My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 776 - 440: Disguised Private Visit Package_2

Chapter 776: Chapter 440: Disguised Private Visit Package_2

Time was tight, but with the control of the Summit Metropolitan Office over the nearby area, the implementation was naturally no problem.

The recent improvement in the lives of the nearby commoners was actually due to Master Sun - yet the commoners didn’t know that. Their good days were, of course, attributed to the Emperor’s "diligent, loving governance." Furthermore, this "trek with the emperor" was a lifesaver for the nearby people!

In no time, the absurd, incompetent emperor’s popularity skyrocketed among the people near Copper Gorge.

All the emperor heard during his disguised private visits were the genuine praises of the common folks, and they had no idea that the person in front of them was the emperor!

Then, around noon, the climax of the "disguised private visit package" arrived: punishing corrupt officials!

A petty official in charge of the taxes on a street was the distant relative of the County Magistrate. This bully was corrupt and domineering in the market and just "happened" to be caught by the Emperor.

The Emperor, furious, felt even more empathetic than the oppressed commoners - you thief, the tax money you embezzle is my own!

Just so, the petty official was still jumping and daring to be rude to the Emperor. The Emperor couldn’t wait to reveal his identity, and punished both the petty official and the County Magistrate. The surrounding people knelt and cheered in unison!

The pleasure of this whole process... was a brand new version the emperor had never experienced before! By the time Abner Lane and Owen Bertram arrived, and knelt, crying "I’ve arrived late to protect the Emperor!" the emperor had made up his mind - I am not leaving!

Just now, I overheard a few scholars discussing in a teahouse that I have a "revitalizing" presence, resembling the Great Ancestor, with the potential of a "War God Emperor." They seem to be part of some "Cloud Poetry Society" and want to observe me further, and then write poems and lyrics to praise my "bravery"!

So, no matter what, I cannot return to the capital now. If I return, I will be locked up in the Imperial City, without any chance to prove my bravery to my people! I don’t care about false reputation; the main thing is that I can’t disappoint my subjects!

The emperor obediently followed Master Lane, who had come to protect him, back to the Flying Carriage Palace. Once seated, he said solemnly, "Lane, you can go back first. I have decided that I can’t return to the capital for the time being."

Abner Lane, startled, shot a secretive glance at a certain subordinate.

On the way, the emperor had already thought of all the excuses he would need, and immediately raised his hand to silence Abner Lane, who wanted to make objections, saying, "Listen to me, Lane. If I go back now, it will be highly disadvantageous for Master Dunn’s reform policies. Those conservative ministers will surely come crying to me. They might not have bad intentions, and they’re also my ministers. I can’t simply ignore them.

Moreover, once the disputes reach me, those royal court officials will surely vie to speak up, consuming energy and time, putting considerable constraints on Master Dunn. So, I cannot return until Master Dunn has cleared the Imperial Court of deep-rooted malpractices. Returning would just hinder Master Dunn."

Hearing these rational words, Abner Lane was dumbfounded! No, the fact that the Emperor could speak so fluently was already shocking to him.

For a moment, Abner Lane even doubted: Has my emperor changed?

Then he inadvertently noticed that after saying all these things, the emperor sneaked a guilty look at his nephew the fifth prince. He understood: my emperor is still my emperor!

Abner Lane didn’t answer, and the emperor continued, "I also know that those old fellows in the royal court will definitely ask the Empress for help. I have my own ways to deal with it, and Master Dunn need not worry either. Focus on the reform and new policies."

On the way, the fifth prince had already given the emperor an idea: write a letter to the Empress detailing his experiences during the inspection, the rise in his reputation among the people, and the elevation of his reputation among the literati. Request the Empress to understand the emperor’s desire to win honor for the ancestors.

It should be enough to persuade the Empress.

Furthermore, the fifth prince planned to discreetly instruct Master Sun to have Lord Liam whisper to the Empress on her side. It shouldn’t be too hard to deal with the Empress.

After hearing the emperor’s reasoning, Master Lane summed it up in a nutshell: I haven’t had enough fun, I won’t go back! I’ll take care of the Empress; you do whatever you were doing!

"This matter is significant, and I... dare not make the decision on my own," Abner Lane said. "I will report everything to the court elders, and let them decide."

After leaving the emperor, Master Lane grabbed his subordinate and whispered, "Can you guarantee the emperor’s safety?"

Owen Bertram swore to the heavens, "you don’t have to worry about His Majesty’s life and death!"

Abner Lane sighed deeply, released his collar, and left without a word. The next day, Master Lane bade farewell to the Emperor and returned to the capital alone. Halfway through the journey, Master Lane suddenly screamed, "This little rascal!"

"He’s not just scheming against the emperor but me as well!"

Master Lane rushed over with a bitter laugh, and with a single swipe of his sword, repelled the Bronze Ancient Coffin - the latter was one of the three sources of power in Copper Gorge. With the retreat of the coffin, the activity of Copper Gorge would undoubtedly decrease, and the pressure on the Summit Metropolitan Office would sharply drop.

Having resolved such a massive problem, Owen Bertram didn’t have to let the emperor take risks anymore - but am I your tool, as a formidable seventh-level being!?

Master Lane was furious, and on the spot, he wanted to go back and beat that rascal. But moments later, he shook his head with a bitter smile. If even the Emperor and his uncle had become "tools" of this kid, then thinking about it, he felt a lot better.

"Forget it," Master Lane couldn’t help but complain. "What a troublesome little rascal."