Rebirth of the Beautiful Repaying Gratitude: Quick Transmigration and Childbirth System

"Your Majesty, calm down. These are the most popular, hottest, and most classic books about men. I collected them with great difficulty while I was outside the palace today."

Tian Yichen picked up a book and flipped through it. He didn't want to get involved in these taboos, but since he developed different feelings for An Jiu, he couldn't help but want to know more about things between men.

"Your Majesty, this old servant originally wanted to find something with more depth, but the shopkeeper said he wanted to explore the Yang Yang method. After you have read these and become accustomed to them, I will ask him for the Fu Fu Secret Play Picture."

Zhao Shunan secretly looked at some of them from the shopkeeper, and was afraid that he would be beaten to death by the emperor if he brought them back, so he secretly gave them to the emperor first.

Well, I hope Your Majesty can adapt to it.

Alas, the job of being a personal eunuch is becoming more and more difficult.

If it weren’t for His Majesty’s good looks.

If it weren't for the relationship between master and servant for so many years, we would have parted ways long ago.

Ahem, it’s just wishful thinking. I wouldn’t dare to do it even if I were given ten courages.

"Humph, you old man, you are quite good at finding a place."

The corner of Tian Yichen's mouth twitched. Zhao Shunan looked so shameless, who knows what he was mumbling about.

Zhao Shunan secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the emperor was not angry.

Your Majesty has acquiesced, and Your Majesty is finding a way out for yourself.

Zhao Shunan tactfully retreated outside the hall to help the emperor keep an eye on things.

Liu Qianyu discovered that something was particularly wrong with the emperor in recent days.

The emperor always took advantage of the time when he went to bathe or go to the toilet to secretly look at something.

Every time I arrived at the entrance of the main hall, Zhao Shunan, who was guarding the door, would either cough or talk to me loudly.

After he entered, the emperor sat upright again with a serious look on his face.

I often look at myself, either smiling foolishly, or feeling entangled, or full of bitterness and hatred.

Something is wrong, very wrong!

In order to avoid alarming anyone, Liu Qianyu deliberately finished her bath earlier than usual to avoid Zhao Deshun who was guarding outside the hall.

He climbed out from the window of the east hall, and then quietly climbed through the window into the main hall's bedroom.

She held her breath and approached the dragon bed silently, only to see Tian Yichen facing her sideways, holding a book in his hand, with a focused and somewhat embarrassed expression.

The emperor looked like he was suffering from constipation as he looked at the book in his hand.

Liu Qianyu was delighted and approached quietly.

I saw the book in Tian Yichen's hand, and on the cover were written the words "The Secret That the Prime Minister and the Emperor Cannot Tell".

She couldn't help but smile secretly, it turned out that His Majesty the Emperor also had such "refined taste".

She tiptoed gently and followed the emperor to read the contents of the book.

Lines of text come into view, telling the story of the love entanglements between men.

"The emperor pinched the prime minister's waist and said, you are my dear minister, my dear minister..."

Liu Qianyu deliberately lowered her voice and read aloud in the tone of the book, with a mischievous smile on her lips.

Tian Yichen was startled and almost dropped the book in his hand. He quickly stuffed the book into the quilt, turned around, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"An Jiu, why...why did you come back so early?" There was a hint of panic in his voice.

Isn't Zhao Shunan, that bastard, guarding the door? I'll beat his ass to pieces.

Liu Qianyu suppressed her smile and pretended to be innocent.

"Your Majesty, what are you looking at? Why does the Emperor call the Prime Minister 'Qingqing'?"

As she spoke, she deliberately moved closer, her clear eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

Tian Yichen coughed lightly, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"I was just bored for a moment, so I asked Zhao Shunan to find something to entertain me. Who knew that this bastard would find all sorts of messed up stuff."

His words were accusatory, but his eyes gleamed with shame.

Liu Qianyu looked at Tian Yichen's slightly red ears and teased him deliberately.

"Oh, then why is your majesty so fascinated?"

Tian Yichen looked even more embarrassed when he heard that. He coughed lightly, trying to ease the discomfort.

"I...I'm just curious."

Liu Qianyu found it even funnier and coaxed him softly.

"What are you curious about, Your Majesty? Can you tell An Jiu about it?"

Tian Yichen looked at her beautiful eyes that were blinking and full of curiosity, and his tone was simple and sincere.

"I... I'm curious, in addition to the harmony of yin and yang, there is also some love that is not limited to men and women."

