Directed Leakage of Inner Voice: I Pretended to Be a God Undergoing Tribulations

Chapter 38

Five more minutes passed, yet there was still no sensation—just the familiar tingling often described in novels, without a trace of pain.If it weren’t for her basic trust in the system and its marketplace, Yue Fuguang would have started to suspect she’d bought fake medicine.

Her body was small, and her appetite naturally limited. She had already eaten quite a bit in the Empress Dowager’s palace. Taking two more pills and a bottle of gene serum—wouldn’t that just make her feel full?

But after swallowing the second Strength Pill, her body finally responded.hough the man was caught, getting Xu Changyue to confess and reveal more about Beili’s spy network and hidden agents in Dayan would be a tough battle.

Not to mention the upcoming case of Zhao Xu’s cheating in the imperial examinations.

Thinking of the involvement of Zheng Zhicheng and his naturally gifted but reckless son, Wei Ping couldn’t help but feel that although he was unlucky, he was also fortunate.

How many people could be knocked down to the dust and still rise again like he had?

Due to the looming national crisis ten years after Dayan's fall, as long as Zheng Feng remains loyal to Dayan and to His Majesty, he is bound to be highly favored.

The Zheng family will only shine brighter than before.

Wei Ping was very busy, and so was the venerable Elder Wang of Hongnong Temple. Just yesterday, Minister of Works Lu Qi had brought craftsmen from the Ministry to build a sunlit warm chamber for the Young Master.

Those unaware of the full story whispered behind closed doors, claiming that this Young Master was abusing national resources for personal use, and that His Majesty’s favor toward her was excessive.

Of course, these rumors quickly reached the ears of their superiors, or even higher officials.

So, after this morning’s court session, the offices of the various ministers and vice ministers echoed with a unified chorus of scolding.

The ministers and vice ministers took turns berating their subordinates—the assistant officials and clerks—one by one.

Though they refrained from using a single curse word and each reprimand was phrased differently, the message was clear: anyone who dares to speak ill of the Young Master is courting death!

The closing warning was stern: if anyone dares to slander the Young Master again, their offices will no longer tolerate such reckless and insolent behavior.