klisemfg Chapter 57
Chapter 57
Chapter 57
“I had a dream in which a high monk told me that there would be a rare snow disaster this winter, which would freeze many people to death and cause countless injuries.”
Just because of a dream, they hoarded charcoal and grain?
This is utterly absurd!
King Qin and Yun Xiaohan looked at each other in bewilderment.
Yun Xiyue clenched her sleeves and glanced at Murong Yu. He was wearing a mask so her expression couldn't be seen, but she figured he probably felt the same way about the absurdity!
"Are you stockpiling charcoal to make a quick buck later?" Murong Yu's eyes were dark and unfathomable as he tapped his fingertips on the table.
Yun Xiyue was surprised that he actually believed it. "No... If the imperial court needs it, I will donate it for disaster relief. However, I'm not sure if it's true, so if there's no snow disaster, we can sell these things."
Murong Yu smiled slightly, picked up his teacup and finished drinking. "Miss Yun is truly kind-hearted."
King Qin was startled and quickly followed him away.
"You believe it?"
Murong Yu laughed and said, "Why don't you believe me?"
Qin Mo: "......"
"Should we remind the public to be aware of the snow disaster?"
Murong Yu thought for a moment, "Don't make a fuss for now. Find someone to take some precautions in advance, and notify the Ministry of Works to repair houses and mountain roads."
“Especially in remote mountain villages, the local prefect took notice, not to mention the snow disaster.”
After understanding, the King of Qin nodded. "I believe that winter supplies must also be prepared in advance. What does Your Majesty think of entrusting this matter to Yun Xiaohan?"
"He's not a biological son of the Yun family. What kind of person is he?"
What does it matter?
Those with ability rise to the top.
The King of Qin frowned, puzzled. "Yun Xiaohan is an invaluable talent. As you know, the army needs far too many things."
Maintaining a good relationship with the Yun family would be beneficial for them.
The Yun family has no sons, but Yun Xiaohan is, after all, the eldest son recognized by the Yun family. He doesn't think there's anything wrong with Yun Xiaohan inheriting the Yun family!
"Hmm, you handle it." Murong Yu gave him a cold look.
Qin Mo felt confused. Had he said something wrong?
"Moon, why didn't you tell me about your dreams?"
Yun Xiyue was both amused and exasperated. "I was afraid you wouldn't believe me."
"Then why did you tell Young Master Yu?" Yun Xiaohan felt uneasy. After all these years of siblings, she didn't trust him and never asked him for help when she needed it, yet she trusted a man she had just met.
"Young Master Yu is no ordinary person; he is a nobleman brought by the King of Qin."
"Brother, this is our chance, you must seize it."
Yun Xiaohan was absent-minded. "I know. You must tell me if you need anything in the future."
"Don't carry this burden alone."
Yun Xiyue smiled and said, "Okay, I'll definitely tell you if anything comes up."
"Hmm, what would you like to eat? I'll have someone make it." Yun Xiaohan smiled with satisfaction.
"Young Master, the steward of the Prince of Qin's residence has arrived, bringing a table of imperial food, which he says is a reward for the eldest young lady." Uncle Qian led a group of palace servants in.
Yun Xiaohan was surprised, "Imperial cuisine? Isn't that something only the Emperor bestows as a reward?"
"It was a gift from the Emperor. Prince Qin brought it after he went to the palace."
It was not explained why the imperial meal was bestowed upon Yunxi Yue.
Yun Xiaohan's expression changed slightly, and he immediately realized that his guess was correct; that young master Yu was indeed the emperor.
The palace maid left the imperial meal and then took her leave.
Uncle Qian quickly gave each of the young eunuchs a prepared purse, and saw them off with a smile.
Yun Xiyue said, "Perhaps it was because the Prince of Qin went to the palace and told the Emperor about the snow disaster that the Emperor rewarded him with a royal meal."
She was unaware of Young Master Yu's identity.
Yun Xiaohan breathed a sigh of relief. "Well then, let's have our meal! It's a rare treat to have a royal meal like this."