After Transmigrating, I Saved the Loyal Prime Minister - Chapter 3

Chapter 6

I was about to start reviewing memorials.

The first one: couldn’t understand it.

The second one: couldn’t understand it.

The third one: couldn’t understand it.

…

I ordered someone to bring the memorials to Cui Yuanzhao’s bedside.

“Minister Cui, I am feeling unwell today. I’ll have to trouble you to look these over for me.”

I scratched my head sheepishly. I had just told him to rest properly, and now I was making him review memorials. I really was a piece of work.

But then I thought about it. If I hadn’t gone to the prison to save him, who knew what kind of suffering he’d still be enduring right now? Wasn’t it only right for him to review a few memorials for me?

It was!

Cui Yuanzhao lowered his eyes and did not look at the memorials.

“This guilty official is still a man under sentence. I would not dare presume to discuss affairs of state.”

I frowned. A man under sentence? No problem. Easy fix.

“Tomorrow I’ll issue an edict-no, I’ll issue one right now and restore Minister Cui to your former post.”

“If Your Majesty suspects me, then simply kill me. Why toy with me like this?”

I looked at Cui Yuanzhao’s dull, lifeless eyes, and my heart clenched. This was all the original owner’s sin.

“Trust those you employ, and do not employ those you distrust. In the past, I failed to see clearly and wronged you, my minister. Are you willing to forgive me?”

Cui Yuanzhao immediately turned over and knelt on the floor. “This subject would not dare.”

I helped him up. “There is no need for such ceremony. Every word I said came from the heart.”

Cui Yuanzhao still helped me review the memorials in the end.

He was a good man.

Cui Yuanzhao said, “Your Majesty, there has been severe flooding in Jiangnan, and funds must be allocated from the national treasury. What do you think?”

I said, “You decide.”

Cui Yuanzhao said, “Your Majesty, the chief examiner for this March’s imperial examinations has yet to be appointed. What do you think?”

I said, “You decide.”

Cui Yuanzhao said, “Your Majesty…”

I said, “All right, I have a headache and need to rest. Just make the decisions yourself.”

Cui Yuanzhao said, “Your Majesty, it is time for dinner.”

Me: …Oh.

Chapter 7

Being emperor was amazing.

This was already the third time I had sighed over that fact during this meal.

Forget everything else-the food was genuinely delicious.

But Cui Yuanzhao did not move at all.

I thought about how light he had felt in my arms during the day. If he didn’t eat enough, how was he supposed to work?

“My minister, is the food not to your taste?”

Whatever you want to eat, just say the word, and I’ll have the imperial kitchen make it for you immediately.

“In reply to Your Majesty, no.”

“Then why aren’t you eating?”

“This subject is merely…” Merely wondering what madness has taken hold of you today.

Cui Yuanzhao silently picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

After dinner, Cui Yuanzhao continued reviewing memorials.

He truly deserved to be called a workaholic.

I yawned.

This was already the thirtieth yawn I had let out tonight.

“If Your Majesty is tired, you should go rest first.”

“No, no, I’m not tired. I’m going to read a little longer.”

“Your Majesty, your book is upside down.”

Me: …

I went to sleep. There was no other reason for it. Tomorrow morning, I still had to get up and match wits with the male lead.

It was absolutely not because I was tired. Absolutely not.

When I woke up in a daze, I saw Cui Yuanzhao was still reviewing memorials.

Before I transmigrated, I had been a male college student. I had studied sustainable development, so I couldn’t let him do too much work in a single day.

I got out of bed and walked up behind Cui Yuanzhao. “My minister, sleep.”

Cui Yuanzhao looked longingly at the memorials. “Yes.”

I pulled Cui Yuanzhao onto the bed.

He refused again and again. “Your Majesty, this is improper. This subject would not dare. This subject can sleep on the couch.”

I shoved him toward the inner side of the bed. “You’re injured. Say no more. I’m tired. Very tired. I want to sleep.”

He obediently shut his mouth.

Cui Yuanzhao was a very restless sleeper.

I had only just discovered this.

Looking at Cui Yuanzhao, who had rolled into my arms, I tightened my hold around him.

Forget it. He had so much work to do for me, after all. If he wanted to sleep in my arms, then so be it.