After tidying up the place, the personnel from the Ministry of Internal Affairs delivered various items. Apart from the basic necessities such as tea sets, silk quilts, and fabrics, there were three sets of promised attire. Additionally, a monthly allowance of two taels of silver was granted. Although two taels of silver may not sound like much, it equated to half a year's expenses for an ordinary household.

Yan Ge had Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi unfold the attire for the Daying to inspect it. Fortunately, it was a standard men's outfit consisting of a long robe and a brocade gown. The fabric was of superior quality compared to ordinary garments, and the tailoring, stitches, and embroidery were more refined.

The hair pins to be used were a distinctive feature. The hairpins had a fan-shaped design, as the character "fan" also means "good," symbolizing understanding and empathy. Regardless of the material, patterns, or colors used, the shape of the hairpins was the same.

The "Daying" had one fan rib in the hairpin, representing a flat surface without folds. The "Changzai" had two fan ribs, and the "Zhaoyi" had three. This pattern continued, indicating a higher status with the increased number of fan ribs.

Meanwhile, the female consorts wore varied floral ornaments. The number of flowers varied to show their ranks, starting from one flower, then two flowers, three flowers, and so on. This also applied to hairpins or other hair accessories. The "Huanghou" was an exception as she could only wear the "phoenix crown."

After changing into the new clothes, Yan Ge instructed Xiao Chuanzi and Wan Xiang, "Let's go and pay a visit to Song Guiren."

"Yes."

The main hall was different from the side courtyard. The entrance to the hall was at least one zhang wide and one zhang and a half high, imposing and majestic. Upon entering the hall, Du Zhengfeng and Zhou Wenhuan were already present.

Song Ruhao was seated in the main position, adorned in a purple brocade robe that accentuated his handsome and captivating appearance. Yan Ge thought to himself that this individual would undoubtedly become a favored individual in the future.

Among the four of them, regardless of looks, family background, or talent, Song Ruhao outshone the others. Zhou Wenhuan was not lacking either, emanating an air of scholarly refinement. Du Zhengfeng, on the other hand, had a distinct air about him, embodying the masculine strength and ruggedness of a man.

Yan Ge's thoughts momentarily deviated. Could such a "dominant" man be subdued by that lustful emperor? Nevertheless, with the charming Song Guiren, elegant Zhou Wenhao, and cool-headed Du, each possessing their own unique qualities, it could be considered a fortunate situation for him.

As Yan Ge observed Song Ruhao and the others, they, too, were sizing him up. The young man was extremely handsome, which was not particularly surprising. However, his eyes were exceptionally beautiful, as if they were smiling even when he wasn't, endearing and delightful. Furthermore, his bearing was naturally composed, walking with a calm and leisurely demeanor that exuded an innate nobility and tranquility. It seemed as though no matter the magnitude of the matter at hand, it was of little concern to him.

Yan Ge bowed at a forty-five-degree angle, placing his left palm on top, and stacked his hands near his lower abdomen as he lowered his head. " Yan Daying greets Song Guiren and pays respects to Du Changzai" This was a privilege afforded to male consorts, exempting them from the requirement to kneel during greetings, unlike female consorts.

*Song Ruhaos's rank is Guiren while Du Zhengfeng's rank is Changzai.

Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi knelt behind Yan Ge.

Song Ruhao smiled faintly and said, "Brother, please rise and have a seat."

"Thank you, Song Guiren." Yan Ge felt uneasy when he was addressed as "brother." As he made his way to his seat, he exchanged nods of acknowledgment with Zhou Wenhuan, as their ranks were on par.

Du Zhengfeng casually inquired, "Why did Brother Yan arrive so late?"

Zhou Wenhuan chuckled lightly and said, "I remember that Brother Yan previously mentioned his proficiency in the arts of qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting. When I arrived, I heard someone playing the qin, so it must have been Brother Yan."

"Brother" was the self-proclaimed title for male consorts, as they served the monarch as "brothers."

Yan Ge looked at him in surprise. How could he not remember ever claiming to be skilled in the arts of qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting? This person, who played the qin on the very first day of his appointment, seemed to be mocking him for seeking imperial favor so quickly.

While he thought this in his mind, he showed no trace of it on his face and simply smiled, saying, "Zhou Daying, you honor me. But I must confess, Yan Ge is truly lacking in proficiency in the arts of qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting. I am deeply ashamed."

Zhou Wenhuan did not expect him to respond this way and visibly paused.

Song Ruhao smiled and said, "Very well. The fact that the four of us can gather here is a matter of fate. We should strive for harmonious coexistence in the future. If any of you, my younger brothers, have any financial concerns, do not hesitate to inform this humble consort. Today, everyone is tired, so if there are no other matters, let us disperse and rest."

"Yes, Brother, I take my leave."

Upon returning to Chunfang Courtyard, before even entering the door, Xiao Chuanzi exclaimed indignantly, "Master, that Zhou Daying is truly adept at fabricating stories out of thin air. His status is no higher than yours, so what is there for him to be so smug about?"

Yan Ge smiled at him, his eyes narrowed. "Hmm? Xiao Chuanzi, remember, calamity arises from loose lips."

Xiao Chuanzi quickly fell silent. Although the master was smiling, his gaze didn't seem like he was joking with him.

After finishing the evening meal, Yan Ge pondered the crisis within the palace and decided to contemplate the strange upgrade system.

Now that it was already established that he would remain in the palace, he needed to plan for his survival. Perhaps one day this system could truly assist him.

As he thought about the system, a floating panel immediately appeared before him, displaying various options. After examining it for a while, he discovered that this system resembled a gaming system, complete with main missions, side missions, skills, and a backpack, as well as a coin purse. The task bar provided main and side missions, each offering corresponding rewards upon completion.

Learning skills required a certain amount of silver, but he currently lacked the funds to unlock any skills or determine what skills he would acquire. Rewards obtained from completing missions would automatically be stored in the backpack and could be accessed with a double-click. The coin purse held the silver he had acquired.

Yan Ge disregarded the mission prompts in the task bar and noticed two Poison Immunity Pills in his backpack.

He decided to consume one of them for the time being. Since the system had selected him, it was unlikely that it intended to poison him, so he wasn't concerned about the authenticity of the Poison Immunity Pills. With a click, one pill disappeared from his backpack, and the system notified him that the pill had been absorbed. Yan Ge intentionally paid attention but felt no significant effects, leaving him uncertain about the reliability of the system.

Wan Xiang, by his side, fanned Yan Ge and assumed he was bored. She spoke up, "Master, in my opinion, among the other three consorts, Zhou Daying is probably the most difficult to get along with."

Yan Ge neither confirmed nor denied it. He was not one to gossip, nor would he engage in idle chatter with a young girl. However, he didn't mind Wan Xiang gossiping with him. Perhaps there would be useful information hidden within.

Before long, a eunuch arrived at Chunfeng Palace to deliver a message.

The four consorts quickly went to the front court to listen to the decree.

"The Empress has decreed that a grand banquet will be held at the Baihua Palace tomorrow at noon to celebrate the entry of the new consorts. All consorts shall raise their cups in joyous celebration!"

"Thank you for the Empress's grace!"

After seeing off the eunuch, Yan Ge pondered. The Empress had scheduled the banquet for noon, and it was likely that the Emperor would also attend. However, he wasn't worried. Among the newly entered consorts, there were many outstanding individuals who would catch the Emperor's attention before him. Nevertheless, this banquet presented a good opportunity to gather intelligence.

The next day, half an hour before noon, Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi began preparing anxiously.

Yan Ge chose simple attire and a plain headdress. Estimating that it was almost time, he first went to visit Song Ruhao, then the four male consorts departed for the Baihua Palace together.

Since each consort resided in different palaces, they only encountered other consorts near the Baihua Palace. Some consorts were accompanied by only a few servants, while others had a large entourage. Their status determined the number of attendants. When encountering higher-ranked consorts, Yan Ge meticulously followed protocol, making way and offering proper greetings, striving not to attract attention.

Occasionally, higher-ranked consorts cast disdainful or hostile glances at him, but he pretended not to notice. Today's banquet was hosted by the Empress, and perhaps the Emperor would attend as well. No one dared to cause any unpleasant incidents.

Once the consorts entered the Baihua Palace, they were greeted by the fragrant scent of flowers and the melodies of musical instruments. Guided by the palace maids, they took their seats according to their ranks, with those of higher rank closer to the top seat. The top seat remained unoccupied as they awaited the arrival of the Emperor and Empress.

After a while, the eunuch's chanting came from outside: "The Empress is here—"

All the consorts stood up to greet her.

Moments later, a young woman wearing a phoenix crown and supported by eunuchs entered with a slow and graceful stride. Her golden dress shimmered with the light of emeralds and pearls, and the phoenix on her brocade robe seemed ready to take flight. Her dignified and noble demeanor, befitting the motherly figure of the world, surpassed all others. This woman was the current Empress, Lady Du Mu.

After the Empress took her seat, it was customary for all the consorts to pay their respects together. However, this time, under the eunuch's chant, the consorts followed the order of their ranks, offering their formal salutations to the Empress one by one.

This was to help the consorts to familiarize themselves with one another. Yan Ge silently observed, recording everything.

The Huangfu Dynasty had already witnessed seven generations, allowing for the appointment of one Huang Guifei(Imperial Noble Consort), two Guifei (Noble Consorts), four Fei, six Pin, and an unlimited number of Guiren, Jieyu, and others. However, both the late Emperor and the current Emperor had not appointed a Huang Guifei or Guifei. The number of male consorts was fixed at four, regardless of their rank.

The Empress maintained a smile as she gestured for everyone to take their seats.

Merely paying respects to the Empress took a quarter of an hour, indicating the abundance of concubines and consorts.

After the formalities, the Empress spoke, "Today is a joyous occasion in the imperial harem. Originally, the Emperor had intended to attend, but he was hindered by important state affairs. However, in the future, all of you sisters and brothers will have the opportunity to meet the Emperor; there is no need to rush."

Upon hearing this voice, Yan Ge remembered that it was the same voice that had emerged during the Emperor's selection process—so it belonged to the Empress.

Although the consorts were disappointed, they did not show it and responded with a yes.

Yan Ge discreetly observed the consorts, silently appreciating their beauty. Counting them, there were a total of thirty-four newly entered consorts.

Even if the Emperor changed partners every night, he wouldn't repeat for a month. Truly, he was blessed with extraordinary beauties.

Not to mention the male consorts, all the female consorts were naturally exquisite. In particular, Tian Jieyu, with her graceful appearance and radiant pair of beautiful eyes, she outshone the rest. She possessed a captivating charm that even surpassed that of the Empress, who also couldn't help but glance at her several times.

