Forced to Ascend the Throne after Transmigrating

As early as the day they received the news from the secret guards, Huo Tianyi and his friends sold almost all of their valuables and spent all their savings to raise the dowry for their apprentice’s marriage.

Many of the things had been prepared early in the morning, including a full set of huanghuali wood furniture. However, the family background of the disciple’s future husband was too prominent, so Huo Tianyi and the others had to buy several times more than before, and it was barely acceptable.

Huo Tianyi once thought that his disciple would eventually look for a chivalrous young man, but who would have thought that his disciple’s vision was much sharper than they imagined, and she actually fell in love with a prince at first sight.

Although this prince doesn’t look like a prince at all, the identities of the two people seem incompatible no matter how you look at it.

Ye Shuo naturally knew that the reason they did this was that they didn’t want Yao Zhi to be looked down upon. If he really did that, it would be bad. After thinking about it, he finally gave up.

In the past, when Yao Zhi lived in his own house, Ye Shuo didn’t feel it, but now that she was taken away by Princess Su, Ye Shuo felt that the Prince’s Mansion in front of him suddenly became much emptier.

It wasn’t that hard to bear, just… a little lonely.

Whenever passing by Yao Zhi’s yard, Ye Shuo would always take a look subconsciously, and it would take a while for him to react.

I don’t know who came up with the rule of not allowing them to meet before the wedding. Ye Shuo really wants to ‘thank him.’

The ancient wedding ceremony was already complicated, with adoption, asking for the name, accepting the marriage proposal, paying the betrothal gift, asking for the date, and welcoming the bride. It would take more than half a year to complete the whole process.

We have only just come to the stage of asking for the name, and there are still four months and thirteen days left.

“Oh.” Ye Shuo couldn’t help but sigh.

Jianjian, who was standing by, couldn’t help but grit her teeth.

Just play cards, why sigh? The most hateful thing is that while he was sighing, he won all her gold beans.

If he hadn’t been distracted frequently while playing cards, Jianjian would have thought he did it on purpose.

Even though Jianjian was a princess and received a subsidy from the imperial concubine every month, she could not withstand such a loss. Now, half a month had passed, and the little pocket money she had left had been completely taken away by him.

Then, she needs to prepare the money for him as a gift, and that money cannot be touched.

Jianjian, who was only twelve years old, tasted poverty for the first time in her life.

Emperor Jingwen couldn’t stand it any more. He bullied Jianjian when he was happy and bullied Jianjian when he was unhappy. He couldn’t be the only one happy, right?

“It just so happens that I’m a little tired of playing cards these days. Why don’t you accompany me for a walk outside?”

Although playing mahjong is fun, you will inevitably feel uncomfortable if you sit for a long time.

The “outside” that Emperor Jingwen was referring to was not the Imperial Garden, but the area outside the Imperial City. Emperor Jingwen had not seen the common people outside for a long time.

Of course Ye Shuo would not refuse after hearing this.

Then Ye Shuo looked at Jian Jian beside him and asked, “Are you going?”

Originally Jianjian wanted to go, but unfortunately her pockets were empty, so she thought about it and decided to give up.

Jianjian looked at the culprit in front of her with resentment, wondering how he had the nerve to ask her that.

Ye Shuo acted as if he knew nothing, then looked at his mother again, which made Jian Jian even more angry.

A glimmer of longing flashed in the imperial concubine’s eyes, but in the end she shook her head.

It’s just a few hours outside, there’s really no point, so I decided to give up.

Ye Shuo was stunned, but didn’t say anything.

The last two people to leave the palace were Ye Shuo and Emperor Jingwen.

“What do you usually do when you are outside?” Emperor Jingwen is now free and has much more leisure time than before.

The streets in front of me are bustling with people. The war with Beiting does not seem to have affected this place. The people of Shangjing City still live and work in peace and tranquillity.

Even because of the war, there were more unfamiliar faces coming and going in the capital city than before.

Emperor Jingwen couldn’t help feeling comforted when he saw this scene.

At the beginning, he took over a mess from the previous emperor. Now, more than 20 years have passed, and the Great Zhou has swept away the decline and decadence of the past, and there is even a day when it can challenge the Beiting. It seems like a dream.

The previous humiliation seems to be still vivid in my mind.

Emperor Jingwen was probably really old. In recent days, he always liked to dream about the past. New grudges and old hatreds made him more and more dissatisfied with Beiting.

If he could hear the news of the great defeat of Beiting before he died, he would die without regrets. In the future underworld, he would have the face to face the ancestors of the Ye family. Even when facing the great ancestor who founded the Great Zhou Dynasty for a hundred years, he would have the qualification to say that as a descendant of the Ye family, he would not lose the reputation of the Ye family.

Apart from the Great Zhou, there are not many emperors who can compete with Beiting.

Even Emperor Gaozu, when the Zhou Dynasty was first established, had sent a princess to Beiting for marriage. But he had been in power for more than 20 years, but he had never sent a daughter or a sister away.

His years of hard work were worth it, and Emperor Jingwen should naturally be proud of it.

Completely unaware of what his cheap father was thinking at the moment, Ye Shuo blurted out without much thought: “Listen to storytelling, eat snacks, listen to operas and music, and try the new dishes in the restaurant…”

He had so many tricks that no one had the patience to listen to him finish, so Emperor Jingwen spoke up: “In that case, you should lead the way.”

