My Husband Is Not Easy To Mess With. - Chapter 47: Needs Psychological Counseling
Chapter 47: Needs Psychological Counseling
Nie Yao hadn’t made any preparations.
Foreign envoys who came had to stay in dilapidated houses and eat large steamed buns. Besides that, he wouldn’t supply anything.
How could he have the nerve to mention such a shabby arrangement?
Nie Yao originally didn’t intend to say anything.
He was a man of action.
It didn’t matter what others thought or saw, but wasn’t it because no one dared to speak up today? He had no choice but to casually toss out a topic, urging the others to quickly get to the point and speak up.
They absolutely couldn’t let those messy affairs pile up, spoil, and rot.
If they really waited until everything came to light to start dealing with them, that would be a huge headache.
“Your Majesty, your servant only needs three thousand taels of silver to complete this task!”
Heh heh, with his tactic of making them stay in broken houses and eat steamed buns, three thousand taels was indeed enough. Just think of past receptions for envoys—which time didn’t cost millions of taels of silver?
Those foreign envoys were incredibly picky.
A slight dissatisfaction would cause them to fly into a rage.
Especially those from the Yuan Kingdom, who, relying on their nation’s strength being greater than theirs, would look down on them with their nostrils every time they came. They’d arrogantly demand this and that, and then still say they were stingy.
It was truly infuriating!
“Not bad.” Even though Nie Yao’s plan was less than stellar, Du Suilan could still praise, “Minister Nie spares no effort for Great Yu, truly a loyal subject.”
“Attendant, bestow Minister Nie with ten thousand taels of gold!”
At these words.
All the court officials were shocked.
Even the military official who had been dozing with his eyes closed suddenly opened them upon hearing the words “ten thousand taels of gold,” then showed a look of pleasant surprise, grinning to reveal his bright white teeth.
Great! Their superior was rich!
When court adjourned later, he would definitely treat them to a meal at the Delicacy Tower, right?
Ah ha ha ha ha!!!
Nie Yao received the glances of the crowd and knew exactly what they meant without needing to think. Although he felt a little pained, he still agreed to their request.
But they couldn’t just eat for free.
Since these guys were idle anyway, why not just have them clean up the stuff on the floor?
Get it clean.
Lest it offend people’s eyes.
— Understood!
Upon receiving the secret command, the military officials, now with something to do, were no longer sleepy. They rolled up their sleeves, tucked their bothersome official robes into their waistbands.
Smiling and gesturing, they silently and tacitly began cleaning up the court.
Perhaps their relaxed state was contagious, as the strongly shaken civil officials also slowly relaxed. Before long, they entered their working state, reporting on the accumulated affairs of the past few days.
In the afternoon.
The court meeting finally ended.
Nie Yao took out his purse, counted out three thousand taels in silver notes, and summoned a reliable military official, instructing him to take his brothers out for a good meal.
“This much?” The military official was stunned upon receiving the silver notes. “My Lord, did you miscount? This is three thousand taels!”
It was indeed three thousand taels.
Nie Yao had been forced to take so much money by his wife and felt like he was practically flowing with wealth.
He patted the official’s shoulder, “Alright, go eat. I couldn’t help it, my husband at home insisted on giving me a lot of money and told me I absolutely had to spend it all… I’m busy today, so I guess it benefits you guys this one time.”
So that was it!
The military official, who only received two qian of silver as pocket money each month, was instantly envious.
The three thousand taels of silver notes were pocketed in a second.
“Don’t worry, My Lord! I guarantee I’ll take the brothers out for a good meal and good drinks! We absolutely won’t let Madam be disappointed!”
If his wife were treating, she wouldn’t be so stingy.
To save face for his wife, Nie Yao counted out another three thousand taels for the military official.
“Alright, hurry up and go! If you don’t go, give the money back!”
Nie Yao kicked the official, not using much force, and muttered, “Don’t think about trying to trick me out of money with a few flattering words again. Scram! Hurry up and scram!”
The subordinate, who had exactly that intention but hadn’t had a chance to speak, bared his teeth.
He brushed the dust off his clothes and quickly ran.
“Wait, come back!” Nie Yao didn’t want to exchange money for a few impractical sweet words from his subordinate—it wasn’t worth it, and he didn’t like listening to them. But his wife might like it.
So he took out two small silver melon seeds.
“If you see my husband another day, remember to speak sweetly. Tell those big louts to go home and read some books, to look at how those eloquent civil officials praise people, and learn from them. The benefits won’t be few, understand?”
The meaning was: praise the Madam more and you’ll get a reward, right!
The Madam was rich and generous, much more lavish than their Lord.
Although they didn’t like reading, they all felt this was a job worth doing.
Everyone who heard clapped their chests in agreement.
“Rest assured, My Lord! We will go back and study now. We’ll definitely let Madam see that we also have a teeny bit of ink in us!”
They spoke with great conviction.
However, Nie Yao didn’t hold much expectation for this, waving his hand to tell them to hurry up and leave.
The military official, having gotten the money, scampered off quickly.
Nie Yao stood in place.
He weighed his somewhat thinner purse, sighed silently, and tucked it back in.
He waited for a while at the palace gate.
Du Suilan, having changed out of his dragon robe, slowly walked out.
In the past, he would bounce and stick himself onto Nie Yao as soon as he saw him, but this time he didn’t.
Du Suilan silently looked at Nie Yao.
Nie Yao walked over and proactively picked him up, hanging him on his body.
He rubbed his face against his and asked in a low voice with concern, “What’s wrong, Wife? Still unhappy?”
His husband was still so gentle.
Du Suilan straightened his beautiful lips, his voice slightly nasal, “Husband, I killed people.”
“Are you referring to those whose heads the Imperial Guards took off today?”
“Mhm. Will Husband dislike me?”
So that’s what he was worried about.
Nie Yao felt it was a huge improvement that his wife had even a slight reservation because of this. He reassured his wife, “Bad people aren’t worthy of sympathy.”
He knew that those people had more or less done some dirty deeds.
From their perspective, some things might be trivial. But for the common people, every single thing they did to them was a disaster.
To them, the common people were like ants.
The self-proclaimed noble devils didn’t care about the lives of ants at all.
“Wife, sometimes killing isn’t a bad thing. My Madam is the Emperor, and it is your duty to call for justice for the people and eliminate the tyrants who oppress them!”
“You did very well.”
“So, don’t have any psychological burden. Hmm?”
He thought his wife was worried because he had gah-le (killed) people.
Actually, no.
Du Suilan was very happy to send those who didn’t know their place to their deaths.
Killing them only brought him pleasure.
As for panic and worry?
It was merely concern that his husband would find him cruel because of it.
“But I sent so many people away at once, and right in front of all the officials.” Du Suilan buried his face in Nie Yao’s body, using this to conceal the delight in his eyes.
He tested him with a pitiful tone: “I’m so scared. What if you dislike me, Husband? I just… ended their lives so casually.”
“Do you mean… you should first inform them of all the crimes they committed, so they understand why they’re dying?”
What a hassle.
Was his wife too kind-hearted… wait, no? His wife wasn’t someone who was soft-hearted!
Getting rid of people he didn’t like should only make him cheer.
Sensing something was wrong, Nie Yao lowered his head to look at his wife’s face. Sure enough, he read “happiness” in the small part of his face that was occasionally revealed in a lazy manner.
“Wife…”