The Empress continued, "Only those who excel in their family background and character can reside in the imperial harem. It is a great fortune for all of you sisters and brothers to be selected among the thousands in the country. However, my focus in governing the harem is on harmony. Only with a harmonious harem can the Emperor be free from worries and govern the court with peace of mind. I hope all of you sisters and brothers will take good care of yourselves and maintain purity, so that you can bear branches and leaves for the Emperor in the future."

The concubines and consorts stood up and exclaimed together, "We concubines/We servants will remember the teachings of the Empress."

The Empress maintained her dignified smile and nodded, saying, "Very well, Xiao Linzi, begin the banquet."

After the grand banquet, the Emperor began his visits to the imperial harem. As Yan Ge had expected, the first consort to be favored was Tian Jieyu. She was officially elevated to the rank of Tian Guiren by the Emperor the next day.

Yan Ge decided not to take any immediate action and planned to spend a few days assessing the situation.

News of the Emperor's visits to various consorts in the harem circulated from time to time, and generally, the newly favored consorts received a higher status.

It was true that regardless of the era or dynasty, the Emperor was a philanderer. However, perhaps due to the current Emperor's disinterest in men, there was no activity in the Chunfeng Palace.

According to the gossip from Wan Xiang, both Song Ruhao and Du Zhengfeng had been ridiculed by other consorts during their walks in the Imperial Garden. Among them, Zhou Wenhao's reaction was the most intense, while Song Ruhao and Du Zhengfeng remained composed compared to Zhou Wenhao.

But Zhou Wenhao and Du Zhengfeng shared one thing in common: they both liked to seek out Song Ruhao. Du Zhengfeng didn't show any signs of favoritism towards Song Ruhao, but he had invited Yan Ge several times to visit his residence or pay respects to Song Ruhao together, only to be politely declined by Yan Ge. In other words, Du Zhengfeng expressed a desire to get close to Yan Ge, Song Ruhao, and Zhou Wenhao, without focusing on just one person.

The Emperor had no interest in male consorts, much to Yan Ge's delight. And with his low status, he was not qualified to pay respects to the Empress or the Empress.

His daily routine involved paying respects to Song Ruhao and Du Zhengfeng, both of higher rank in the same hall, and the rest of his time was spent in the small garden of the Chunfeng Courtyard. Although this life was monotonous, Yan Ge didn't have to involve himself in the struggles of the harem, which made it relatively easy.

He didn't have to compete with other consorts or feel jealous, enjoying a certain degree of freedom. It was what he had hoped for, and he would make use of this opportunity to accomplish what he could.

The first thing he planned to do was to improve the quality of life. Although feudal society had its advantages, such as less pollution and fresh air, the low quality of life was a fact. One notable issue was the absence of toothpaste and toothbrushes. Even brushing teeth had different levels within the palace hierarchy. Lower-ranking consorts could only rinse their mouths with tea, while higher-ranking ones received clean strips of cloth from the Ministry of Internal Affairs each month, which they used with saltwater to brush their teeth, discarding one after each use.

As for palace maids and eunuchs, they had to make do with willow twigs. Yan Ge rinsed his mouth with tea every day and felt that his teeth had never been clean. This only strengthened his determination to make toothbrushes.

"Xiao Chuanzi, come here," Yan Ge beckoned to Xiao Chuanzi.

"Master," Xiao Chuanzi approached, bowing his head to listen to his command.

Yan Ge inquired, "Is there any way to obtain some pig bristles?"

Xiao Chuanzi blinked, "Ah? Master, why do you need that? It's dirty."

Wan Xiang arched an eyebrow and narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, "Answer the master's question directly. You don't need to worry about anything else."

Yan Ge didn't mind Xiao Chuanzi's retort, but he couldn't let him get into the habit of asking questions. So, he didn't interrupt Wan Xiang, only smiling and sipping his tea leisurely.

Xiao Chuanzi realized his mistake and hastily replied, "Master, if you want pig bristles, you have to find someone from outside the palace. As long as you offer some benefits to the palace personnel responsible for procurement, you can get as much as you want."

Yan Ge handed him two taels of silver. Two taels of silver were quite substantial. From his understanding, two taels of silver were roughly equivalent to 2000 yuan in modern times, which was not a small amount.

"Arrange for someone to take care of it. As for the quantity, it should be enough to fill a washbasin for washing the face. Is this silver sufficient?" He had a general idea of how to make a toothbrush, but he had never made one before, so there would definitely be some waste of pig bristles.

Xiao Chuanzi replied, "It's enough. Pig bristles aren't worth much."

"If there is any surplus, keep it for yourself," Yan Ge said while secretly observing Wan Xiang. Fortunately, he didn't see a trace of jealousy or greed in her eyes. He could feel more at ease if Wan Xiang stayed by his side in the future.

"Thank you for the reward, young master," Xiao Chuanzi said cheerfully as he took the silver and left. Pig bristles were worthless, and he only needed one or two taels to arrange for someone. There weren't many expenses in the palace, so he could save the remaining taels for future needs.

"Wan Xiang, let me test your knowledge. Do you know of something with strong adhesion, non-toxic, and doesn't easily dissolve in water?" Yan Ge didn't have much understanding of this era, so he could only ask Wan Xiang.

Wan Xiang pondered for a moment and replied, "Is the young master referring to resin?"

It turned out that resin existed in this world, which made things easier. "Yes, find a way to obtain some resin for me. I have a use for it," he said, handing her two taels of silver. Then he asked, "Just like Xiao Chuanzi, keep any surplus for yourself."

Wan Xiang nodded happily, "Thank you, young master." Before she started following the young master, she used to wash clothes in the laundry, often unable to get enough to eat during meal times and never had the opportunity to be rewarded with money.

Ever since she started serving the young master, she not only had enough to eat and wear, but also saved some silver. Such things had only happened in her dreams before. However, she couldn't help but wonder why the young master wanted things that were seemingly worthless.

Wan Xiang returned with a wooden bucket filled with freshly harvested pine resin. Yan Ge carefully tested its stickiness with his fingers and found it satisfactory. However, the scent was unpleasant and would likely require some treatment.

Xiao Chuanzi returned just before lunchtime, carrying a large package. He knelt before Yan Ge and apologized, "Please forgive me, young master. I had the pig bristles thoroughly washed and dried, which caused the delay."

Yan Ge nodded approvingly, "You are not at fault. You did well."

Xiao Chuanzi opened the package, revealing clean and spotless pig bristles of both white and black colors. Not a trace of dirt could be seen.

After dinner, Yan Ge led the two of them to start their work. He instructed Wan Xiang to fetch a clean cloth and spread it on the table. The three of them sat by the table, meticulously removing the moldy and stray hairs from the pig bristles. Although Xiao Chuanzi and Wan Xiang hesitated to sit on equal footing with Yan Ge, he insisted they sit only after he gave the command.

As people in ancient times generally had good eyesight, the three of them concentrated on their work for nearly an hour, selecting a large handful of bright white bristles.

"Xiao Chuanzi, find some bamboo pieces about the same length as chopsticks, as many as possible. Wan Xiang, boil a pot of water and inform me when it boils," Yan Ge instructed. He preferred not to be addressed as "young master" repeatedly, but stricter rules within the palace had their benefits, avoiding giving others an opportunity to exploit him.

"Yes."

After Wan Xiang brought the boiling water, Yan Ge placed the bamboo steamer used for steaming buns on top of the pot and covered it with the cloth. Then, he spread the selected bristles on the cloth and finally covered the steamer with its lid. Wan Xiang continued to add firewood to the stove. Disinfection of the pig bristles was necessary, and the only option in their current circumstances was to steam them at high temperatures using intense heat.

He cautioned Wan Xiang, "Pay attention to the time. It should steam for half an hour before stopping."

"Yes, young master. Wan Xiang will remember," she respectfully replied. "The kitchen is messy. Please rest in your room, young master."

Yan Ge returned to his room and pondered how to drill holes in the bamboo pieces. Despite its small size, crafting a toothbrush was not easy, and the most challenging part was drilling the holes.

Xiao Chuanzi, panting heavily, entered with a stack of bamboo pieces and noticed Yan Ge lost in thought. He quietly placed the items down.

When Yan Ge snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the bamboo pieces, he silently nodded in approval. Some of the pieces were too wide and needed to be split into thinner sections.

"Master, what troubles you? Perhaps if you share, I can think of a solution," Xiao Chuanzi didn't see Wan Xiang, so he guessed that she was still boiling water.

Yan Ge explained the problem to him.

Xiao Chuanzi pondered for a moment and suggested, "If you want to drill holes, you can use the sap of the fibergrass plant."

"What is fibergrass?" Yan Ge became interested.

Xiao Chuanzi explained, "Fibergrass can dissolve many substances. If you dip a needle into the juice of fibergrass and use it to pierce the bamboo pieces, it should work without any issues."

"It's not toxic, is it?" Yan Ge asked, concerned.

Xiao Chuanzi hurriedly replied, "It's not toxic, but it can burn your hands."

Relieved, Yan Ge asked, "Can we obtain it?"

Xiao Chuanzi scratched his head awkwardly, "Um…. Although it's not toxic, it can still harm people. It's unlikely to be available in the palace."

Yan Ge reluctantly gave up on the fibergrass juice. He picked up a bamboo piece, used a tea stem to make a few marks, and instructed, "Split the bamboo pieces as narrow and long as I mentioned, and then polish them until smooth. If you succeed in making this item, I will reward both you and Wan Xiang with one."

Although Xiao Chuanzi didn't know what the young master was making, he could tell it must be something good from his excitement. He quickly agreed with a smile, saying, "Yes."

He went out for a while, borrowing a plane from somewhere, and first split the bamboo pieces as Yan Ge had instructed. Then, he meticulously polished them with the plane. He carefully wrapped the wood shavings produced by the plane with paper, so as not to dirty the floor.

Yan Ge used a knife to cut a small piece of bamboo, about half the length of his thumb, and took Wan Xiang's embroidery needle. He stood the needle upright on the small piece of bamboo and hammered it in with a stone ink slab, one hit at a time.

Xiao Chuanzi stopped him when he heard the sound, saying, "Young master! Be careful with your hand. If you want something done, I can handle hammering."

Doing so sounded easy, but it was difficult in practice. The bamboo was too hard, and the needle was too thin. Xiao Chuanzi accidentally broke one embroidery needle.

"Use less force," Yan Ge reminded him.

Xiao Chuanzi nodded, lightly tapping the bamboo piece, leaving only an almost imperceptible mark.

Yan Ge squinted his eyes, contemplating whether there was a more efficient method.

At that moment, a childish voice unexpectedly echoed in his mind, "Master, don't you plan to continue upgrading? Perhaps there will be better solutions after an upgrade?"

