Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 110 Good omen

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the emperor, as the supreme ruler, would not easily hold an altar to offer sacrifices to the gods because of a plague in order to maintain his dignity and face.

At this moment, the emperor, who was sitting on the dragon throne intricately carved with a coiled dragon, suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, and a raging storm seemed to be brewing in his dark eyes.

The emperor's majestic voice suddenly rang out, breaking the heart-pounding silence in the court. The voice, which carried supreme pressure, came from the high dragon throne. It was illusory and held the power of life and death, like a soul-stirring voice coming from hell.

"My dear Lord Zhu, what do you think about this?"

Zhu Zhouchuan, the director of the Imperial Observatory, immediately knelt on the ground, suppressing the endless fear in his heart, and pretended to be calm and said, "Your Majesty, I had divined before, and it showed that there was nothing unusual about the plague in Huaiyang. But yesterday, I observed the sky at night and found something unusual, so I immediately divined again, and the divination showed that the plague in Huaiyang had changed. Although it is dangerous, it is also a good sign."

The emperor had never heard of a plague that endangered the lives of the people being a good omen. He was puzzled and asked, "Oh? Why?"

Zhu Zhouchuan, the director of the Imperial Observatory, cleared his throat silently. The extreme nervousness made his throat dry and his mind was working frantically. He knew that if what he said next was not to the emperor's liking, he might not be able to return home safely today.

"Although the plague in the Huaiyang area is showing a dangerous trend, the spirit of our royal family is becoming more and more vigorous. Therefore, I dare to assert that this plague is an excellent opportunity for Your Majesty to establish prestige and gain the loyalty of the people."

The emperor's expression changed slightly, as if he couldn't figure out how to gain the loyalty of the people through the plague.

Seeing that His Majesty did not say anything, Zhu Zhouchuan, the director of the Imperial Observatory, suppressed his fear and nervousness, took a deep breath and continued, "In my humble opinion, if Your Majesty could send a prince to Huaiyang to work with local officials to control the plague, the people would surely be grateful to Your Majesty, and it would also greatly soothe the anxious emotions of the people in Huaiyang. When the plague is eliminated one day, the people will surely be grateful for Your Majesty's protection, rather than the protection of God, and then Your Majesty's reputation and prestige for benevolence will be greatly improved."

As Zhu Zhouchuan finished his words, Zhao Yunrong's originally calm eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of coldness. He glanced at the director of the Imperial Observatory who was kneeling on the ground, then looked at the empty seat next to him, and a hint of understanding crossed his mind. Was he planning to deal with him in this way?

The emperor listened and pondered for a long time, as if he was struggling. Among his princes, only the fourth and eighth princes were capable of taking on important tasks. The fourth prince had injured his leg, but if he sent the eighth prince to Huaiyang, the plague was dangerous after all. If he was not careful and got infected, it would be life-threatening...

Just when Zhu Zhouchuan was feeling extremely tormented and uneasy in the emperor's silence, he finally heard the emperor's steady voice coming from above.

"What you said makes sense, but who should I send?"

Zhao Yunrong's hands, which were hanging in the wide sleeves of his robe, were clenched into fists. The anger in his heart generated a force that could crush human bones, and his nails dug deep into the soft flesh of his palms.

But in a moment, Zhao Yunrong slowly loosened his fists, raised his arms, placed them in front of him, clasped his fists and bowed, "Your Majesty, I am willing to go to Huaiyang and work with local officials to control the plague."

Although the emperor had this intention, seeing his beloved son being so considerate and thinking of the danger he was about to face, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed. He hesitated for a moment, "This..."

Zhao Yunrong keenly caught the emperor's hesitation. His eyes and eyebrows slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible sarcasm, but he still lowered his eyes and said firmly, "It is my son's unshirkable responsibility to share your worries. I beg your permission. I will do my best to eliminate the plague as soon as possible."

The emperor seemed to be deeply moved, with a gratified expression on his face. He nodded twice, "Your Majesty's sincerity really makes me feel gratified. In this case, I will appoint you as the imperial envoy. All officials in Huaiyang must obey his orders. If they disobey, they can be executed first and reported later. When the plague is eliminated in the future, I will definitely welcome you and reward you generously."

Zhao Yunrong knelt down and bowed, "I accept your order and thank you."

The sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the court, and the ministers had different thoughts when they heard it.

After the court was adjourned, Zhao Yunrong walked out of the court slowly with heavy steps. Although he had long been accustomed to his father's indifference, the fact that he disregarded his father's life and death and put him in danger again still made him feel chilled to the bone. It was as if a freezing ice cone pierced his heart, continuously releasing traces of chillness, freezing all the bones and blood in his body.

He knew too well the hypocrisy and indifference of his father. During this period of time, his father might have loved him, and he might have felt a little sorry for him being in danger, but these could not resist his emphasis on his own imperial power.

In his eyes, except himself, everyone else can be sacrificed to maintain the imperial power, even his own son is no exception.

Even if he did not take the initiative to ask for permission today, his father would still send him to Huaiyang after weighing the pros and cons. Instead of passively accepting it, it would be better for him to take the initiative. This might make the heartless emperor feel a little sorry, and he could use this apology to gain more favor from his father in the future.

Thinking of this, a bitter smile appeared on Zhao Yunrong's lips.

During this time, he felt the love and care his father had never shown him since his mother's death, and a trace of tenderness and expectation arose in his heart. Oh, it was really ridiculous and stupid to think about it.

The emperor's favor has always been like this, flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, looking at the clusters of flowers, it is like oil boiling on a raging fire.

Zhao Yunrong deeply felt that his heart had become hard and cold again, like an indestructible wall.

Those dark eyes were like the deep sea, with raging waves rolling in them.

Suddenly, a figure with unsteady steps hurried past him.

A bloodthirsty smile instantly appeared on Zhao Yunrong's face, and he shouted to stop the person who was trying to quickly escape from his sight.

"Blessings, sir!"

Zhu Zhuchuan paused, a slightly embarrassed look on his face, his eyes flickering, and then he bowed respectfully, "Eighth Prince!"