Chapter 179: Hold On, Imperial Advisor! I, the Emperor, Have Recovered 16

Chapter 179: Wait, National Preceptor! I've Recovered 16

"Yes, sir!"

During the days Xiao Xuan was away, Lin Huaiqing spent most of his time cultivating, and in just two short days, he'd already made remarkable progress.

But spiritual power alone wasn't enough. What Lin Huaiqing needed most right now was a life-bound spirit artifact of his own.

However, in the palace, gold and jewels were easy, but spiritual artifacts were rare. Moreover, finding one that matched his top-grade wood spiritual root was even harder.

Ah! Wait a moment—didn't Qin Hanyue's quarters have plenty of treasures? Last time he went to visit, Qin Hanyue even said he could take whatever he wanted.

Surely a cultivator wouldn't lie, right?

It was just that... the two of them had just had a bit of a falling out, and for him to just waltz over and ask for something would be pretty shameless.

With that in mind, Lin Huaiqing decided to bring gifts to trade with Qin Hanyue. That way, problem solved, right?

He was a freaking genius!

The only question was, what could a big shot like Qin Hanyue at the Hua Zhen Realm possibly lack?

Qin Hanyue didn't eat or drink, wasn't into beauties, had no shortage of gold or treasure, and cared nothing for status or power.

It wasn't like he could just tie himself to Qin Hanyue's bed and hand himself over!

Lin Huaiqing shuddered at his own weird train of thought.

Ah! He'd figured it out!

"Yan Weiquan!"

"Your servant is here! What does Your Majesty need?"

"Go to the embroidery workshop and have them make a Daoist robe to the National Preceptor's measurements. It should be mostly white, but up close, it needs to have a subtle shimmer of other colors. The more luxurious but low-key, the better."

The few times he'd visited Qin Hanyue, the guy had worn the same style of robe every single time. Lin Huaiqing even started to wonder why Qin Hanyue was so cheap.

But on closer look, he found Qin Hanyue had several robes of the same style, each one like a copy-paste—almost identical, no difference at all.

Also, the robe looked plain at first, but up close, the quality and embroidery were flawless.

Even if Qin Hanyue didn't care much for the robe, at least his sincerity would show, and he'd feel less awkward asking for a favor.

"I'll tell the head seamstress right away and have her deliver it to the National Preceptor ASAP. When the National Preceptor gets a robe from Your Majesty, he'll be thrilled."

"Ah! No need! I'll deliver it myself."

If he didn't deliver it himself, how could he ask for what he wanted on the spot?

Though Yan Weiquan hesitated a bit, he quickly agreed and went to pass the order to the embroidery workshop.

This National Preceptor was no ordinary guy, and such favor was unheard of in any dynasty.

When the maids heard the robe was for Qin Hanyue, they worked like crazy and finished it in just two days.

Despite the speed, the quality didn't suffer at all. The robe was gorgeous up close, with patterns as intricate as an imperial dragon robe—so subtle you'd miss them if you weren't looking.

This was exactly what he wanted: low-key luxury, understated class. It fit Qin Hanyue's whole vibe perfectly.

"Good! Very good! All the maids who worked on this robe get a reward! Yan Weiquan, grab the robe and come with me to Penglai Pavilion."

Lin Huaiqing arrived at Penglai Pavilion, excited and gift in hand. To his surprise, the doors were tightly shut in broad daylight.

He was about to have the young eunuch knock, but then remembered Qin Hanyue was a loner who didn't like people getting close. So Lin Huaiqing held the tray with one hand and knocked on the door himself with the other.

This stunned not just the young eunuchs but even the experienced Yan Weiquan.

This emperor really treated the National Preceptor like a regular person, without any imperial airs.

After a long wait, faint footsteps finally came from inside, slow and unhurried. But the door only opened a crack.

"Your Majesty, I'm not feeling well today. I'm afraid I might pass it to you and harm your health. Please go back..."

This left the young eunuchs outside totally dumbfounded. They didn't even need to hear it to know it was an excuse.

This National Preceptor had some nerve! The emperor himself came calling and he wouldn't even open the door. Was he trying to fly to heaven?

He was really spoiled by favor! He didn't even give the emperor a second thought.

In an instant, Lin Huaiqing's face turned dark as a storm cloud. The thing was, he hadn't come alone today—there were eunuchs and maids behind him.

Wasn't this a public humiliation?

Besides, how could a Hua Zhen Realm cultivator like Qin Hanyue get sick? A turtle that's lived in the moat for centuries would get sick before he would!

Lin Huaiqing held back his anger, forcing a stiff smile and gritting his teeth: "Open the door! Don't make me say it twice..."

This time, Qin Hanyue finally got the hint. Unable to refuse, he opened the door and stepped aside to let Lin Huaiqing in.

As for the others, Qin Hanyue didn't give them a chance—the door slammed shut, leaving them all outside.

But today, Qin Hanyue was really weird. Something bulged under his Daoist robe, like he was hiding something, and it looked odd.

Lin Huaiqing looked him up and down, then finally couldn't help asking:

"Qin Hanyue? What's wrong? Your face is all red, and something's weird about your body. You're not actually sick, are you?"

Qin Hanyue, totally out of character, said sarcastically: "If Your Majesty is afraid I might be contagious, then you should leave now."

Something was off—twelve kinds of off.

Today's Qin Hanyue looked weird, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He seemed weaker than usual, more moody, and his face was redder.

But he couldn't be bothered to think about it.

After all, he was here for spirit artifacts, not to study Qin Hanyue. Better to get to the point.

"Qin Hanyue, I had the embroidery workshop make you a robe. Try it on and see if it fits."

Lin Huaiqing's arms were tired from holding the tray. He set the robe on the table and rubbed his sore shoulders.

Actually, he was secretly watching Qin Hanyue's reaction to the robe.

The weird-acting Qin Hanyue's eyes lit up for a second before he pretended to be calm, picking up the robe to look it over. "It should fit well enough."

"You haven't tried it on—how do you know it fits? Go try it on."

What he'd given was a Daoist robe worn on the outside, so trying it on wasn't a hassle. If anything didn't fit, he could have the workshop fix it.

Qin Hanyue had already started to undo his belt, but his expression suddenly changed. Perhaps realizing something, he put the clothes back down.

"No need to try it on. I like it very much, thank you, Your Majesty!"

This, however, stirred up strong dissatisfaction in Lin Huaiqing.

In his entire life, this was the first time he'd ever been so eager to give someone clothes, personally delivering them all the way to the door, and even almost getting the door slammed in his face. Even Qin Li from his previous life had never received such treatment.

Yet Qin Hanyue wouldn't even try it on—clearly he didn't like it. All that effort for nothing.

But whatever. He hadn't expected Qin Hanyue to wear the clothes he gave anyway. Better yet, let Qin Hanyue wear that same old robe he's got on for the rest of his life, wear it till the day he's nailed into his coffin, and never change it!