Yan Ge was startled. Was this the voice of the system? But wasn't the system's voice supposed to be a deep adult male voice?

The doll like voice sounded again, "It's me. I was afraid you wouldn't believe so I disguised my voice. This is my true voice."

Yan Ge was taken aback, attempting to ask in his mind, "Can you sense my thoughts?" As he considered the possibility, his heart sank. The feeling of being controlled by someone else was not pleasant at all.

The doll like voice immediately responded, "Don't worry, you are my master. If you die, I will die too."

Yan Ge temporarily believed it and noticed Xiao Chuanzi looking at him strangely. He put down the bamboo pieces, returned to his seat, and pretended to drink tea as he asked in his mind, "What is this system? Can it be removed?"

The doll like voice said hesitantly, "It's already bound and cannot be unloaded. Master, you should find a way to climb the ranks quickly. With a higher status, you can have anything you desire." The words were full of temptation.

Yan Ge asked cautiously, "Why do you keep urging me to climb the ranks?"

The doll replied, "I won't harm you. Just listen to me."

Yan Ge neither agreed nor disagreed. He continued to carve bamboo pieces to show his persistence. If the doll didn't respond, he wouldn't climb the ranks.

The doll sighed helplessly, "Forget it, I won't urge you anymore. But I guarantee you will change your mind soon."

Yan Ge raised the corner of his mouth indifferently. He liked men, but he had no interest in becoming one of the numerous concubines in the emperor's harem.

Unable to drill a hole, Yan Ge had to settle for an alternative approach.

He twisted the pig bristles together, similar to making a calligraphy brush, and then trimmed the bristles with scissors, making it barely functional. Next, he carved a hole on the side of a thin bamboo segment and filled it with pine resin, inserting the end of the twisted bristles into it.

The pine resin had excellent adhesive properties, ensuring the bristles stayed intact. Once the resin dried, a makeshift version of a toothbrush was complete. Though its appearance was lacking, its practicality prevailed. Having succeeded, Yan Ge proceeded to make two more brushes in passing.

The next task was to make toothpaste.

As far as Yan Ge knew, regardless of the type, toothpaste generally consisted of four basic components: a cleanser, an abrasive, a binder, and a flavoring agent. For his makeshift version, he simply needed to mix salt, peppermint, resin powder, and aloe vera into a creamy consistency.

Salt eliminated residue, peppermint acted as an antiseptic, resin powder provided adhesion, and aloe vera reduced inflammation.

"Xiao Chuanzi, go to the Imperial Medical Pavilion and obtain some peppermint and aloe vera. If they refuse, you can spend money to buy them. These two items are harmless, so you should be able to acquire them," Yan Ge, valuing dental hygiene, handed two silver ingots weighing five taels each to Xiao Chuanzi, ensuring he obtained peppermint and aloe vera.

Fortunately, the Yan family was well-off, as Madam Yan had given him a hundred taels of silver and two hundred taels in silver bills before entering the palace. Otherwise, the blissful days of brushing teeth with toothpaste would remain only in memories.

"Yes, Young Master," Xiao Chuanzi pocketed the silver and hurriedly went to the Imperial Medical Pavilion. He was also curious about what Young Master intended to create.

Song Ruhao practiced swordsmanship in the garden, while Du Zhengfeng and Zhou Wenhao watched by his side. Within the palace, carrying weapons was only permitted for palace guards, and the sword they used was a wooden one.

Catching a glimpse of Xiao Chuanzi's figure, Song Ruhao put away his sword and curiously asked, "Xiao Chuanzi and Wan Xiang have been coming and going these past few days. I wonder what's happening in Chunfang Garden."

Du Zhengfeng replied, "I suppose nothing significant. I haven't heard any unusual commotion."

Song Ruhao nodded and gestured for them to sit in the pavilion. "Yan Ge seems to have no interest in spending time with us, even when left alone, he doesn't seem bored."

Zhou Wenhao snorted lightly. "Yan Ge feels above us. Why would he care about being with us?"

Both Song Ruhao and Du Zhengfeng merely smiled.

Unaware that his seclusion had aroused curiosity among others, Yan Ge immediately started making the toothpaste as soon as Xiao Chuanzi returned with the ingredients.

He crushed the peppermint and aloe vera, ground the dried resin into powder, and mixed it with salt to form a thick, grass-green cream, filling a large bowl.

Yan Ge sniffed it and nodded in satisfaction. The refreshing scent of aloe vera and peppermint, combined with the resin's aroma, was not unpleasant. However, due to limited conditions, its shelf life wouldn't be too long. If he had the chance, he might inquire with the Imperial Medical Pavilion about methods to extend its shelf life.

Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi stood by, watching with amazement, and leaned in to take a sniff. They praised, "Young Master, it smells wonderful. How do we use it?"

"You'll find out soon," Yan Ge wiped his hands with a handkerchief. "Wan Xiang, transfer it into small porcelain bottles."

The wide-mouthed porcelain bottles had been washed and dried in advance. Wan Xiang carefully scooped the cream into them with a spoon, filling all four small bottles and leaving some remaining.

Yan Ge dipped the toothbrush into boiling water to sterilize it, then used a spoon to apply the remaining cream onto the bristles. Taking a teacup, he began brushing his teeth.

Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi stood by, marveling at the revelation. They suddenly understood and were deeply impressed by their master's ingenuity.

The salt in the toothpaste was slightly excessive, resulting in a somewhat salty taste, but the sensation when brushing teeth was pleasant. After Yan Ge finished brushing, he exhaled and took a sniff. There was no trace of any unpleasant odor, only a refreshing fragrance, further enhancing his satisfaction.

He turned to Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi. "These are called toothbrush and toothpaste, used just as I did earlier. Oh, and the spoon is too large, Xiao Chuanzi, make a smaller one out of wood another day."

"Yes, Young Master."

Yan Ge continued, "Have you two memorized the steps for making the toothbrush and toothpaste?"

Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi quickly responded, "Yes, we've memorized them."

Yan Ge handed them the two sets of toothbrushes and toothpaste, saying, "These two sets are given to you as a reward. In the future, if you serve me diligently, you will surely be rewarded."

Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi received them with delight, promptly kneeling down and expressing their gratitude, "Thank you, Young Master, for your gracious gift! We will serve you wholeheartedly and with utmost dedication."

"Rise," Yan Ge reminded them, "Remember to close the containers promptly after opening. The weather is hot, and they may spoil easily. There is no need to be too frugal with their usage. Make more when they are finished."

"Yes."

After resolving the issue of toothpaste and toothbrushes, Yan Ge found himself with some free time.

He instructed Wan Xiang to borrow some books from the library to pass the time while he contemplated the possibility of earning money within the palace.

Business was his expertise, and women's money was the easiest to acquire. Considering the abundance of women in the palace, all skilled and adept at competition, it was a market ripe for exploration. If he could establish a "company" within the palace, perhaps he could leave a mark in the historical records. As he pondered this, a glimmer of amusement flashed in his eyes, though he couldn't help but find his own thoughts somewhat whimsical.

Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi exchanged glances, puzzled by the weird smile on their master's face.

At that moment, a high-pitched voice came from outside the door.

"Zhao Fei's loyal servant requests an audience with Yan Yading."

Yan Ge set aside the book in his hand and asked Xiao Chuanzi, "Who resides in Zhao Fei's Palace?"

Despite his young age, Xiao Chuanzi was clever and well-informed, "My lord, Tian Guiren resides in Zhao Fei's Palace. Apart from her, there are a few others who would contact you."

Yan Ge commanded, "Let him in."

"Yes."

Xiao Chuanzi led in a eunuch of around seventeen or eighteen years old, known as Xiao Zhongzi, who respectfully knelt on the ground.

"Your servant, Xiao Zhongzi, pays respects to Yan Yading. May good fortune befall Yan Yading."

"Rise," Yan Ge said.

"Thank you," Xiao Zhongzi said after getting up, "Yan Yading, our Lady Tian wishes to see you."

Yan Ge was taken aback. Lady Tian? She was the one recently promoted to Guiren. He couldn't fathom why Lady Tian wanted to see him, but given her higher status, it would be impolite to refuse. He smiled and said, "Since I've been in the palace for some time now, I haven't paid my respects to Lady Tian. Lead the way."

"Yes. Please, Yan Yading."

Yan Ge, accompanied by Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi, followed Xiao Zhongzi as they left Chunfeng Hall.

This scene happened to be witnessed by Song Ruhao and the other two.

Zhou Wenhan was puzzled. "Where is Yan Yading going? That young eunuch seems to be from Lady Tian's side."

Du Zhengfeng exclaimed, "How do you know he's from Lady Tian's side?"

Zhou Wenhan felt slightly embarrassed. "I happened to see him by chance." He couldn't admit that he had conducted preliminary investigations into the prominent figures in the palace in his eagerness to rise through the ranks.

The Imperial palace was truly vast, befitting the residence of the ruler of a nation. It took Yan Ge and Xiao Zhongzi more than twenty minutes to reach the "Zhao Fei's Palace" entrance.

"Yan Ge, please enter," Xiao Zhongzi gestured toward the door.

Yan Ge nodded.

Just as Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi were about to follow, they were stopped by Xiao Zhongzi. "Only Yan Yading is requested by the Lady. Please wait outside."

Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi looked at Yan Ge.

Yan Ge had a bad premonition and gestured for Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi to wait outside while he entered alone.

Upon entering, the first thing he noticed was a strong fragrance of cosmetics. Four palace maids stood with lowered heads on either side. Seated at the head was a beautiful woman dressed in a peach-colored gown, accompanied by a senior palace maid behind her and two other palace maids standing behind. This woman was Tian Guiren.

There were no taboos regarding meetings between male and female consorts. Yan Ge had learned from his readings after entering the palace that men with flower bodies were incapable of having physical desires toward women. Legend had it that the gods had bestowed too many blessings upon flower-men, leading to the revocation of their rights to produce offspring. Throughout history, flower men either lived lonely lives or formed relationships with other men. It was no wonder that the harem allowed the coexistence of male and female consorts, as there was no concern about the emperor being cuckolded.

Yan Ge recalled the peculiar reaction of his mother when she mentioned his flower-bodied status and regretted not clarifying it at the time. Unfortunately, regrets were now futile.

"Yan Yading offer s Tian Guiren greetings. May good fortune be with you," Yan Ge said, respectfully greeting Tian Guiren.

Tian Guiren possessed delicate and exquisite features, and her gentle smile was sweet and alluring. Her voice, too, carried a delightful tone. "Yan Ge, please rise. Allow me to offer you a seat and some tea."

"Thank you, Lady Tian," Yan Ge expressed his gratitude and silently took a seat, awaiting Tian Guiren's words.

Tian Guiren studied him for a while and then spoke, "I invited Yan Yading here today because I would like to request your assistance, if you would be willing."

