Chapter 151: The Male Imperial Advisor’s Little One is Super Cute (12)

Chapter 151: The Male Imperial Advisor's Little One is Super Cute (12)

Among the flowers, Song Chuyi landed softly on a petal.

"I'm so tired, Xiaotong."

Xiaotong: "!!! Host! How did you manage that?!"

Xiaotong was still in shock.

Just now, the host flew up, and suddenly, it started raining.

That was pretty wild!

Song Chuyi yawned, a trace of fatigue in his eyes.

"I'm a sprite," he explained. "I'm supposed to have some special abilities."

Xiaotong: "But host, you didn't have any before..."

Song Chuyi chuckled. "Because the heavens have restrictions."

"In these small worlds, I'm considered an outsider. If I use my powers too freely, the heavens might reject me."

Xiaotong: "Then why is it okay in this world?"

Song Chuyi yawned again. "Probably because Wenren Shu thinks I'm a product of his imagination."

"The world's rules are centered around Wenren Shu. Since he thinks I'm imaginary, the heavens think I'm fake too."

"If I'm fake, there's no reason to kick me out."

"But..."

Song Chuyi flipped over, stretching his arms and legs out, looking at the sky through the gaps in the leaves, his long lashes fluttering.

"But I did use some energy, and now I feel a bit tired."

Breaking the rules of the heavens took some energy, even with Wenren Shu's "imagination" as a disguise.

But I’m not going to sleep; I’m just a little tired.

Xiaotong was getting more confused. "Host, why are the world's rules centered around the villain?"

"The villain is supposed to destroy the entire world."

"That doesn't make any sense."

Song Chuyi mentally patted the little white bun and said with a smile, "Take a guess."

Xiaotong: "QAQ I can't guess."

Song Chuyi: "You could always ask the main system."

"But the main system probably won't tell you, haha!"

Xiaotong: "..."

Song Chuyi stretched. "Alright, let's change the subject! The rain just blew my swing away. I've decided to take a break and fix it!"

Xiaotong: “……”

The yard was eerily quiet, and Song Renshu had somehow left without anyone noticing.

After resting for a while, Song Chuyi regained his energy and began hanging his swings again with great enthusiasm.

The osmanthus tree was enormous, with many trunks and branches, allowing him to make countless swings.

He could play on whichever one he wanted!

Song Chuyi spent the entire afternoon and evening making dozens of swings, and it wasn’t until midnight that he felt a bit tired and decided to lie down among the flower petals.

After midnight, someone climbed onto the wall of the yard and witnessed this bizarre scene.

On the tall branches, there were many small swings, and on the swings were tiny mud figures, each about the size of a small soybean.

As the wind blew, the swings moved, and the tiny mud figures swayed with them, creating an eerie sight.

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Inside the Chancellor’s mansion, the undercover guard that had been sent returned with news.

After hearing just a couple of sentences, the Chancellor’s brows furrowed, and his tone turned stern.

“Are you saying that the reason the Imperial Advisor has been acting strangely recently is because he’s been hanging swings on the osmanthus tree in his courtyard?”

“And making small mud figures?”

The undercover guard bowed his head, finding the situation as absurd as it sounded, but it was indeed what he had seen.

“Yes… that’s correct.”

The Chancellor flicked his sleeve. “What nonsense!”

“How could the Imperial Advisor possibly do something so childish?”

“It has to be someone else. Go and investigate right away!”

The undercover guard accepted the order and quickly left.

A similar conversation took place in the general’s mansion.

The general wasn’t as sharp-minded as the Chancellor and found the situation odd but didn’t think much of it, so he sent his men to keep an eye on it.

Unfortunately, this time, their undercover guards were spotted by the Emperor’s men before they could even get close to the courtyard.

The undercover guards hesitated to move forward and could only wait for another opportunity to scout the courtyard.

Meanwhile, inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Gong Ji bowed deeply toward Song Renshu.

“Imperial Advisor.”

“Today, the grand ritual ceremony was successfully held, and our kingdom will surely prosper.”

Song Renshu’s expression was cold, his gaze unreadable.

"What is it, Gong Ji?"

Gong Ji laughed heartily, "You are indeed as sharp as ever, Male Imperial Advisor."

"This is the fifth grand ritual ceremony you've overseen."

"By tradition, you should have chosen a successor by now."

"This is the final year for the selection, and I trust you’ll give it your full attention."

Since no Imperial Advisor had ever lived very long, it was customary to start looking for a successor immediately after taking office. This ensured the continuous existence of an Imperial Advisor.

But Song Renshu had delayed this for four years. If he didn’t make a choice this year, it would be the fifth.

Gong Ji, understanding the importance of the position, had urged him dozens of times over the past few years, but each time, Song Renshu refused.

This year, there could be no more delays.

Gong Ji earnestly advised, but Song Renshu’s thoughts drifted elsewhere.

He hadn’t chosen a successor because he knew the entire system was built on a massive lie.

There was no point in maintaining it; he wanted to end the deception.

But… no one would believe it was a lie.

Even the emperor remained convinced of the gods' existence.

He had hinted at the truth before, but Gong Ji, horrified, quickly silenced him.

The gods were not to be questioned or spoken of lightly.

No one would believe that this was a two-hundred-year-old lie.

Song Renshu lightly lowered his eyes, and an image of the little one standing in mid-air appeared in his mind.

Compassionate and benevolent, light seemed to concentrate on him, as if he were a god from legend.

"This official understands."

Song Renshu’s voice was slightly heavy, "I will select a successor."

Gong Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

"If the Male Imperial Advisor has any needs, please feel free to command."

Song Renshu nodded and bowed to Gong Ji.

"This official will take his leave first."

Gong Ji waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

After he left, Gong Ji received a message from the undercover guard.

Both the general and the prime minister had sent people to probe the forbidden area of the National Preceptor’s residence tonight.

And they had done so twice.

Gong Ji let out a cold snort in response. "Go and secretly warn them."

The prime minister and general were getting bolder by the day.

They weren't afraid of angering the National Preceptor—how foolish!

Moments later, Gong Ji seemed to have an idea and called for the undercover guard again, giving his orders in a low voice.

"Go find out what the two families have discovered."

Two probes suggested this wasn't a simple matter.

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Meanwhile, in the courtyard of the National Preceptor’s residence, Song Chuyi perked up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

He poked his head out from behind the petals and, seeing Song Renshu, he darted out with excitement.

He fluttered into his hand and playfully rolled over in his palm.

"Good morning, Brother Wenren!"

Brother Wenren looked down at the little one, gently curling his fingers to support him, and helped him sit upright.

Song Chuyi nodded and sat up straight, behaving like the good little one he was.

He rested his hands on his lap, gazing up with bright eyes and speaking in a soft voice.

"Did Brother Wenren miss me, Ah'Chu?"