ji Chaoxi is serious about becoming emperor!

Ji Chaoxi suddenly remembered Xiao Yanchen's teacher from her childhood: "Why haven't I seen that teacher in the palace?"

Xiao Yanchen fed her, his eyes filled with a hint of confusion: "Perhaps she has left the palace. I also miss my teacher a little."

Ji Chaoxi nodded, puzzled.

After listening to the lecture, she could finally return to her palace; she was almost exhausted.

At this moment, a palace maid walked up with a smile: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to choose a concubine."

Ji Chaoxi opened her eyes, propped herself up, and complained, "Why is there only one sign?!"

Which emperor only had one plaque?

A resentful voice drifted in from outside: "How many more plaques does Your Majesty want?"

The palace maid covered her mouth and chuckled, then quickly withdrew.

Ji Chaoxi hugged his neck and rubbed against him: "No, no, I'm so sleepy and want to sleep."

Xiao Yanchen's heart softened, and he kissed her on the cheek.

He naturally lifted the corner of the blanket, lay down on his side, and pulled her directly into his arms, gently stroking her hair as he whispered.

"In the southern border, there's an old house where, every full moon night, the person behind the screen goes to the stable to feed the horses. The locals all say it's haunted, so the famous detective Xiao Xizi from the capital goes to investigate, only to discover a mechanism hidden behind the screen..."

Ji Chaoxi listened in a daze, occasionally retorting, "No, no... they must have added drugs to the ink..."

Following her words, Xiao Yanchen said softly, "Yes, Detective Xiao Xizi later had someone confiscate that ink formula..."

As the story drew to a close, Ji Chaoxi's breathing became even, and she fell into a deep sleep, but her hand was still unconsciously clutching Xiao Yanchen's clothes.

When Ji Chaoxi first started learning detective work, she only had a little bit of confidence. In order to boost her confidence, she asked Xiao Yanchen to change the names of all the protagonists in those detective stories to her own.

Forget about Detective Li and Detective Lin, just replace them all with Detective Xiao Xizi.

From then on, Xiao Yanchen only used the name of the detective, Xiao Xizi.

Ji Chaoxi insisted on getting up at three o'clock every morning for a month, but then she refused to get up anymore.

The first time she didn't go, she said she had an upset stomach. The next day, no matter how much others called her, she pretended not to hear them.

He couldn't get up in the morning, but by noon he had gone to the Dali Temple.

The Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review was startled by her, but also very proud, because even the Emperor couldn't bear to give up his position in the Court of Judicial Review.

Aunt Song's expression remained calm, but she changed her form of address from "you" to "you (formal)".

At first, those old civil officials were very dissatisfied with Ji Chaoxi, always saying that it was against etiquette, but later they gave up.

A fearless old minister finally waited until Ji Chaoxi came to court and began to worry about Ji Chaoxi's lifelong happiness, saying that he wanted to find a consort for the emperor and recommended many talented young men to Ji Chaoxi.

The old minister spoke tremblingly: "The second son of the Vice Minister of Rites is handsome and gentle, and will surely be considerate of Your Majesty."

Ji Chaoxi sipped her tea, stealing glances at the portrait on the folding paper.

Xiao Yanchen scoffed: "If the Emperor were to encounter an assassin, would he need to save him?"

The old minister glanced at Xiao Yanchen, his heart filled with disapproval. How could he be so jealous!

Xiao Yanchen flipped through the portraits, his expression growing increasingly grim: "And this Young Master Li, his eyes are unfocused, he looks like someone who frequents brothels all year round."

The others quietly moved away. This old man had chosen the wrong side three times, and now he was so clueless as to choose a consort for the emperor.

The minister, feeling sweaty under Xiao Yanchen's gaze, dared not mention the matter again.

After Ji Chaoxi ascended the throne, she has been overturning murder cases hidden under corruption. She also set up a royal jury to handle serious cases, which is what she is most interested in.

The domestic crime rate plummeted in just three years, perhaps because of what she learned at the Dali Temple; her methods of governing the country are also quite hardcore.

She also forcefully pushed through new laws that broke the convention of women being proletarian and stipulated that women had independent household registration rights.

Ji Chaoxi studied with the group of people from the Hanlin Academy every day. She sighed as she studied, longing to solve cases.

She had previously dismissed those bureaucrats who were just loafing around in the Ministry of Revenue and found an expert who specialized in water conservancy. These people improved the rice varieties, which doubled the size of the granaries in just two years.