Seeing him being so frank, Liu Qianyu couldn't help but feel moved.

"Then your majesty, how do you think the world will view such emotions?"

Tian Yichen pondered for a moment, and a trace of struggle flashed across his brows.

"It may be difficult for the world to understand, and may even criticize. But I think that when it comes to love, there is no distinction between men and women."

His tone was firm, as if he was proving something to himself and Liu Qianyu.

Tian Yichen saw that An Jiu didn't answer, but just looked at him seriously.

"I want to know, what do you think, An Jiu?"

"Your Majesty is right. Although An Jiu does not understand love, he knows that true love is hard to come by. An Jiu is just curious. What will Your Majesty think when he sees the Prime Minister at the morning court tomorrow?"

Tian Yichen looked embarrassed and gave a bitter smile, but the complex emotions in his eyes were difficult to conceal.

Tian Yichen lay down and covered himself with a brocade quilt with cloud patterns.

"Nothing, it's getting late, I'm going to rest."

Liu Qianyu nodded obediently.

"Yes, your majesty, have a sweet dream."

She also lay down on the small couch next to the dragon bed, glanced at Tian Yichen, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Tian Yichen turned his head and gazed at Liu Qianyu's quiet and beautiful sleeping face beside the bed.

He seemed to feel an invisible hand tightly gripping his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

But this feeling made him greedy, and he wanted to embrace the boy in front of him and make him his own.

As the dawn broke, a faint paleness appeared in the sky, and the palace was already a busy scene.

In Yuqing Palace, Tian Yichen slowly opened his eyes. After tossing and turning all night, he looked a little tired.

It was the first time that he suffered from insomnia after having An Jiu sleep beside him.

But thinking of the upcoming morning court session, he had to force himself to get up and change his clothes.

Wearing a dragon robe and a golden crown, Tian Yichen stood in front of the bronze mirror, gazing at the handsome face in the mirror. He then glanced at An Jiu who was having breakfast happily beside him, and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

What's the point of having good looks? She couldn't even make An Jiu like her. Haha, she's not even as attractive as the food in the imperial kitchen.

He was confused and sighed softly.

But he still waited obediently for his little Anjiu to finish his breakfast before turning around and walking out of the bedroom and heading to the Zichen Palace to prepare for the morning court.

Inside the Purple Palace, the ministers were already lined up waiting, and the atmosphere was heavy and solemn.

Tian Yichen walked into the hall, and all the ministers knelt and saluted, and the cheers of "Long live the emperor" were deafening.

He slowly stepped onto the dragon throne, glanced at the ministers below, and finally stopped at the Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister, Li Wenbo, is about fifty years old and has a gaunt face.

He took a step forward, bowed, and then spoke slowly.

"Your Majesty, I dare to make a suggestion. Your Majesty has been on the throne for more than seven years, and there are only more than 20 concubines in the harem. Your Majesty rarely visits them, which is not good for the succession of the royal family. I implore Your Majesty to hold a wide selection of candidates to prolong the royal lineage and stabilize the foundation of the country."

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister is right. Your Majesty should be considerate of the people and hold a large number of selections to continue the royal bloodline."

Imperial Censor Wang Mingde stepped out and spoke in a loud voice, obviously supporting this matter very much.

"Yes, Your Majesty, offspring are the foundation of the country and must be taken seriously."

The Minister of Revenue Zhang Siyuan also spoke immediately afterwards, his words were earnest.

"Your Majesty, we second the motion. The matter of the selection of the best candidates cannot be delayed. I hope Your Majesty will make a wise decision."

All the ministers discussed it and responded one after another.

For a moment, voices of agreement rose and fell in the Zichen Hall, as if the talent show had become what everyone wanted.

Tian Yichen frowned, feeling inexplicably irritated.

He looked at the Prime Minister. The plot in the book last night lingered in his mind like a nightmare.

When the emperor saw the Prime Minister's passionate eyes looking at him, he knew that the old Prime Minister wanted him to participate in the selection.

But when I remembered the movie "The Unspeakable Secret of the Prime Minister and the Emperor" that I watched last night, I suddenly felt a chill all over my body and shivered.

This bastard Zhao Shunan, what kind of crap is he looking for?

He is either the Prime Minister, a general, a royal guard, or the top scholar, so how can he face the court officials in the future?

Will you be able to call out the words "My dear" in the future?