Quick Transmigration: Pangu is Actually My Brother

Chapter 522 The Tyrant's Little Palace Maid (3)

"Forget-Me-Not, who are you talking to?"

"Your Majesty, this wretched thing, Lanxiang seems to be dead." Only then did Wangyou realize the person on the ground.

Eunuch Pan quickly led his men to clear the area, and soon only Wangyou and the Tyrant remained.

"Your Majesty, this is the thing that spoke to Lanxiang. I caught it, but I don't know what to do with it."

"This is the system?"

"It should be, the voices are exactly the same."

Feng Qingchen's face was full of complicated emotions. Since his rebirth, he had been thinking about how to get rid of this strange thing. For this reason, he had asked people everywhere to find a master who was a hermit. But he never expected that it would be solved so easily.

"By the way, Your Majesty, I just interrogated it, and it turns out it has high-quality seeds that can yield a thousand catties per mu."

Feng Qingchen recalled a similar incident in his previous life, but the subsequent developments were beyond his control.

"Can you destroy it?" Feng Qingchen asked with a hint of expectation.

There was no way around it; his previous life had been too tragic. Even knowing that this thing would be of great use in this life, he dared not keep it, lest someone else be bewitched again someday.

"I don't know how to kill it, but I can sense that this thing is afraid of me, so I'll put it in my pocket and carry it with me!"

"Alright, just tell me what you need, or I'll appoint you as the Grand Preceptor!" Feng Qingchen thought this powerful weapon was actually quite good.

"Then forget it. The title of Imperial Advisor is too big for me to bear. But Your Majesty, could you help me find my parents and brother?"

"Okay." Feng Qingchen didn't insist and nodded in agreement.

Then, Wangyou stopped even grinding ink and started extorting the so-called strategy system every day to get it to produce something. The first thing it produced was naturally high-yield grain seeds.

Feng Qingchen immediately sent people to plant it. This grain can really yield a thousand catties per mu. If the people can all plant it, then they will have a chance to survive the natural disasters a few years from now.

However, this strategy system has quite a few good things. Later, it also came up with recipes for glass, cement, crossbows, landmines, and so on. But that's about it; it can't offer anything too high-dimensional.

Wangyou has now become the mascot of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The palace maids and eunuchs are all very polite to her. When she has nothing to do, Wangyou studies the system. When the system can no longer produce anything, Wangyou dismantles it.

She saw a huge shopping mall panel, but all the items on it were grayed out and unavailable for purchase. Even if she could buy Forget-Me-Not, she wouldn't, because most of the items sold in the mall were flashy but impractical.

Things like "eyes as clear as autumn water" and "skin as smooth as cream" were quite impressive, but Wangyou also learned a lot. Not only could these things grow on the human body, but they could also be sold. She just didn't know if these things were their own or taken from others.

After the system was dismantled, its consciousness completely collapsed after undergoing a final torment, leaving behind a panel and a pile of pill bottles.

These pills are also quite shady. Some are for getting pregnant, others for getting pregnant with a girl, and still others are for getting pregnant with a dragon and a phoenix. The most outrageous ones are things like obedience potion, aphrodisiac pill, love-at-first-sight pill, and love-for-three-life pill. They all sound very unreliable.

Therefore, Wangyou felt that since she was shocked, the tyrant should also be shocked.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, look! What is this?"

"It came from the system."

"Well, I dismantled the system, and it couldn't produce any more. In the end, all that was left were these strange things." Wangyou put all the pill bottles on the table.

Feng Qingchen picked it up to examine it, and the more he looked, the uglier his expression became. The effects of these things were so similar to his reactions after losing control in his previous life. The more he thought about it, the tyrant's expression became even uglier.

Wangyou suddenly sensed that the atmosphere was not good, so she timidly slipped out and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"Wangyou, why are you out here? Where is His Majesty?"

"His Majesty is reviewing memorials inside. By the way, Aunt Qiu, what delicious food is served in the Imperial Kitchen today?"

"Is all you remembering is eating?"

"In this life, when it comes to food and drink, you can compromise on anything but food," Wangyou said confidently.

"Miss Wangyou, if only you could share half of your passion for food with His Majesty," Aunt Qiu said helplessly.

Why would I have designs on His Majesty?

"Alright, never mind. Go to the Imperial Study and see what good food they have." Aunt Qiu waved her hand wearily.

"Oh, then I'm off." Wangyou ran straight to the imperial kitchen.

How could Wangyou not know what Aunt Qiu meant? Of course she did. Although everyone in Zuixianglou tried their best to keep Wangyou from seeing those things, she must have known something after being exposed to them for more than ten years. But, she had no feelings for His Majesty, so why did she need to know?

Eating an extra plate of food is better than paying attention to His Majesty; she has no desire to be one of the three thousand concubines in the harem.

Halfway through her walk, Wangyou reached for some snacks and found a book. Suddenly, she remembered that she had forgotten to give this book to His Majesty. This book, "The Art of War," should be useful on the battlefield.

Between going to the Imperial Study and going to the Imperial Kitchen, Wangyou hesitated for two seconds before decisively heading to the Imperial Kitchen. It wouldn't be too late to go there after she had eaten and drunk her fill.

Wangyou always felt that their emperor's reaction was somewhat like that of a reborn person in the storybook brought by the system. After all, if a normal person saw those messy pills, their first reaction would be to feel strange, but the tyrant's first reaction was to be angry.

Wangyou quickly shook her head, knowing she couldn't think about it anymore. What was a mere palace maid like her worrying about the emperor's affairs?

Upon arriving at the imperial kitchen, Wangyou greeted Eunuch Liu with practiced ease and then sat down to wait for the meal to be served.

After eating and drinking her fill, Wangyou returned to find that the pile of pills was gone, and His Majesty had returned to normal. Wangyou happily handed over the book.

"Your Majesty, I've taken a look at this copy of Sun Tzu's Art of War, and it seems very suitable for use on the battlefield. Your Majesty should also take a look."

Why didn't you take it out just now?

"I forgot." Even though he was wrong, he was still quite assertive.

"You're just taking advantage of the fact that I'm not angry with you, aren't you!"

"Your Majesty, you are wise and mighty, how could you possibly stoop to the level of a mere palace maid like me? It would be beneath you!" Wangyou continued with a playful smile.

"Here, take a look!" Feng Qingchen smiled and handed a stack of papers to Wangyou.

"Your Majesty, what is this?"

"Where your family members are now."

"We found it." Wangyou thought for a moment, then quickly took the information. It had only taken six months to find it.

"Well, it's true that your family never gave up on you. They kept looking for you, so it was easy for the people I sent out to find them."

"Where are they now?"

"It's all up there, see for yourself!"

"Oh." Wangyou obediently flipped through the pages herself, and after she finished, she realized that she really lived close to her family.