Yan Ge's attitude remained neither eager nor indifferent; it was as usual. He smiled and said, "I wonder what Lady Tian requires. I am merely a servant, lacking in merits and abilities. I'm afraid that I may not be of much help."

Lady Tian responded, "Since that is the case, I shall be forthright. I have heard that Yan Ge possesses a particularly excellent toothbrush and toothpaste, which piqued my interest."

Yan Ge was momentarily surprised and furrowed his brow. He had instructed Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi not to disclose the matter of toothpaste and toothbrushes, and he himself had never mentioned it to anyone. How did Lady Tian come to know?

"I have never heard of using toothpaste for brushing teeth before. Even the Emperor merely rinses his mouth with tea. In recent days, the Emperor has been somewhat vexed. I thought it would be delightful to cheer him up by borrowing your toothpaste, easing his worries. May I know your thoughts on this, Yan Ge?"

Yan Ge chuckled inwardly. Lady Tian's words not only implied that his standards of living surpassed those of the Emperor, which was disrespectful, but also hinted at how deeply she was favored by the Emperor. If he refused to offer the toothpaste and toothbrush, it would not only be disrespectful toward the Emperor but also an act of opposition against her.

Lady Tian had indeed secured the Emperor's favor for a considerable time, showcasing her intelligence. However, she failed to grasp the fundamental principle of survival in the palace, whether favored or not: one must abide by the virtue of "forbearance."

Seeing him remain silent for a long time, Lady Tian assumed he was unwilling and her expression turned cold. She spoke in a detached tone, "It seems I have troubled Yan Yading. Alas, tonight, the Emperor will once again wear a troubled expression."

Yan Ge rose and bowed, "Lady Tian has misunderstood. It is merely unexpected for the toothpaste to gain Lady Tian's favor, which surprised me. I shall have someone bring the toothbrush and toothpaste, and I will also include the instructions for their production."

Lady Tian's face brightened with joy, and her laughter became sweeter. "In that case, I offer my sincere thanks to Yan Yading. I will convey the Emperor's gratitude. Someone, bring the Tian Shan Green Tea that the Emperor rewarded me with a few days ago and present it to Yan Yading."

Yan Ge expressed his gratitude and accepted the reward.

Lady Tian said, "It is getting late, and I shall not detain you any further. Qiu Yue, accompany Yan Ge back to Chunfeng Hall."

"Yes."

After Yan Ge and the palace maid Qiu Yue left, Lady Tian's smile became even more radiant as she spoke, "Chunhua, you shall also receive a generous reward."

"Thank you, Your Highness." The palace maid behind Lady Tian knelt down with a pleased expression on her face.

Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi waited anxiously outside. When they saw Yan Ge coming out, they quickly approached.

"Master."

Yan Ge gestured for them not to say much and handed the tea leaves to Wan Xiang.

Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi noticed that his expression was off, but with Qiu Yue present, they had to restrain themselves.

The four of them remained silent on the way back to Chunfeng Courtyard.

As they entered the courtyard, Yan Ge noticed Song Ruhao, Du Zhengfeng, and Zhou Wenhan in the pavilion, watching him. He had a sense that things were going awry. He performed a distant bow, bypassed the flower thicket, and entered Chunfang Courtyard with Qiu Yue.

"That palace maid is Tian Guiren's chief palace maid," Zhou Wenhan said, both envious and jealous. "Yan Ge has indeed formed a connection with Tian Guiren. She has the Emperor's favor, so by getting close to her, his rise is only a matter of time. It's hard to believe that Yan Ge was hiding his true abilities all along."

Song Ruhao refrained from commenting and pushed away the tea cup that had lost its warmth. "I'm feeling a slight discomfort, so I shall leave for now."

Zhou Wenhan quickly stopped him. " Song Guiren, please don't go just yet. You were once the Emperor's personal reader and had a close relationship with him. Wouldn't you want to find a way? Are you willing to let Yan Ge surpass you in the future?"

Song Ruhao smiled faintly. "What are you suggesting, Zhou Daying? The Emperor's power is immeasurable. What can I possibly do?" With that, he departed with his palace maid and eunuch.

Zhou Wenhan watched him walk away with frustration, then glanced at the expressionless Du Zhengfeng, furrowing his brows in anger before leaving as well.

Du Zhengfeng looked at the three cups of cold tea on the table, shaking his head. "Waited until it turned cold and left it undrunk?" He finished his own cup of tea, stood up, and left.

When the toothbrushes and toothpaste were completed, Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi were delighted. They also heard Yan Ge say that it was best to replace the toothbrush every three months, so they had made quite a few during their leisure time. Yan Ge instructed Xiao Chuanzi to bring four toothbrushes and two bottles of toothpaste to Qiu Yue, and he asked Wan Xiang to grind ink.

Xiao Chuanzi and Wan Xiang finally understood Tian Guiren's intention in approaching Yan Ge, and they were greatly surprised.

Yan Ge stood in front of the desk, meticulously writing down the instructions for making the toothbrushes and toothpaste. Once the ink had dried, he handed it to Qiu Yue.

Qiu Yue carefully tucked it into her sleeve pocket and kneeled down in gratitude. "Thank you, master. I shall take my leave."

After she left, Yan Ge walked to the chair and sat down, grasping his waist with a sharp intake of breath.

Xiao Chuanzi hurried over to support him.

Wan Xiang was greatly alarmed. "Master, did Tian Guiren use cruel methods against you?"

Yan Ge neither confirmed nor denied it. He didn't want to scheme against Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi, but the information could only have leaked from them. For his own good and theirs, he had to teach them a lesson.

Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi exchanged glances and quickly knelt down.

"Master, I swear, I did not leak the information about the toothpaste and toothbrush. If I speak a single lie, may lightning strike me and bring me to a wretched end!"

"Me too!" Wan Xiang's face was filled with anxiety.

Yan Ge remained unperturbed, still smiling, yet he didn't allow them to rise. He spoke, "Both of you should carefully consider when and where you mentioned it outside, where others might have overheard."

Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi lowered their heads, pondering for a long time. Suddenly, Xiao Chuanzi raised his head, a look of shame on his face. He forcefully knocked his head on the ground, making a resounding sound. "I deserve death, I deserve death! When I went to fetch bamboo that day, I muttered a few words to myself. There happened to be a palace maid passing by nearby. Since she was a bit far away, I didn't pay attention. It's likely that she overheard my words. Please punish me, master!"

The truth was revealed, and Wan Xiang glared at him with anger in her eyes.

That palace maid was most likely someone by Tian Guiren's side. Everything now made sense. Yan Ge stared at Xiao Chuanzi for a while before saying, "Punishing you now serves no purpose. Go down and reflect on this."

Xiao Chuanzi became even more unsettled when he wasn't punished. He stood up in a dejected manner and, with a feeble expression, withdrew alongside Wan Xiang.

Yan Ge leisurely walked to the window, his hands behind his back, sighing with resignation.

He had underestimated the dangers within the deep palace. Even the creation of a simple toothbrush and toothpaste to improve the quality of life had attracted the attention of someone with ill intentions. What else could happen?

Song Ruhao, Du Zhengfeng, and Zhou Wenhao also concerned Yan Ge. These three individuals couldn't possibly be like him, unwilling to become a consort. If they saw him walking with palace maids from other palaces today, it would surely arouse their suspicion, and he had no idea what would happen next.

The idea of preserving oneself wisely didn't apply within the palace. Not seeking trouble didn't mean trouble wouldn't seek you. Was he only left with finding a powerful support within the palace? Yan Ge crossed his arms behind his back, leaning against the window frame, contemplating this possibility.

In the vast harem, the one with the greatest power was undoubtedly the Empress. But to become the Empress and maintain such a stable position, she certainly wasn't easy to get along with.

The other consorts held respectable positions, but they were still women, and it would be awkward to mix with them.

As for Tian Guiren, she had to be ruled out. If she could threaten him over something as trivial as a toothbrush and toothpaste, tomorrow she might kill him over something else. As for Song Ruhao, Du Zhengfeng, and Zhou Wenhao, they were all men and could be approached more frequently, but the three of them held no significant position within the harem and couldn't be considered "powerful support."

Yan Ge mentally filtered through almost everyone in the harem, yet he gained no insights.

Suddenly, he remembered the system and called out in his mind, "System?"

The childish voice immediately sounded, filled with surprise and excitement. "Master, have you finally changed your mind?"

Yan Ge was speechless. He walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, lifted his robes, and sat down. "I'll ask you, why did you say before that I would definitely change my mind? Do you know something?"

"Why bother asking? The higher you upgrade, the more benefits you receive. So, I believed you would change your mind," the doll said triumphantly. "Master, have you encountered some trouble?"

Others didn't know about the system's existence, and the system couldn't leak any information. Yan Ge didn't mind having a chat with it and explained his situation.

The system's voice suddenly increased by a few decibels. "Master! Who said the Empress holds the greatest power in the harem? It's the Emperor, the Emperor! The Emperor is the thickest thighs to hold onto."

Yan Ge chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "So, you're suggesting that I hug the Emperor's thighs?" The system hadn't given up on its idea of climbing ranks.

The childish voice spoke earnestly, "Master, please don't think that I said that to help you upgrade."

Yan Ge thought to himself, 'That's exactly why you said it.'

"Just think about it. If you could truly make the Emperor your backer, wouldn't you walk through the harem sideways? Even the Empress wouldn't be able to do anything to you, and people like Tian Guiren would be insignificant. Master, holding onto the Emperor's thighs would undoubtedly be beneficial! Please seriously consider my suggestion."

Yan Ge listened absentmindedly at first, but something suddenly clicked in his mind. The current Emperor did not favor men, so he didn't necessarily have to hold onto the Emperor's thigh in the role of a "consort." There were other ways he could achieve it. Tian Guiren had mentioned offering toothbrushes and toothpaste to the Emperor. If the toothpaste and toothbrush indeed piqued the Emperor's interest, Yan Ge could use it as a starting point to come up with more brilliant ideas to gain the Emperor's trust. By then, wouldn't he be able to hold onto his thigh?

The more Yan Ge thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, and a confident smile tugged at the corners of his lips. However, there was one point to consider. As the saying goes, "One accompanies a tiger as if it were a tiger." When the Emperor trusted him, he would naturally be at ease in the palace. But if the Emperor's trust waned…

Yan Ge felt he needed to think carefully and cautiously. The system called out to him several times, but he didn't pay attention.

After contemplating all day, he still hadn't made up his mind. The next morning, after having breakfast, he had to go and pay respects to Song Ruhao.

As always, Zhou Wenhao had arrived early and was sitting in his seat, sipping tea. When he saw Yan Ge, a strange smile appeared on his face.

