Good Man Operation Guide

Chapter 128.2: Rebirth of the Black Lotus (5)

Lin Shiheng attentively rubbed his shoulders, still acting like a dandy Prince who didn’t know the hardships of the world.

However, it was in a certain way that Emperor Anqing didn’t notice. He was squeezing his shoulders and tapping his acupuncture points every now and then.

The more at ease he was, the more concerned Emperor Anqing became.

Although he was technically in his prime, he had suffered too many assassination attempts in his early years. The situation was so serious at the time that he couldn’t even seek medical treatment from a doctor, so he delayed until now and became physically weak.

Now, he could clearly feel that his body was getting heavier and heavier every day. Coupled with the fact that nothing was born in his harem, although the doctor said that his health didn’t affect his ability to have children, Emperor Anqing decided that he had already broken his body, and wouldn’t be able to bear any children, nor did he have much time left.

Even if he had no heir to the throne he had worked so hard to seize, he would never give it to someone else. Even if he had to do so, he would give it to his younger brother from the same mother.

But in the end, he was the child he had grown up with, and he couldn’t bear to let his younger brother, who had always been free and easy-going, study day and night like he did, not daring to relax for a moment. Sitting on the throne wasn’t easy. He couldn’t stop, and for the sake of the country, he had to continue to deal with government affairs even when he was sick and in pain.

Feeling the gradual relaxation at his shoulders from his brother’s massaging by tapping, Emperor Anqing sighed, “You’ve been here long enough, go and visit Empress Mother. I still have a bunch of things to do here.”

Not wanting his younger brother to suffer, the only thing he could do was to take care of the country from top to bottom while he was still alive, and then hand it over to his brother in a complete and prosperous state.

The heartless young prince really didn’t notice the heaviness on his older brother’s face, and with a joyful response, he left the hall with the wind in his sleeves.

Emperor Anqing looked at his cheerful back, unaware of the hardships of the world. He shook his head helplessly and smiled dotingly. He stretched out his hand and touched his shoulder, saying to the Chief Eunuch waiting beside him, “This boy still has a couple of tricks up his sleeve, after being massaged by him, I do feel a lot lighter.”

The Chief Eunuch laughed in his heart. How can anyone have that ability when they have been served since they were young and never served anyone else? Especially Prince Linjiang.

He laughed in his heart but wore a smile on his face, “It must be that His Highness is bent on being good to Your Majesty and used his heart to achieve that effect.”

“Hmm, I think so.”

Emperor Anqing nodded in satisfaction and moved his shoulders, feeling as if a light, brisk stream of aura was travelling down his body, bringing a sense of relief wherever it went.

Its just a few squeezes, how could it hove such on effect? I must be dreaming about it

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By the time this news reached Mu Qingrong’s ears, it was nearly time for her to enter the palace.

Her mother and father were acting excited about her entrance into the palace. Her mother kept telling her to relax, and even her father came to visit her several times.

Mu Qingrong’s heart felt disdain for these sentiments.

Since her rebirth, she was looking down at everyone except for her future husband, Prince Linjiang.

These people knew nothing and were still happy that she was likely to be favored by Emperor Anqing.

They don't know that Emperor Anqing would die in another year, and that by that time, Prince Linjiang would be the one heir to the throne.

Mu Qingrong, on the other hand, was preparing in the residence.

It was because Prince Linjiang had sent word that the Princess Consort had recovered and that he was bringing her back to visit.

Mu Qingrong hasn’t been able to go to the Linjiang mansion since she was practically humiliated last time.

Although the beginning was rough, Mu Qingrong relied on the fact that she had spent many years with Prince Linjiang, who had become Emperor in her last life. She was quite sure that there was no one else in the world who knew him better than she did.

She knew that Prince Linjiang loved beauty above all else, and what he loathed most was women competing with each other and being jealous.

The most important thing now was to separate Prince Linjiang from Mu Qingling as husband and wife, and then, afterwards, she could slowly make plans.

After thinking it over, Mu Qingrong carefully chose a maid who almost looked like the one Prince Linjiang liked in his previous life. On the day Mu Qingling returned to her home, she would time it perfectly, to let them meet on a narrow path.

As she had hoped, Lin Shiheng’s eyes were instantly glued to the maid.

“You’re a good-looking girl, but are you a servant of the Marquis? What’s your name?”

The maid tenderly curtsied, “This maid’s name is Po’er, I serve at the Third Young Lady’s side.”

Seeing that Lin Shiheng’s eyes were glued to Po’er and he couldn’t move away, Mu Qingrong was pleased with herself. She slightly straightened her waist and gave Mu Qingling a seemingly unintentional glance.

How’s that for a new husband, praising another woman in front of you?

The gaze passed, only to pause in slight disbelief.

She saw that Mu Qingling was smiling and there was no reluctance in her eyes.

How is that possible? Isn’t she afraid that this girl will threaten her position? She had just gotten married!

“Po’er?”

And at the moment, Mu Qingling heard Po’er’s name repeated by her husband beside her, silently connecting the dots in her mind.

-Sure enough, as the name implies, she looked like a watery, attractive girl.

(TNote: Po [jS]=Lake. And watery/water fairy in Chinese implies vivid; full of life; fresh; charming and flowy.)

In the next moment, Lin Shiheng looked at Po’er with approval in his eyes and said, “As your name implies, you look beautiful and charming.”

Looking at her husband’s familiar expression of fondness and joy, Mu Qingling’s heart didn’t waver.

There was even some desire to laugh.