Chapter 219
At this moment, the itching all over his body made the words of denial on the tip of Zhang Tingji's tongue turn into, "My thoughts are the same as yours, brother. That person might really be someone of significant background."
His itching, much like Huang Shouping's foul flatulence, had started right after the morning court session ended.
He knew his colleagues well enough; if they wanted to deal with him, they wouldn't use such prank-like methods.
Moreover, no one could poison them so accurately right in the imperial court. They simply didn't have the skill for it.
Most importantly, the doctors and witch doctors in his manor were completely helpless against it, and neither of them showed any signs of being poisoned.
The witch doctor, much like Sun Huajing, just kept shaking his head at him and bluntly stated that this was not the doing of a mortal.
Not the doing of a mortal? Looking across the entire Great Yan, the only person who barely had any connection to gods was that Junior Preceptor who had descended to the world by divine oracle.
And the three of them had targeted her at every turn during today's morning court...
Zhang Tingji waved his hand to dismiss the idle servants, then took a step forward... before taking half a step back, saying, "Brother Huang, I believe that even if she wants to punish us, it shouldn't last too long. His Majesty is still watching!"
Huang Shouping looked utterly unwilling. "Brother Zhang, I only spoke up in support during today's morning court because I listened to your words, and now I've ended up in such a state..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a hot current rush from his abdomen all the way down to his tailbone, and a gushing wave of gas erupted with an indescribably foul stench.
His face was filled with grief and indignation. "With me like this, how am I supposed to attend court tomorrow?"
After saying that, without even glancing at Zhang Tingji, who had covered his mouth and nose and retreated dozens of meters away, he angrily flicked his sleeves and left the Zhang Manor.
As Huang Shouping hurried home, he made excuses for himself. All things considered, he had no grudge against the Yu family. His words during today's morning court were all instigated by Zhang Tingji.
Now, he planned to turn back before it was too late and go to the Yu Manor to apologize.
Therefore, while Yue Fuguang and the system were making their work plan for the next month, Cuiyu came to report that Lord Huang Shouping had come to visit, asking if she wanted to see him.
Yue Fuguang waved her hand. "No!"
However, remembering that the medicine the system had given him would lose its effect tomorrow, she added, "Take him to my grandfather or father and see what this Lord Huang is visiting for so late at night."
[Host, could this guy surnamed Huang be here to apologize?]
'If he is, then he must suspect that his condition has something to do with us. It seems he isn't stupid.'
[If it weren't for the fact that this person died early and had no chance to participate in the later political chaos of Great Yan, I wouldn't have let him off so easily!]
Yue Fuguang turned around to hide her smiling face. At first, the system still remembered that it was a merit system, constantly advising her and urging her to be good.
Ever since they started enjoying gossip and doing tasks, it had slowly revealed its true nature. With all this fighting and killing all day long, who could have guessed that it was actually a merit system!
If it weren't for the constraints of the merit system that prevented them from casually harming people, they wouldn't even need Emperor Mingxi to take action; the two of them could have precisely eliminated some of the killable targets in their tasks.
Although they couldn't complete all the tasks, for thirty percent of them, as long as they solved the people creating the problems, the problems would be solved! And the points would be theirs!
Why bother nagging day after day! It was exhausting!
The word exhausting didn't even stay in Yue Fuguang's mind for more than a second before her soft snoring began to sound.
Above the Yu Manor, or rather, the Bright Moon Pavilion, a mass of green energy invisible to the mortal eye gathered from all directions, slowly forming a funnel shape that hovered above Yue Fuguang's bedroom.
Then, that green energy flowed slowly like water into Yue Fuguang, who was lying on the elaborate canopy bed, sleeping with a peaceful expression on her face.
System 07, which was in a semi-shutdown state in the system space, did not see that a small section of data in its code was slowly recovering.
The next day, just as Yue Fuguang stepped into the gates of the Hongwen Academy with Yu Ningxuan and Yu Ningxin, they ran straight into the Fourth Prince, whose face was flushed red with hidden anger.
'Little Zhu, how did this guy heal from his injuries so quickly? Could it be that the executioner went easy on him?'
Qian Gui, who had personally carried out the punishment by imperial decree, was currently accompanying the emperor at court. Standing quietly in attendance, he suddenly couldn't help but shiver, and his body seemed to grow a bit heavier.
That was the blame Yue Fuguang had just pinned on him!
[Master, you forgot. Fourth Master Xie's mother comes from South Yue. Although Concubine Xin's medical skills are not as good as Lan Xuan'er's, they are not much worse.
Treating his superficial wounds wouldn't take much effort.]
'If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten that there was this seemingly invisible concubine in the emperor's harem.
Could her year-round feigning of illness be to hide her medical skills?'
South Yue was famous for both medicine and poison. Many doctors, such as Zhang Huajing from the Imperial Hospital, had once gone to South Yue for further studies.
'The emperor really isn't picky at all. He even dared to take a royal daughter of South Yue into his harem.'
Seeing Yue Fuguang arriving from afar, Wei Ping had just lifted his foot to go out and welcome her when he heard this sentence.
Wei Ping promptly withdrew his foot!
Cough! How was he supposed to relay what he had just heard to His Majesty!
Emperor Mingxi: He regretted issuing the decree to the officials that whenever you hear the Junior Preceptor's inner thoughts, you must relay them word for word.
Sometimes, certain contents really had no significance for his decision-making! They would only anger him!
[Concubine Xin is actually the current Emperor Gan Sheng's cousin-aunt. When Concubine Xin entered the palace, Emperor Mingxi had only been on the throne for a few years.
In order to consolidate his imperial power, he naturally expanded his harem. More than half of your little classmates' mothers entered the palace during those years.]
Xie Zhiwei, who originally had a face full of annoyance, showed a momentary flash of hostility upon seeing Yue Fuguang. He quickly lowered his head, cupped his hands toward Yue Fuguang, and said, "Zhiwei greets the Junior Preceptor!"
His mother had told him to apologize when he saw Junior Preceptor Yue, but the faint pain coming from his buttocks made it impossible for him to utter any words of apology.
Yue Fuguang merely nodded at him as a greeting.
With her current status, she didn't need to feign politeness with anyone just to save face.
Her likes and dislikes were displayed clearly, and no one would step forward to say anything about it.
During the morning class, Wei Ping brought out many cases and told them to the students like stories.
Yue Fuguang also gained a superficial understanding of Great Yan's laws, though, of course, Wei Ping's detective stories were much more captivating than the laws themselves.
For the first time, Yue Fuguang did not doze off in class.
Looking at the Junior Preceptor with bright eyes, listening earnestly to the stories... to the lesson, Wei Ping couldn't suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth no matter how hard he tried.
Thinking of his colleagues saying that the Junior Preceptor loved to doze off in class—that simply didn't exist in his class!
Cough! Although his own role in the cases had been refined and beautified by him... the reasoning process and the punishments of the cases were entirely accurate!
Look, the Junior Preceptor was even raising her hand to ask a question. Ignoring the raised arms of the Seventh Prince and the others, Wei Ping only spoke to Yue Fuguang, "Does the Junior Preceptor have any questions for this humble official?"
"Lord Wei, in the case you just mentioned about the Liu family's daughter-in-law hanging herself, what considerations was your judgment based on?"
Wei Ping replied, "Junior Preceptor, this case actually happened on the day of the Lantern Festival. Due to official duties, this humble official did not go to the scene.