Yan Ge ignored him and walked to the center of the hall, performing the ritual with precision. Even so, it didn't diminish his inherent nobility in the slightest.

"Yan Daying pays respects to Song Guiren. May Song Guiren be blessed."

"No need for formalities, please take a seat."

Yan Ge felt that Song Ruhao's response took a few seconds longer than usual, but he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

After sitting down, Zhou Wenhao couldn't wait to ask, "Yan Daying , was the young eunuch who came to find you yesterday from Tian Guiren's side?"

Yan Ge could only nod, maintaining his usual smile. He had anticipated being questioned about this today.

Just as Zhou Wenhao was about to ask again, Du Zhengfeng walked in. Zhou Wenhao had to wait for Du Zhengfeng to pay his respects to Song Ruhao and Yan Ge before speaking again. "Du Changzai, it turns out that the young eunuch from yesterday was indeed from Tian Guiren's side."

"Is that so?" Du Zhengfeng sat calmly, holding a teacup and sipping tea, seemingly indifferent. He only glanced at Yan Ge briefly.

Zhou Wenhao was somewhat helpless and had to pursue the question himself. "Yan Daying, may I ask why Tian Guiren sought you out?"

Yan Ge smiled slyly. "Actually, it was just a misunderstanding. Tian Guiren heard from someone that this humble one is proficient in various arts, including qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She wanted to borrow a qin score." He didn't believe Tian Guiren would reveal the incident of "borrowing flowers to offer Buddha," so it was safe to make up a story now.

Zhou Wenhao didn't believe it at all. "What extraordinary piece of qin score requires Yan Daying's assistance to borrow? Yan Daying, we all know that Tian Guiren has taken an interest In you, and you wouldn't use that as a means of coercion. Why resort to such excuses?"

"Why would Zhou Daying say such words?" Yan Ge looked at him in surprise, innocence written all over his face as if he didn't understand why he was being falsely accused. "Everything I've said is true. If Zhou Daying doesn't believe me, you can go ask Tian Guiren."

Zhou Wenhao was left speechless and drank his tea with a gloomy expression, his head lowered. He was just a mere Daying, and meeting a consort with higher rank wasn't something that could be easily accomplished.

Song Ruhao cleared his throat and spoke gently to Yan Ge. "Yan Daying, please don't mind Zhou Daying's words. In truth, among the male consorts in this palace, there are only the four of us. Zhou Daying naturally wishes to be closer to you. If Yan Daying can truly gain favor through Tian Guiren, the three of us will only offer our blessings. Du Changzai, Zhou Daying, can you confirm what I've said?"

Du Zhengfeng replied, "Certainly."

Zhou Wenhao also casually nodded.

Yan Ge smiled but remained silent. Song Ruhao had allowed Zhou Wenhao to interrogate him for a while, so he was not a simple character. It seemed that he truly needed to make a decision soon. Waiting until the crisis struck would be too late to respond.

Whether it was related to the emperor or not, his survival within the palace was in jeopardy. So why not take a gamble? Embracing anyone's thigh is the same, so it's better to embrace the thickest one.

Yan Ge finally made up his mind: to embrace the emperor's thigh. However, the problem was that you can't embrace a thigh just because you want to. How can you embrace it when you can't even see the emperor's face?

"System."

The doll's voice came quickly, "Master, you called me. Have you finally changed your mind?"

"Don't you find it tiresome to say the same thing every time?" Yan Ge quipped.

"I exhaust myself for my master, so I'm not tired!"

Yan Ge could almost imagine a little doll patting its chest, which made him laugh. "Do you have a name? It's not appropriate to just call you 'system' all the time."

"No," the doll suggested, "Master, why don't you give me a name?"

"Alright," Yan Ge pondered, "Let's use my surname. You'll be called Yan Jin, and your nickname will be Xiao Jin. How does that sound?"

"Okay," the system cheerfully replied, "I like this name."

Yan Ge brought up the main issue, "Xiao Jin, tell me, what rewards can I obtain besides silver when I level up?"

Yan Jin asked excitedly, "Master, are you planning to level up?"

Yan Ge shrugged, his eyes curving, "Only if the rewards are worth it."

Yan Jin spoke seriously, "Master, due to certain reasons that are not detrimental to you, I currently can't tell you what the rewards will be in the future. I can only mention the rewards for the next level after you complete each mission. But I can assure you that the higher the level, the greater the value of the rewards. Trust me, you won't regret it."

"You said 'currently,' meaning you'll tell me in the future?" Yan Ge wasn't too disappointed. The system hadn't been particularly forthright since their first conversation.

"Yes," Yan Jin's tone was earnest.

Yan Ge pondered for a moment and said casually, "Alright then. Let's try leveling up."

Yan Jin immediately became happy and asked eagerly, "Master, how do you plan to embrace the Emperor's thigh? Right now, you have one Transformation Pill, one Poison Immunity Pill, and the book 'The Eighteen Arts of Yufu.' The Transformation Pill and Immunity Pill aren't needed for the time being, but 'The Eighteen Arts of Yufu contains several methods to capture the Emperor's heart and mind."

Yan Ge had a vein popping on his forehead but let out a long sigh and said, "Then bring it out and let me see."

The next second, a book appeared in his hand. The cover had an ancient style with the words "The Eighteen Arts of Yufu" written vertically, and the characters "Yufu" were particularly large and bold.

Yan Ge flipped the first page open. The calligraphy was in a cursive style and somewhat difficult to decipher, but luckily, he had studied calligraphy before and was familiar with cursive script:

"The First Technique, Culinary Arts. To capture someone's heart, one must first capture their stomach."

There were detailed explanations following this sentence, spanning nearly a thousand characters, and it concluded with hundreds of recipes.

Yan Ge was speechless as he flipped through several pages until the Second Technique.

—The Art of Gentleness. Being gentle is paramount. By being gentle, even the hardest steel can be made pliable. There were four or five fascinating examples following it.

—The Third Technique, Music. There was a musical score provided.

—The Fourth Technique…

Until the Eighteenth Technique, Seduction. To conquer someone's heart, one can also start by conquering their body. Attached was a prescription of the best aphrodisiac, which has a long-lasting effect and does not harm the body.

Yan Ge clicked his tongue and put the book back in the system storage, feeling that the system was unreliable. It seemed that he had to rely on himself. As a modern person, he had many advantages. He needed to think about how to use them specifically.

He stood up and Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi, who were waiting outside the door, bowed respectfully.

"Let's go out for a walk."

"Yes!" Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi almost burst into tears of joy.

In the past few days, Yan Ge had intentionally kept his distance from them. He spoke no more than three sentences a day and didn't ask for their help unless necessary. He even went for walks in the small courtyard without allowing them to accompany him. Both of them were cautious, fearing that Yan Ge might become angry and send them back to their original place.

Where would they find such a good master then? Now that Yan Ge allowed them to follow him again, they knew that the master had forgiven them, so they quickly caught up.

Yan Ge estimated that they had truly understood, so he gave them a few more reminders. "There's no need to be so restrained. Just remember one thing: If this young master is good, then you should be good as well."

"Yes, we understand, master," Xiao Chuanzi and Wan Xiang said in unison.

As Yan Ge walked out, he smiled and said, "Wan Xiang, Xiao Chuanzi, you've caused trouble for each other this time. Xiao Chuanzi, you should find some time to apologize to Wan Xiang."

Xiao Chuanzi smiled, "I understand, master. I will definitely find time to apologize."

Wan Xiang asked, "Master, where are we going?"

"To the Imperial Garden," Yan Ge said with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. It was said that the Imperial Garden was the most likely place to encounter the emperor. At least he had to give it a try.

The Imperial Garden was located to the east of the Spring Breeze Palace, quite a distance away. It took them nearly half an hour to get there. Before they reached the garden gate, three people came out from another alley: Song Ruhao, Du Zhengfeng, and Zhou Wenhann.

Yan Ge was somewhat surprised but didn't stop his steps. The calm and composed atmosphere made Song Ruhao and the others momentarily stunned. They could only wait for him to approach them unhurriedly and watch him bow.

Zhou Wenhann's gaze fell on Yan Ge, a hint of sarcasm appeared in his eyes, mocking him for finally being unable to resist.

Song Ruhao quickly regained his composure and smiled. "How could Brother Yan bear to go out today? It seems like you don't enjoy going out much, so we didn't invite you along."

Du Zhengfeng added, "Indeed, it's rare."

Yan Ge said, "The weather is nice today, so I thought I'd take a casual walk."

Song Ruhao said, "Since we've encountered each other, let's go together then."

Zhou Wenhann chuckled softly, "Song Guiren, I'm afraid Brother Yan may have prior arrangements and it would be inconvenient for him to accompany us."

"Song Guiren, please," Yan Ge smiled and glanced at Zhou Wenhann, disregarding his rudeness. He raised his right hand and made a graceful gesture, inviting Song Ruhao to go ahead.

This gesture exuded an air of elegance, and Song Ruhao was momentarily taken aback. He took a step forward and couldn't help but feel puzzled. He had seen Yan Ge twice before, but when did he become so composed?

The four male consorts walked ahead, while the palace maids and eunuchs followed a few steps behind, aware of their positions.

A rich floral fragrance wafted through the Imperial Garden, and the sound of trickling water could be faintly heard, gentle and pleasant. The birds sang from time to time in the grove, as if in joyous celebration. The melodious sound of a qin floated in the air, but it was uncertain which consort was expressing her emotions through its strings.

Upon entering the garden gate, a fragrant breeze greeted them, and the scent of fresh green leaves refreshed their hearts. Yan Ge was in a cheerful mood, silently understanding why both the emperor and the consorts enjoyed strolling here when they had free time. It truly was a delightful place. Looking around, there were flower beds, artificial hills, lotus ponds, covered walkways, pavilions, and towers, all arranged in an enchanting manner, creating a harmonious and picturesque scene.

The group followed a winding cobblestone path through the secluded woods. Suddenly, they came to a serene lake. Willow branches gracefully swayed by the lakeside, reflecting the water's emerald hue. Floating willow catkins danced like snowflakes in the air.

Zhou Wenhan's poetic spirit soared as he exclaimed, "The grass and trees know that spring will not last long, competing in a myriad of red and purple hues. Willow catkins and elm pods lack poetic thoughts, only causing a snow-like flurry."

Song Ruhao clapped his hands and praised, "Excellent poem! Brother Zhou is truly talented."

Yan Ge also joined in with a couple of compliments, "Indeed, a remarkable poem."

"Song Guiren and Brother Yan have praised me too much," Zhou Wenhann's face was filled with a smile, showing satisfaction. However, when he turned to see Du Zhengfeng's indifferent expression, his smile faded. Du Zhengfeng was too rigid, and Zhou Wenhann didn't think the emperor would take a liking to him. Thus, he had never regarded Du Zhengfeng as a threat. With this thought in mind, he quickly regained his composure and discreetly looked around, hoping to be the first to spot the emperor's presence.

