Who Touched My Tail!

1.5

1.5 – If you think about it, you'll die, can't close your eyes

translator: xiin

When Xue Ling arrived, the emperor who was watching the show from the back naturally also came forth. There was a call of "the Emperor has arrived", and everyone knelt down as one to pay their respects.

Xue Ling followed suit and knelt down as well. His facial expression remained the same and he looked particularly gentle and respectful, but inwardly he was cursing the emperor to death.

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"Rise, beloved ministers." The emperor's laughter was hearty. He was a middle-aged man with a magnificent face. The years had left traces on his eyes and eyebrows, but they did not detract from the dignity of the man who represented country at all.

Xue Ling seemed to see a huge golden dragon circling behind him. This emperor's luck was not inferior to that of this world's son of fate, the protagonist shou.

But, this had nothing to do with Xue Ling's mission. Xue Ling would not look into other people's luck.

Demons also had their own brand of honour and dignity; this was a point that Xue Ling insisted on.

"In today's Palace examination, I(朕) played a little trick in order to see what means our beloved ministers would employ in order to enter the palace. I cannot help but admire the young men who are able to write such articles." The emperor was full of smiles, and if Xue Ling hadn't known that he would follow up with an attack, he would not have been able to see through the mask to the emperor's real attitude.

Being an emperor indeed required excellent acting ability.

The young people below all laughed. After all, they were all at the age of complacency, and not only had they reached the final examination that the emperor personally presided over, they had already obtained some measure of fame and success. The emperor praised them so much that several people felt like they were floating.

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Duan Xuyang did not know why, but he started feeling uneasy in his heart.

"The articles our dear ministers submitted have been carefully read through. Some of the ideas on governing the country have benefitted me(朕) a lot. I have prepared two articles here for you to read through in detail."

Generally, the imperial examination definitely did not progress like this, but everything was done according to the emperor's will. His subjects naturally did not dare to have any doubts, so when the palace workers presented the first article, Xue Ling opened it with his hands and quivered as he realized that it was Duan Xuyang's article.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, making the little eunuch who sent him the article turn a little red, his entire body wavering as he retreated.

Reading articles took time. It was particularly silent inside the great hall, to the point where even a dropped needle would be clearly heard.

Xue Ling read the article along with everyone else, and the more he read, the paler his face became. The system that was settled on his shoulder, upon seeing him standing unsteadily like a thin sheet of paper and looking like he wanted to stand strong, but couldn't because his heart was too tired, too heart-broken, suddenly felt that its host's acting abilities were really too good – it had to give a perfect score! Xue Ling even occasionally sent Duan Xuyang regretful, hating iron for not being steel glances.