Mrs. Huo Is Known for Her Predictions of Misfortune - Chapter 86 - : Are You Kidding Me?

I, Am a Living Yama; Empress Advises Me to Stay CalmYang Yi crossed over and unexpectedly awakened the Poison Expert System.Empress: “The enemy country has already been destroyed, and there is only a seven-year-old child left in the palace. We are hesitating, what shall we do?”Yang Yi: “Your Majesty, I believe that since this child dared to expose herself, there must be someone hiding. First, pretend to spare her, and then secretly return to see if she has any younger brothers or sisters hidden in the secret passageways. ‘Take care’ of all of them(Kill), and then make a grave for them and pretend to mourn for three years. If anyone comes to pay their respects, they must be her accomplices, and we can eliminate them all!”Crowd: “???”Is this guy a Living Yama alive!???Empress: “You were supposed to provide disaster relief, but you’re adding sand to the porridge? Are you the Living Yama?”Yang Yi: “Let’s see if it works to save refugees, Your Majesty.”Empress: “Now there are rumors out there that the reason I remain single is because I like women. How should we deal with this damage to my reputation?”Yang Yi: “Your Majesty’s reputation is of the utmost importance. As a strategist, I’ll sacrifice myself and imp**gnate you, and the rumors will naturally dissipate!”Empress: “Then get rid of those vixens, you scoundrel!”

The Prince Regent of the Zong Dynasty, Lin Bozhou, looked noble and benevolent on the outside but disgustingly filthy on the inside.

This traitorous minister, whom everyone had condemned.

One day, Meng Huan, who just transmigrated into a book, arrived into the bedroom in a sedan chair after he was forcefully sold as a male concubine to the Prince Regent.

How to keep himself safe in the face of this treacherous minister? Meng Huan was prepared to act like the original host, that was, being an aloof and cold man who would rather die than obey the Prince Regent. He would despise this man, while showing off his intelligence and wisdom, and occasionally, engaged in a game of wits with the Prince Regent.

Only this way would the Prince Regent love and respect him.

He could also be like the original host, winning the man’s favor but choosing to ignore it, making his escape in style, and forcing the calm Prince Regent glow in red anger.

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However, when he tried to recall the incoming part to play as the original host, Meng Huan suddenly froze.

Meng—Low IQ— Huan: What were the crafty plots and machinations?

Meng—Low IQ—Huan: What were the words the original host used to scold the man?

Meng—Low IQ—Huan: Oh no, I am finished, I am done for. I am toast QAQ

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The male concubine he bought were said to possess determined character, and very likely going to commit suicide by bitting off his own tongue, or viciously shout foul words at him.

Always calm and collected, Lin Bozhou, who was not one to force himself on another or witness bloodshed, was ready to free this man.

Yet, when he entered the door, he saw a dazed beauty, looking at a loss while saying in a very soft voice, “Hus-husband?”

The beauty looked to be racking his brain as if his life depended on it.

Then, after a few seconds of stupefaction, he appeared to have given up. “I would better serve you in bed.”

Lin Bozhou: “…?”

The absolute wise minister and his dumb wife : )

This story is also known as The Waste Who Transmigrated into a Political Fiction

*A powerful and smart minister gong vs dumb and delicate beauty shou

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