After walking a few steps, they noticed a pavilion not far away, where a concubine was playing the qin, surrounded by two rows of palace maids. The concubine caught sight of them, and gave them a faint smile tinged with mockery, and continued playing.

The four of them had no choice but to avoid the pavilion and turn in another direction. Unexpectedly, as they passed by a flowerbed, they encountered two elegantly dressed concubines holding exquisite flower baskets, carefully pruning flowers. Their postures, grace, and smiles were perfect from every angle. The beauties smiled and laughed with each other, looking picturesque and they didn't feel like disturbing them. Helpless, the four of them changed their direction once again, only to come across another concubine who was feeding the fish by the pond, her gauzy robes and ribbons fluttering in the breeze, her shadow dancing on the water, playfully mingling with the fish.

Yan Ge was speechless. Obviously, he wasn't the only one who believed that the Imperial Garden offered the highest likelihood of encountering the emperor.

"Song Guiren, Daying wishes to take a stroll in that direction," Yan Ge observed that Song Ruhao and the others had no intention of leaving, so he casually pointed towards a certain path.

Song Ruhao nodded, and Yan Ge led Wan Xiang and Xiaochanzi to depart through a secluded pathway, making an effort to avoid encountering others.

"Master, are you leaving so soon?" Wan Xiang asked, puzzled.

Yan Ge casually plucked a willow twig and played with it in his hand. "The fragrance of powder here is even more intense than that of flowers. Why linger in this place?"

Wan Xiang offered reassurance, saying, "Master, please don't be disheartened. Male consorts have always been a symbol of fortune, and His Majesty will surely summon you one day."

Yan Ge smiled without speaking, actually engaging in conversation with Yan Jin.

"Yan Jin, the plan for the Imperial Garden was a complete failure."

Yan Jin advised, "Master, I believe you should consider trying the 'The Eighteen Arts of Yufu.'"

Yan Ge spoke leisurely, "How can you be so dull? He is an emperor, not a 'husband.' The 'Eighteen Arts of Yufu' are utterly irrelevant, as I cannot even catch a glimpse of the Emperor. May I inquire if I can lodge a complaint with your superiors?"

Yan Jin was at a loss for words. "Um… Well, what is the master's next step?"

Yan Ge confidently stated, "Just wait. Since we can't make a move within the palace, we'll start from outside."

"Has Master already come up with a plan?" Yan Jin asked eagerly.

"Indeed," Yan Ge replied, his hands clasped behind his back. He leisurely admired the beautiful scenery along the road, with a relaxed and contented gait that left others envious.

"Your Majesty, is that also one of your consorts?"

Behind a cluster of green trees stood two men. The one speaking was a man dressed in black robes, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He had a mischievous smile, handsome features, and in his right hand, he played a transverse flute with a playful gaze, watching Yan Ge's receding figure.

The other man was tall and robust, with a straight and slender physique. He wore a yellow imperial robe and a golden crown on his head. His ink-black hair reached his shoulders, and his well-sculpted facial features exhibited majesty. His deep, dark eyes burned like torches, his nose was tall and straight, and his perfectly shaped lips exuded an air of Indifference. Upon hearing the words of the man in black, he uttered calmly, "A man."

The man in black chuckled and didn't dare say anything more.

After returning to his residence, Yan Ge sat down at the desk and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair arms. "Xiao Chuanzi, grind the ink."

"Understood."

Both Xiao Chuanzi and Wan Xiang lowered their heads, avoiding to look at his hands. After all, Yan Ge was the emperor's concubine, and certain taboos had to be observed.

Once the ink was ground, Yan Ge pressed the paperweight on the smooth white paper and dipped the brush in the ink. "Yan Jin, help me recite the recipes from 'The Eighteen Arts of Yufu,' while I write."

"Alright." Yan Jin's voice sounded childish as it began to recite, "Jade Shrimp Rings: marinate fish with salt and pepper, add half a lemon, butter…"

Xiao Chuanzi, who recognized a few characters, curiously asked, "Jade Shrimp Rings, Pearl Bamboo Shoots with Dried Shrimp, Longevity Character Duck Soup… Master, are you writing down recipes?"

Yan Ge continued writing absentmindedly, "Yes. The economic situation is a bit tight on my mother's side of the family, so I plan to write some recipes for them to open a restaurant."

"I see." Xiao Chuanzi understood. After all, having seen so much in the palace, she knew that the young master intended to help his family with their business. However, due to the court's regulations prohibiting officials from engaging in business, most officials would put their businesses under their wives' names to circumvent the law. It was a case of "finding a way around the rules."

After filling a sheet of paper, Wan Xiang carefully placed it on the couch to let it dry.

Yan Ge's brush moved swiftly, transcribing thousands of characters, not only copying some recipes from "The Eighteen Arts of Yufu," but also recalling the methods of dishes and snacks he had eaten in modern times, writing them all down. Then, he took another sheet of paper and gave the restaurant a resounding name, "Liu Xianju," leaving a few words hinting that it was a gift for his mother. Yan Xiaojing and Yan Su would understand immediately.

After some contemplation, he also wrote down modern concepts of decoration, promotion, management, and sales in simple language, trying to be concise. Even if the brushstrokes were small, they took up space, and when all the pages were bound together, it formed a thin book. Yan Ge decided that if he had the chance, he would invent a fountain pen or a ballpoint pen.

"Is there a way to send these things out?" he asked.

Wan Xiang replied, "It's possible, but carrying such a large item out might be difficult to conceal. In order to prevent people from stealing things from the palace and selling them, the palace residents are searched when they leave."

Yan Ge interlocked his fingers, tapping his fingertips lightly on his hand. "Ding. Side mission – Please ask Zhou Wenhan for help in delivering the recipes out of the palace. Mission time: within three days. Reward: 50 taels of silver and a silver box. Punishment for failure: deduction of 50 taels of silver. To accept the mission, choose 'Yes.' To refuse, choose 'No.'"

Yan Ge was taken aback and asked in his mind, "Yan Jin, what is this about? Do you know about my experiences in reality?"

Yan Jin replied, "I don't know. Master, side missions are randomly triggered and not subject to my control. However, Master, I suggest you accept the side missions because the rewards might come in handy in the future."

Yan Ge hesitated only briefly before accepting. He calculated that the system had rewarded him a total of 65 taels of silver, so even if the mission failed, it would cover the penalty. Besides, he was also curious about the silver box.

But what puzzled him was why the system wanted him to seek Zhou Wenhan's help. Among the other three male concubines, Zhou Wenhan was the one who least favored him. He didn't have much hope for success, but there was no harm in trying.

Based on his understanding of Zhou Wenhan during this period, Zhou Wenhan boasted of being proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. In that case…

He picked up a pen and quickly wrote something on a sheet of paper, instructing Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi, "Let's go and visit Zhou Wenhan. Xiao Chuanzi, carry this along."

In Chunlu Pavilion, Zhou Wenhan sat restlessly on the couch, contemplating how he could meet the emperor. Suddenly, his little eunuch, Xiao Linzi, announced that Yan Ge had come to visit. Zhou Wenhan sat up abruptly, almost falling off the couch, and it was his palace maid Xinger, who caught him just in time.

"Yan Ge? He has never visited my Chunlu Pavilion before. I want to see what he wants. Invite him in."

"Yes."

After Yan Ge entered, Zhou Wenhan sat by the table, sipping tea without getting up, and smiled, "Yan Daying, what brings you here? Please have a seat. Xinger, pour some tea."

Yan Ge sat down, "Zhou Daying, it's fate that we stay within the same Palace. Within this palace, our first adversaries are not each other, but rather the 'outside' world…" he gestured towards the grand doors of Chunlu Pavilion, "What are your thoughts on this, Zhou Daying?"

Zhou Wenhan sipped his tea and remained silent, waiting for Yan Ge to continue.

Yan Ge proceeded, "I came here to present Zhou Daying with a gift that may help fulfill his dreams."

"Oh?" Zhou Wenhan became intrigued but remained cautious. Could Yan Ge truly be so kind as to offer him a gift?

Yan Ge generously produced a sheet of paper containing a long-lost musical score. To assure Zhou Wenhan that there was no poison on the paper, he unfolded it deliberately, using his palm to smooth it out. "This is an ancient and forgotten musical score that I stumbled upon. Zhou Wenhan possesses exceptional talent, and if you were to perform this composition, it would undoubtedly astound everyone. Why should we worry about the Emperor not summoning you?"

Zhou Wenhan struggled to maintain his composure, yet his face couldn't hide his excitement. He subconsciously leaned forward, his eyes glancing at the paper. "May I have a look first, if you please?"

Yan Ge smiled and said nothing, folding the paper and revealing only the first half of the musical score.

Zhou Wenhan immediately leaned in, the more he looked, the brighter the joy on his face became. After he returned to his seat and composed himself, he asked, "Yan Daying must have a request, right?"

"Zhou Daying is truly smart," Yan Ge replied. He took a package from Xiao Chuanzi's hand and signaled for him and Wan Xiang to leave.

Seeing this, Zhou Wenhan felt a puzzled, but he also allowed Xiao Linzi and Xing'er to leave.

Yan Ge opened the package and flipped through a few pages of the book inside, saying, "When idle hands find their way, they become a treasure palace. This collection of recipes was born from my boredom. I wish to send it to my parents, that they may establish a restaurant in the capital and provide some financial support for our household. As you and I both know, with our humble positions, gaining an audience with the Emperor requires careful arrangements and significant expenses. I wonder if Zhou Wenhan would be willing to assist me in this small favor?"

He deliberately spoke half-truths, straightforwardly explaining the need to spend money to secure a path to meet the Emperor, ensuring that Zhou Wenhan would not suspect his intentions.

As expected, Zhou Wenhan looked at him with a gaze that said, "I knew you also wanted to see the Emperor, even if you didn't admit it before," laced with a hint of mockery, and then nodded. "You've come to the right person if you need help. The disciple of the eunuch in charge of procurement in the palace is a distant cousin of mine. He will still require my assistance in the palace. Moreover, the contents of your book are merely recipes, so taking them out of the palace should not be a problem."

Yan Ge smiled and clasped his hands together. "In that case, I am grateful to Zhou Daying. I will give you half of the musical score now, and once you have delivered the items, I will give you the other half. What do you think?"

Zhou Wenhan was eager to know the complete content of the musical score, so he was somewhat disappointed, but could only agree. "Very well. The palace makes daily purchases, so by tomorrow noon, Yan Daying should await good news."