Emperor Jingwen now also wants to experience the happiness of his son.

Ye Shuo couldn’t help but touch his chin when he heard this: “Uh… Dad, are you sure?”

Emperor Jingwen nodded, as if to say, “Stop talking nonsense.”

Ye Shuo didn’t hesitate: “Okay then, just stay with your son and talk less, so as not to scare others.”

…Is this the tone a son uses when talking to his father?  

Emperor Jingwen was almost so angry that he laughed, but in the end, he resisted the urge to teach him a lesson and agreed reluctantly.

Near noon, Ye Shuo brought Emperor Jingwen to Zuixinglou. As soon as the owner of Zuixinglou saw him, he immediately came forward to greet him.

Because Ye Shuo often hung out outside and was generous, his identity was no longer a secret. Even though three years had passed, the shopkeepers still remembered him clearly.

Isn’t this the God of Wealth?

Ye Shuo didn’t waste any words and said, “Boss, what new dishes are there recently? Pick two or three of the chef’s best dishes and serve them up. I want to treat a guest today.”

Ye Shuo pointed at Emperor Jingwen next to him.

Perhaps it was because his attitude was so natural that the shopkeeper did not suspect anything else for a moment.

“Okay, both of you please come in.”

It was still the third floor, still the familiar box, with the best position and the best view, just enough to take in all the life going on downstairs.

The shouts of the small vendors downstairs could be heard faintly.

The food in Zuixinglou is not the best and is much worse than the imperial chef in the palace. But when paired with such scenery, it has a unique flavour.

Emperor Jingwen hadn’t been so relaxed for a long time.

In the afternoon, Ye Shuo brought his stepfather to the teahouse to listen to storytelling. As the money from the Rui Palace had never been cut off, the storybooks written by the scholar had accumulated a large pile in the past two years, including stories about cultivation, the supernatural, love, and all kinds of things.

When Ye Shuo saw so much inventory, his eyes suddenly lit up.

During the time of waiting for marriage, he finally didn’t have to worry about being bored. He could watch it himself in the evening, and if he liked it, he would send it to his mother, Jianjian and Yao Zhi.

Only Xiaojiu would like this kind of useless miscellaneous book.

Emperor Jingwen’s old problem came back again. He frowned subconsciously, then picked up a book and flipped through it.

Then, the first sentence of the book stunned him.

“After I was killed, I became a ghost.”

The perspectives of the storybooks that Emperor Jingwen had seen were all human, and this was the first time he saw a protagonist who was a ghost.

Driven by curiosity, Emperor Jingwen continued reading.

But in fact, this is a story about a man who turns into a ghost, and then encounters various situations on the way to finding the real murderer who killed him, and then resolves them one by one.

Ye Shuo glanced at the signature on the storybook. Hmm, it was very familiar. He remembered that this person was very good at melodramatic stories. His writing skills were not very good, but what he wrote was inexplicably attractive.

Sure enough, Emperor Jingwen read almost the entire book with a frown on his brow.

Several times he wanted to put it down, but after a while, Emperor Jingwen picked it up again. After repeating this several times, Emperor Jingwen finally couldn’t help but cursed: “What the hell, bullshit!”

Not only is the handwriting awful, but the word order of some sentences is also incorrect. How can this be worth so much money?

However, Ye Shuo clearly noticed that his cheap father had already turned to the last page…

Then Emperor Jingwen turned around and asked, “Do you usually read this kind of stuff?” No wonder he hasn’t made any progress in all these years!

Ye Shuo was silent for a moment: “Actually… Dad, the one you have in your hand is pretty good.”

Even though it’s illogical, at least the plot isn’t too outrageous. It’s just a little bit curious.

“Can it be worse?” Emperor Jingwen didn’t believe it.

After that, Emperor Jingwen experienced a series of stories, including a love triangle, a bloody and abusive love, a love between a human and a demon, and the hard struggle of a poor boy, and finally he trampled all those who bullied him under his feet.

Perhaps because they feel that he is not around, these storybook writers are becoming more and more free.

How to say it, legends are after all very rare, and even those with great abilities would not write stories for them.

This was the first time Emperor Jingwen had come into contact with this kind of thing. For some reason, he felt extremely disgusted in his heart, but he inexplicably wanted to continue watching.

He wanted to see what else these people could write.

Facts have proved that the imagination of these sour Confucian scholars far exceeded Emperor Jingwen’s expectations. For a while, Emperor Jingwen was in a dilemma whether to scold them or not.

“Dad, don’t get too excited. Just treat it as a joke.” Ye Shuo couldn’t help but advise.

That being said, Emperor Jingwen had been serious for most of his life, and this was his first time coming into contact with such an informal book, so naturally he needed some time to digest it.

When the two came out of the teahouse, Emperor Jingwen was still thinking in his heart, why didn’t the characters in the storybook who had a conflict with him wait until the characters were killed before venting their anger?

“If there really was someone who spoke like the person in the storybook, he would have been executed long ago. How could he be appreciated by the noble?”

Of course, but the problem is that he is not the protagonist.

While his cheap father was chattering, Ye Shuo made an excuse to buy some pastries and took the opportunity to slip away.

Phew, my ears are finally quiet.

Ye Shuo had just breathed a sigh of relief when a child of five or six years old bumped into him.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Ye Shuo always feels that this child is somewhat similar to himself in his previous life.

Ye Shuo immediately became interested.