I Heard the Power Minister Wants to Go Straight

Moonlight was like silver, falling onto the blue-brick ground, as if a layer of frost had formed. Shu Changyu sat […]

Early spring in the second month, grass grows and orioles fly. It was said that the newly appointed top scholar,

“Your son pays respects to Father Emperor. I wish Father Emperor good health and longevity.” Only when this youth—who was

“I see all the people of the world; they are all bones molded from clay. Only your bones, Respectful Minister,

In his previous life, Shu Changyu had been deceived by Emperor Qian Ning’s appearance. Although he was physically weak, he

The next day was the day Shu Changyu officially took office. At present, he rose early in the morning to

Consort Hui had been living quite comfortably these past few days. Litchi from Lingnan had just come into season. Officials

The next morning, as Kongqing saw Shu Changyu off to his carriage, he looked like he wanted to say something

The next day, when Shu Changyu arrived at Luming Palace, Jing Mu was not standing at the entrance of the

The night before, when Shu Changyu returned home, he asked about the pastries. “You were drunk last night, Young Master!”

During the few days he didn’t go to Luming Palace, Shu Changyu had not been idle either. After leaving Luming

After returning to the manor, Shu Changyu went to Madam Li’s place to look for a parrot stand. Madam Li

“You’re saying the Minister of Rites, Ye, went to look for Shu Changyu?” The Empress leaned lazily on the couch

That day, Shu Changyu returned to the manor carrying a suppressed irritation in his heart, only to see two kites

Jing Mu knew this little troublemaking brat. As Consort Hui, as a mother, she was a rather free-spirited person. Jing

That brat Jing Cong had broken the kite he had given Jing Mu, causing Jing Mu to be punished by

After hearing Shu Changyu’s question, Sitiao answered without a second thought, smiling brightly, “That’s right. She used to serve in

The next morning, Jing Kuang was about to drag Jing Cong out. Who would have thought Jing Cong was like

The ritual of floating wine cups along a winding stream on the Shangsi Festival was an elegant custom from ancient

Old matters—things Shu Changyu had long since gone over in his mind countless times—were already settled in his heart. Looking