Fake Eunuch: Discovering the Emperor is a Woman!-Chapter 120: The Empress’s Injury (Additional - 16)

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: The Empress’s Injury (Additional Chapter 16)

At this moment, Lin Yi, since it was getting late, went straight back inside the Imperial Palace.

In the Imperial Study Room, when he saw Lin Yi, the young Emperor asked him with a smile, "How was your day today?"

At the same time, his face bore a look of someone watching a play.

Clearly, he knew that Lin Yi’s venture out this time would surely end in failure.

After all, those six departments were once entirely under the control of the Fourth Prince.

And recklessly stepping into it without hitting a few bumps and bleeding a bit would clearly be unrealistic.

Who would have thought Lin Yi would sit down in front of the young Emperor, huffing angrily, then pick up his teacup and gulped a sip with a "gulp."

But no sooner had he sipped it than he spat it out with a "pfft."

This instantly made the young Emperor quite angry.

If you’re going to drink tea, drink it, why would you spit it out?

Could it be that you disdain the cup because it smells of my mouth?

Then, Lin Yi, with an embarrassed smile on his face, hurriedly wiped it up and explained,

"Hey, it wasn’t on purpose. It’s just the tea; if you’re going to drink it, why add onions, ginger, and garlic? The taste is really strange."

Who could have expected the young Emperor to glare fiercely at him:

"This tea has always been like this, what’s so strange about it? Moreover, the tea I drink is of the highest quality, specially supplied. Could it be worse than those available outside?"

Lin Yi clearly knew the Emperor had misunderstood, so he quickly waved his hands and explained,

"No, no, you misunderstood. I meant the way this tea is prepared is wrong. How about this, have someone bring a few pounds of fresh tea leaves later, and I will personally roast them for you."

This piqued the young Emperor’s curiosity, and putting down his writing brush, he asked in astonishment,

"Oh? You know how to roast tea?"

Hearing this, Lin Yi suddenly had a look of being underestimated and disdainfully said,

"Tsk, Your Majesty, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, and that’s not all I’m capable of. Later tonight, I can show you."

As he said this, his gaze mischievously swept over the young Emperor, and he earnestly asked,

"Oh, by the way, Your Majesty, would you also consider yourself a practitioner of Martial Arts?"

Hearing this question and seeing Lin Yi’s serious expression, the young Emperor nodded slightly,

"I suppose I am. Why do you ask?"

After hearing this, Lin Yi ponderingly nodded:

"Ah, that’s good, I heard that those who practice Martial Arts have powerful Inner Strength, capable of expelling it from their bodies. This way, there’s no worry about failing to completely transform into a human."

After hearing this remark, the young Emperor was immediately taken aback, furrowing his brows and pondering the meaning behind Lin Yi’s words.

But ponder as he might, he couldn’t understand what Lin Yi was implying, just seeing the malicious smile on his face, he knew it was nothing good.

After all, how could anything pleasant come out of this rascal’s mouth?

So with annoyance, he shot Lin Yi a glare and directly asked him about the events of the day.

Without hiding anything, Lin Yi recounted everything that had happened from start to finish.

At this moment, it was time for dinner, and after all the dishes were served, Lin Yi was about to pick up his chopsticks.

After all, he remembered yesterday’s event, where he was supposed to test the food for poison for this young Emperor.

He didn’t know what the Empress was thinking—what if he really ingested poison and died? Would that not turn her into a young widow?

Of course, these thoughts were just that, thoughts, and certainly not to be voiced aloud.

Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks, the Emperor’s voice suddenly rang out, interrupting his action:

"Little Lin, go to the Imperial Kitchen yourself and bring me some wine."

Although Lin Yi didn’t understand the Emperor’s intentions, as wine had already been delivered, why must he fetch it himself?

Nevertheless, despite his confusion, he reluctantly stood up and headed to the Imperial Kitchen.

After all, the person requesting was the Emperor, and with outsiders present, he naturally had to save his face.

However, just as Lin Yi left, the Emperor immediately signaled to the young Palace Maid.

Upon seeing this, she understood his intentions and promptly went forward, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and started eating from the plates.

By the time Lin Yi returned, he saw that the Emperor indeed hadn’t moved and was just waiting for him.

This caused Lin Yi to shake his head helplessly, placing the wine jar beside the Emperor and began to pick up his own chopsticks to eat.

Seeing Lin Yi’s disheartened expression, the Emperor couldn’t help but let out a playful smile, feeling incredibly pleased inside.

After Lin Yi had tasted everything, the Emperor then gestured for Lin Yi to pour him a cup of wine.

But as Lin Yi picked up the new jar of wine he brought, the Emperor immediately interrupted him,

"Forget it, let’s not waste. The jar that’s already open will do, let’s drink from that one."

Seeing Lin Yi about to explode, the Emperor was even more delighted—he had often said that he enjoyed seeing Lin Yi wanting to deal with him but being helpless to do so.

After all, Lin Yi always carried himself with such arrogance.

Especially his mouth, which often mocked the Emperor.

And as an Emperor, shouldn’t he care about saving face?

After the meal, only the two of them remained in the Imperial Study Room, and the Emperor’s next words immediately charged Lin Yi’s spirits.

"Her Majesty the Empress’s injuries have almost healed."

Hearing this, Lin Yi was momentarily stunned, then quickly realized the implication behind the Emperor’s words, which instantly invigorated him.

Indeed, these past few days, he had genuinely missed her.

If it hadn’t been for the Emperor spoiling his plans last time, he might have had a good exchange with Her Majesty these past few days.

These thoughts, of course, did not escape the Emperor, who in a moment glared, lifted his foot, and kicked towards Lin Yi.

But Lin Yi was not the same as before; his step was much faster now.

With just an easy sidestep, he smoothly dodged the Emperor’s attack.

Seeing his kick missed, the Emperor’s desire to fight surged, and he immediately assumed a stance, ready to have a grand battle with Lin Yi.

And outside the room, the Palace Maids and eunuchs suddenly heard a clatter of noise emanating from the Imperial Study Room.

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