Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed! Chapter 110: Has the System Recovered?

Early the next morning during breakfast, Su Juan was obviously distracted, her mind filled with last night’s dream.

Duke Ping had prepared plenty of her favorite dishes, but seeing her barely eating made him frown, "Girl, don’t these suit your taste?"

Su Juan finally snapped back to reality, shaking her head, "No, I just had many dreams last night, probably from not being used to the bed, didn’t sleep well."

Duke Ping chuckled, "Then stay at the Duke Mansion for a while longer, you’ll get used to it over ti."

Just then, Xie Xun finally got up and walked over, his steps slower than usual, clearly because his backside still hurt from last night’s beating.

Seeing Su Juan, he complained, "Young Master here got twenty strokes because of you, yet you heartless little thing didn’t co to check on all night."

Though the twenty strokes were not a big deal, seeing Su Juan still there indicated she didn’t leave last night, and yet throughout the long night, she didn’t think of checking on him.

Su Juan’s gaze fell on his backside, "n and won should maintain their distance, how could a young lady like go to your courtyard in the dead of night?"

[Xie Xun’s backside seems a bit bigger than yesterday, hasn’t subsided yet?]

Duke Ping looked at her with a complex expression, why does this little grand-niece always stare at soone’s backside?

Xie Xun sat down on a chair, blocking Su Juan’s gaze, glaring at her with a grudging look, "A young lady shouldn’t go to a man’s courtyard late at night, but it’s okay to stare at a man’s backside?"

Su Juan coughed lightly and withdrew her gaze, "No, I was just concerned about you."

[I was just concerned about your backside, didn’t expect it to be quite big, seems like the old Emperor was quite fierce with those twenty strokes.]

Xie Xun’s heart sank, feeling those twenty strokes were in vain.

He bowed his head to drink the porridge, but then Su Juan’s voice ca again beside his ears...

[If he ties a woman’s hair bun and goes to Baihua Building to play a tune, he could rival Miss Xian Yun.]

"Cough—cough cough!" Xie Xun choked on his porridge right on the spot.

He coughed with his face turning red, what nonsense!

Comparing Young Master with the girls from the Baihua Building?

What kind of looks does he, Young Master Xie, have that the old fla of Song Qianfan in Baihua Building can compare to?

What kind of vision does Su Juan have, is she blind?

[Don’t even need rouge, look at how red his face is, like a peach blossom!]

Xie Xun: "..."

He looked at Duke Ping, watching the fun, with an unkind gaze: Old man, you brought her back, aren’t you going to control her?

Duke Ping spoke up for Su Juan, "Look at how much Su Juan cares about you."

Xie Xun: Cares about Young Master’s backside!?

Duke Ping’s eyes were accusatory: What’s the matter with letting a girl look a few tis, why so squeamish, even the Minister of War didn’t say anything.

Xie Xun was frustrated: Isn’t Young Master’s backside also a backside?

Su Juan sighed in thought, [Actually, having a big backside is a good thing because after all, in so things he can’t do, this kind of makes up for it in another way.]

Xie Xun: ??? What can’t be done?

He couldn’t quite grasp the aning of this.

Duke Ping also looked at his son, what can’t be done?

Su Juan calmly drank the porridge in her bowl, [A big backside can win quite a few people over.]

Xie Xun’s temple throbbed, who’s trying to be likable!?

[After all, it feels nice to pat!]

Xie Xun: "?!"

Thanks a lot for your praise of Young Master’s backside.

Su Juan reached out to pick so dishes, but just as her chopsticks were about to land, Xie Xun snatched it away. She turned to pick sothing else, but Xie Xun took that too. After several attempts, Su Juan realized Xie Xun was holding a grudge.

[So petty, just looked at your backside a couple of tis, not like I’m interested in anyone else’s.]

Seeing that the two were about to start a chopstick battle, Duke Ping had to intervene to ease the tension, "Today is a day off, I have so matters to attend to at the palace, you take Su Juan around the mansion, or out if you want."

He said this while glaring at his son, warning with his gaze: Don’t take Su Juan to any inappropriate places.

Don’t think he doesn’t know, Xie Xun is always taking Su Juan and Liu Xuan to the brothel, almost corrupting her. Look at Su Juan, almost turning into a drunkard now.

Knowing Duke Ping was going to the palace, likely to see the Empress, Xie Xun waved his hand, "Got it, got it."

That day, right after Duke Ping got into his carriage, Xie Xun was as lively as ever, dressed flamboyantly, shaking his fan, ready to head out, treating Duke Ping’s words as if they went in one ear and out the other.

Su Juan looked at his attire, from the way his hair was tied, to the materials of his clothes, the accessories around his waist, and even the boots on his feet, it was clear they were all incredibly expensive.

[The Xie Family... truly wealthy.]

Xie Xun shook his fan, his eyes narrowing with a smile, the wealth accumulated by the Xie Family over generations naturally ant they were rich.

[If it weren’t for Xie Xun squandering it, the Xie Family’s wealth would probably last several lifetis.]

Xie Xun’s fan-shaking gesture stilled, his gaze fell on Su Juan, what squandering, this is called living reasonably, what’s the point of hoarding money?

[With wealth and power, having produced three Empresses, it’s fortunate Xie Xun is an uneducated playboy, otherwise, the Xie Family might not last until Song Qianfan ascended the throne.]

Xie Xun was slightly stunned, Song Qianfan ascended... not Prince Han, nor Prince Jing.

Su Juan, lost in thought, recalled last night’s dream, which was sothing she had truly seen through the system: Xie Xun in rags, tethered by an officer on horseback, looking like a miserable sick dog.

The image gradually overlapped with his current lavishly dressed, ostentatious deanor.

Su Juan’s heart suddenly felt stifled, back then, she wasn’t familiar with Miao Qing, Duke Ping, Xie Xun, Song Qianhang, and Liu Xuan, and she hadn’t even spoken to Liu Xuan.

Before, she thought of this as a fictional parallel world, only needing to complete tasks, it didn’t matter who died or how many died, because these people had no relation to her.

But now, thinking that they would all ultimately head down the destined path, Su Juan felt unbearably sad, unable to be happy, her emotions dipping a little low.

Each person before her was flesh and blood, she couldn’t see them as ordinary people from a fictional parallel world anymore.

Su Juan had never felt such a strong desire to change everyone’s fate, wanting a wise ruler in the world, and peace across the land.

"Zzz—Zzzz—Zzz—"

Su Juan was slightly startled, [System?]

[The system has recovered?]

Xie Xun paused in his steps, turning back to look at Su Juan, system?

Is it the Divine Artifact that allows Su Juan to foresee the future?

Su Juan stopped, eagerly opening the panel to check the system, but to her disappointnt, it was still not repaired, however, she found that the task panel had changed...

A progress bar for virtuous ministers had erged on the system panel.

Even the task list had changed: New Emperor Ascends, World Peace.

Su Juan was stunned, opening it to see clearly several nas appear on the list, [Collect Virtuous Ministers?]

Xie Xun: "?"