"Good," Yan Ge stood up, bowing once again. "In that case, I wish Zhou Daying success in achieving his desires. To avoid trouble, it would be best not to let anyone else know about the recipe book."

Zhou Wenhan lifted his teacup. "Rest assured. I understand, Yan Daying."

Yan Ge said no more, leaving with Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi.

Du Zhengfeng approached from the other side of the cobblestone path, and when he saw him coming out of Chunlu Pavilion, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Greetings, Du Changzai."

"No need for formalities," Du Zhengfeng replied. "Is this the first time Yan Daying has visited Zhou Daying?"

Yan Ge smiled, seemingly unconcerned about Du Zhengfeng's probing. "Du Changzai, are you and Zhou Daying quite close? To know such details."

Du Zhengfeng glanced at him. "Changzai and Song Guiren are aware of this. If Yan Daying has the time, you're welcome to visit me as well."

"If I have the time, I will certainly trouble you," Yan Ge replied.

As they walked further away, Yan Ge could still sense Du Zhengfeng's gaze upon him. He inwardly wondered and turned his head, but Du Zhengfeng was nowhere to be seen. He found it amusing how suspicious he had become.

The following day, before it was time for lunch, Yan Ge heard a notification in his mind: "Ding. Congratulations on successfully completing the side mission – 'Please ask Zhou Wenhan for help in delivering the recipes out of the palace.' Mission completed successfully, reward: 50 taels of silver and a silver chest. Would you like to open the silver chest now?"

Yan Ge mentally selected "Yes," and the silver chest opened. With the words "Congratulations, you have obtained the complete manual for the Flowing Sand Divine Sword technique," a flash of silver light occurred as something was added to his system backpack.

Yan Ge felt a surge of joy. A sword technique manual? Could he become a legendary martial arts master?

He quickly opened the backpack, finding an item labeled "Flowing Sand Divine Sword Technique." Upon clicking it, a dynamic light image appeared before him. A young man dressed in ancient garb wielded a sword, performing intricate and ever-changing moves, as fluid as flowing water.

The first movement was slow, the second, fast. Even though it was a mere illusion, Yan Ge could sense a strong murderous intent. After nearly twenty minutes, the young hero finished demonstrating the entire set of sword techniques, standing still in silence.

After clicking once again, the scene started to repeat. Yan Ge used a brush as a sword and began to learn along.

Wan Xiang, accustomed to her master's occasional peculiar actions, watched with great interest.

Xiao Chuanzi reported from outside, "Reporting to the master, Xiao Linzi from the Chunlu Pavilion requests an audience."

"Oh," Yan Ge recalled his arrangement with Zhou Wenhan and put away the brush. "Wan Xiang, give him the musical score."

"Yes."

For the next few days, Yan Ge immersed himself entirely in learning the Flowing Sand Sword Technique. His speed increased, and he began to realize the exquisite nature of this sword technique. Not only could he feel his body growing stronger and healthier, but he also sensed a subtle warmth emanating from the lower abdomen. He suspected it to be the result of cultivating inner strength through the sword technique.

Meanwhile, outside the palace, Yan Xiaojing and Yan Su were amazed by Yan Ge's quick thinking and thorough planning. Although they wondered how he acquired such knowledge, they simply assumed he was inspired by others within the palace and didn't question the origin of those recipes. They immediately began making preparations for the restaurant. After all, the idea of borrowing a dead body to come back to life was unheard of, and they didn't even consider that possibility.

It wasn't until a month later that a eunuch came to Chunfeng Palace with an imperial edict.

Song Ruhao, Du Zhengfeng, and Zhou Wenhan came out joyfully to receive the imperial decree.

During this time, Song Ruhao had never given up on communicating with his father, hoping to persuade the Emperor to bestow his favor upon him.

Du Zhengfeng also occasionally strolled through the Imperial Garden, clearly showing that his mind was preoccupied with other matters.

Zhou Wenhan, on the other hand, persisted in playing the qin every day. About half a month ago, he had the fortunate opportunity to be summoned by the Emperor when he in the Imperial Garden and even received verbal praise from him. Although the Emperor did not reveal his true intentions that time, there was still great hope, wasn't there?

And now, the imperial edict had arrived. The faces of the three individuals beamed with delight.

Yan Ge knelt quietly at the back, not particularly concerned. The plan outside the palace was not in its final stage yet, and even if the Emperor wanted to summon him, it wouldn't be now.

The eunuch, who had witnessed countless anticipatory expressions from palace consorts, glanced at each of them and shook his head inwardly. Only after a moment did he announce, "The Emperor has issued an edict, summoning Yan Daying for an audience. Long live the Emperor."

Song Ruhao, Du Zhengfeng, and Zhou Wenhuan simultaneously turned their heads to look at Yan Ge, their eyes filled with disbelief. Why would it be him? It's actually him!

Yan Ge was also puzzled. He endured the piercing gazes, and bowed, saying, "This servant expresses his gratitude. Long live the Emperor!"

Wan Xiang and Xiao Chuanzi exchanged a glance, seeing excitement and joy in each other's eyes. They made an effort to restrain their exhilaration and silently followed.

Yan Ge, on the other hand, remained composed, walking at a steady pace.

The eunuch delivering the imperial decree glanced at him, secretly amazed. This eunuch's name was Deng Mande, and was in fact, the Emperor's personal eunuch and the head eunuch in the harem. He had been with the Emperor since his early childhood and was now in his thirties. He had a pair of small eyes, even when opened to the fullest, they were only two slits. However, the gleam that shot out from those slits seemed to penetrate everything.

The Emperor had him personally deliver the decree, also intending for him to secretly observe Yan Ge. Now, taking a look at him, he felt that this Yan Daying was quite intriguing. To possess such composure in the face of favor and at such a young age wasn't something that could be improvised or pretended. It came from accumulated experiences.

When they arrived outside Tenglong Palace, Yan Ge was initially overwhelmed by the solemn and dignified atmosphere of the grand palace. Indeed, it was the Emperor's sleeping quarters, completely different in style from the palaces where concubines resided, exuding strength and dominance. There were guards stationed every three steps outside the palace, patrolling every moment, and the air around the guards exuded a fierce and vigilant aura.

Deng Mande went inside first to report, while Yan Ge waited outside the hall. It took some time, but Yan Ge remained unruffled, his face showing no signs of impatience.

After about five or six minutes, the sound of the transmission of messages from inside began to reach the outside, indicating the depth and vastness of the grand hall.

"Announcing Yan Daying's presence for an audience—"

A young eunuch led Yan Ge inside and paused at a curtain. Yan Ge knew that beyond this point was the main hall. He lowered his head to check his attire, ensuring it was neat, then with a lowered gaze, he walked forward.

After seeing a red carpet spread out on the steps. He knelt down and bowed his head, saying, "This servant pays respects to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor!"

After a moment, a magnetic yet indifferent deep voice came from above, "Rise."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yan Ge lifted the hem of his robe and stood up.

"Raise your head."

The corners of Yan Ge's mouth twitched inwardly, but he followed the command and lifted his head. Having traveled to ancient times, he naturally had some curiosity about the Emperor. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he stole a few glances and silently marveled.

The Emperor was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, his handsome features were beyond question, emanating an innate aura of dominance and awe-inspiring majesty. His sharp gaze focused straight ahead, sitting firmly on the throne, as if he were sitting atop the entire kingdom with unwavering composure.

Deng Mande, who was standing beside the throne, was startled. This Yan Daying was too audacious, daring to directly gaze at the Emperor. He cautiously stole a glance at the Emperor.

However, Huangfu Yuchen showed no anger as he looked at Yan Ge and asked, "We heard that the recipes for the dishes at Liuxian Residence in the capital were created by you?"

Yan Ge was taken aback for a moment, then secretly delighted. Could it be that Yan Xiaojing and Yan Su had acted so swiftly that Liuxian Residence had already gained momentum?

Due to the inconvenience of contacting the outside palace, he had no idea of the extent of Yan Xiaojing and Yan Su's excitement upon obtaining those recipes.

He was also eager to taste those delicious dishes, so he had instructed they use additional manpower, allowing the restaurant to open so quickly and gain a certain level of fame. Among those dishes, many were not even available in the palace, so it was only a matter of time before the news reached the palace.

"The servant dares not deceive Your Majesty. Since childhood, this concubine has had a fondness for exquisite cuisine and often indulged in whimsical musings during leisure time. Eventually, these dishes were conceived, and their flavors are indeed exceptional. Originally, I intended to present them to Your Majesty, but I feared it might be misunderstood as having ulterior motives. That is why I allowed the establishment of this restaurant beforehand. It is a great fortune that they can be tasted by Your Majesty"

Ordinary people could not enjoy what the Emperor had not enjoyed, so he had to provide a clear explanation to prevent implicating others.

"The servant also possesses another recipe book, containing dozens of additional dishes beyond what is available outside the palace. The servant dares to offer it to Your Majesty." Yan Ge retrieved neatly stacked papers from his sleeve and presented them with both hands. Fortunately, in anticipation of an abrupt summoning by the Emperor, he had kept the papers on his person in recent days.

A trace of disdain and mockery flashed in Huangfu Yuchen's eyes. Another fawning consort. From the information he had received, Yan Daying was clearly different from the other three male consorts. He rarely strolled in the Imperial Gardens, and he had never made any attempt to seek favor from the Emperor.

He had thought that Yan Daying was unique, but he felt disappointed today. However, this person's thoughts were agile and timely, providing a clever explanation for his actions, so he couldn't look down on him. Furthermore, Huangfu Yuhe mentioned the delicacies of Liuxian Residence every time he entered the palace, piquing his curiosity.

*Huangfu Yuhu is the brother.

Deng Mande descended and received the papers, confirming their safety before passing them to Huangfu Yuchen.

After a quick glance, Huangfu Yuchen's appetite was aroused, and he couldn't help but give Yan Ge a scrutinizing look. If these dishes were truly devised by him, it was indeed remarkable.

"Not bad. Deng Mande, reward Yan Ge with ten pieces of brocade and satin and five hundred taels of silver."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yan Ge bowed in gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Huangfu Yuchen stated, "Very well, there are still state affairs that require my attention. Yan Daying, you may rise and retire."

Yan Ge was taken aback. Finally seeing the Emperor, and it ended like this? He had no inkling that his "fawning" behavior had already sparked disdain in Huangfu Yuchen.

Huangfu Yuchen didn't miss the disappointment in his eyes. Could it be that he wanted more? It was pure greed. He found Yan Ge increasingly repulsive and frowned in displeasure.

Deng Mande, understanding the Emperor's intentions, wore a stern expression and was about to speak.

Before Yan Ge could rise from his kneeling position, he lifted his head, smiled slightly at Huangfu Yuchen, and directly asked, "Your Majesty, would you like to enrich the national treasury?"

Huangfu Yuchen's entire presence suddenly intensified, emanating a cold, solemn aura that engulfed Yan Ge.

Deng Mande's expression also changed. The harem meddling in politics was a grave offense! Was Yan Daying seeking death? Not only did he dare to speak to the Emperor in such a tone, but his words were also extremely disrespectful and rebellious.

Throughout history, emperors cherished their reputation. Yan Ge wouldn't court death no matter how audacious he was. He immediately, he prostrated himself to show submission, speaking rapidly to prevent Huangfu Yuchen from cutting him off. Using practical examples to appeal to his emotions, he said, "On the street where the servant's family resides, there is a noodle shop that earns approximately three taels of silver per month. If there were a method to earn ten taels per month, they would not refuse it. With ten taels of silver, not only could they send all three children to school, but they might even open another noodle shop."

Deng Mande was taken aback, staring at Huangfu Yuchen in bewilderment. The Emperor's greatest concern was the well-being of the people, and Yan Ge had found the right approach.

Yan Ge earnestly continued, "Your Majesty, the servant is not engaging in politics, nor does the servant dare to do so. The servant only wishes to dedicate oneself to Your Majesty's welfare. It is merely an endeavor to contribute to the national treasury. How could it be regarded as meddling in politics?"

Huangfu Yuchen's dark pupils deepened, locking onto Yan Ge, his silence unbroken. He never expected these words to come from a consort's lips rather than from any minister. It must be said that Yan Ge's words stirred his heart. As a ruler of his era, who wouldn't desire a more abundant national treasury? With silver in hand, not only could the economy flourish, education thrive, and national defense strengthen, but even territorial expansion would no longer require concern over provisions and forces.

If he could truly develop the country into a powerful nation, he would become an emperor revered for all eternity. To be respected by his subjects and leave a lasting legacy is the dream of every emperor. However, although tempted, he could not allow a mere concubine to see through him, nor could he relinquish control of the "negotiations" to him.

This young man dared to speak these words to him, undoubtedly seeking something in return. Even if he might eventually agree to him, he should make this little concubine plead, and plead hard.

Therefore, Huangfu Yuchen remained composed, casting a faint glance at Yan Ge and then picking up a memorial again.

Deng Mande was well aware of the Emperor's temperament. Seeing that the Emperor neither grew angry nor dismissed Yan Ge, there was still room for maneuvering in this matter. It was clear that the Emperor intentionally cold-shouldered Yan Ge for a certain purpose. Thus, Deng Mande pretended to urge Yan Ge, whispering softly, "Yan Daying, His Majesty is busy with state affairs. You should leave for now."

If he left this time, it would be difficult to see the Emperor again. Yan Ge didn't want to give up so easily. A brilliant idea struck him, and a plan formed in his mind. Since the Emperor hadn't commanded him to leave again, it meant he had not yet lost his temper. Why not take advantage of this opening? Yan Ge turned to Deng Mande and spoke in a low voice, "Eunuch Deng, I suppose you've heard of Liuxian Residence?"

Deng Mande had to cooperate with Huangfu Yuchen and couldn't ignore Yan Ge. He cautiously glanced at Huangfu Yuchen before whispering, "I have."

Yan Ge continued, "I have written a cookbook for my family, consisting of a total of 108 dishes. Each dish is a perfect blend of taste, aroma, and appearance. The vegetarian dishes are priced at 200 coins per dish, while the meat dishes have a minimum price of 1 tael per dish. Assuming Liuxian can simultaneously accommodate eight tables, with each table ordering eight dishes—four meat and four vegetarian—the total cost would be a minimum of 4 taels and 800 coins. For eight tables, it would amount to 32 taels and 6400 coins, or 38 taels and 400 coins. If each table takes one hour to finish their meal, we can host at least nine batches of guests each day. Consequently, the total daily revenue would be 345 taels and 600 coins. Eunuch Deng, please calculate: Would we earn a total of 10,368 taels in a month?"

*1 tael of silver = 1000 copper coins

His mental calculation was spot-on, and there was hardly a pause when it came to calculations. Deng Mande looked at him in astonishment. "Yan Daying, you've figured it out so quickly?"

Huangfu Yuchen's lowered eyes flickered with curiosity and contemplation.

Yan Ge nodded and continued, "This is merely my conservative estimate. The capital is vast, and there are numerous esteemed individuals. With just one restaurant, we could earn 10,000 liang per month. What if we open branches? What if we keep innovating? What if we establish branch restaurants in other cities as well?"

He deliberately paused and added, "This is just one of my ideas. If I come up with more ideas, I can create even greater wealth."

Deng Mande caught a glimpse of Huangfu Yuchen tapping his fingers silently on the memorial and suggested, "Your Majesty, after listening to Yan Ge's remarks, I find them quite reasonable. Why not give him an opportunity?"

Yan Ge was overjoyed and secretly resolved to reward Deng Mande with more money if he succeeded. He once again bowed before Huangfu Yuchen, his eyes curved with a smile. "Your Majesty, I've heard that some impoverished households reuse water used to rinse rice for dishwashing. It's called the recycling of resources. As someone residing in the palace, I enjoy the best food, clothing, and living conditions. I don't wish to indulge in such luxuries without making any contributions."

"Why not give your servant a chance to fully display his abilities?"

Deng Mande found Yan Ge's words amusing and couldn't help but chuckle. But when he saw Huangfu Yuchen cast a faint glance at them, he quickly composed himself and fixed his gaze forward.

Huangfu Yuchen remained silent, seemingly oblivious to their conversation.

Yan Ge felt helpless. He lowered himself to such an extent, yet Huangfu Yuchen remained unmoved. In his previous life, he had run a company and dealt with all kinds of people, including crafty and cunning individuals, but he had never encountered anyone as inscrutable as Huangfu Yuchen. He licked his dry lips and continued to persuade, "Dahan Kingdom values culture. It's not an exaggeration to say that every literate family uses a writing brush. If I can invent a more portable and convenient pen, one that can write smaller characters, thus saving paper, even if each pen is sold for just 2 coins, with millions of literate individuals in the country, I can earn at least 2,000 liang. And that's only domestically. If I sell them abroad for 6 coins each, the profits would double…"

"Oh?" Huangfu Yuchen set the memorial aside and locked his gaze onto Yan Ge's eyes. "Can you create such a pen?"

The palace maidens inside the hall suddenly changed their expressions and simultaneously knelt down, pressing their foreheads and arms against the ground, slightly trembling.

Yan Ge blinked, looking at Huangfu Yuchen in confusion.

Huangfu Yuchen remained silent, while Deng Mande waved his hand, gesturing for the palace maidens to withdraw.

Yan Ge saw that Huangfu Yuchen was waiting for his answer, and was no longer concerned about the palace maidens. He confidently replied, "Your Majesty, I have preliminary ideas that need to be prototyped and verified. The likelihood of success is ninety percent."

Huangfu Yuchen stared at him for a long moment, until Yan Ge's smile froze on his face, then said, "You have conditions."

Yan Ge immediately replied, "Your servant dares not. However, your servant truly requires a more favorable environment to wholeheartedly serve Your Majesty."

Huangfu Yuchen said, "Tell me more."

Yan Ge felt a sudden warmth on his cheeks as he thought about his request. He cautiously said, "In that case, your servant dares to propose that for every 100,000 taels of silver that your servant contributes to the national treasury, your Majesty may consider promoting your servant's rank. Your servant does not seek your favor, but rather seeks advancement in rank. Your servant does not dare to harbor any unwarranted thoughts and only aspires to eventually reach the rank of Huang Guiqing."

*Ranks among male consorts: Daying, Changzai, Shirén (scholar), Cairen, Guiren, Shiqing, Caiqing (honorable official), Guiqing(Noble Consort), to Huang Guiqing(equivalent to Empress in the ranks of female consorts).

A trace of contempt flashed deep within Huangfu Yuchen's eyes, but it quickly vanished. He didn't mind whether Yan Ge even coveted the position of Empress. The palace was his domain, and no one could escape his grasp.

"A mere pen can earn you 2,000 taels. 100,000 taels is too little for a promotion," he said.

Yan Ge was taken aback, suddenly feeling a sense of unease.

Huangfu Yuchen smiled faintly, and his gaze unexpectedly softened. "200,000 taels of silver. For every 200,000 taels that you contribute to the national treasury, I will promote your rank once. Furthermore, if you can truly create the pen you mentioned, I will elevate you to Chanzai even before sales."

200,000 taels! That was nearly equivalent to 200 million yuan! Yan Ge's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt that perhaps he shouldn't have embarked on this journey.

"What's the matter? Having second thoughts?" Huangfu Yuchen looked at him with interest, thoroughly enjoying his conflicted expression. "If you regret it, it's not a problem. Considering your relative honesty, I pardon you. Deng Mande, escort him out." Since Yan Ge had the courage to speak those words to him, it must be an important matter for him to seek a promotion. He believed that Yan Ge wouldn't easily give up on this opportunity. It was a tactic of feigning weakness to capture the opponent.

"Wait!" Yan Ge's mind raced, and he readily agreed, "Your servant accepts. However, your servant has one more condition. In order to facilitate your servant's actions, please allow your servant to leave the palace."

Deng Mande hurriedly interjected, "Your Majesty, this is not appropriate. After all, Yan Ge is Your Majesty's consort, and it would be inappropriate for him to leave the palace. Your Majesty, this is not advisable."

Yan Ge was greatly disappointed.

Huangfu Yuchen nodded, pondering for a moment. "I cannot allow you to stay outside the palace, but I permit you to leave the palace every day at the hour of Chen and return before the hour of You."

*"The hour of Chen" refers to 7:00 a.m., and "The hour of You" refers to before 7:00 p.m.

That's not bad either. Yan Ge nodded, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Huangfu Yuchen thought for a moment and added, "To avoid trouble, from now on, you will reside in my Tenglong Palace."

Yan Ge was taken aback. He had only intended to let the other palace consorts know that he and the Emperor were getting closer. He hadn't expected to receive unexpected rewards.

"Any objections?" Huangfu Yuchen asked with a profound tone.

Yan Ge hastily replied, "None." Residing in Tenglong Palace meant exactly that. He had always intended to curry favor with Huangfu Yuchen. Moreover, living in Tenglong Palace would also allow him to avoid the Internal strife among the other three male consorts of Chunfeng Palace. Why wouldn't he be delighted?

Deng Mande looked at the back-and-forth between the two of them, filled with worry and hesitation. He voiced his concerns, "Your Majesty, are you truly going to agree to Yan Daying's request? After all, Yan Daying is Your Majesty's concubine, and if he goes out of the palace like this every day, there might be security concerns…"

Yan Ge was speechless. What security concerns? Clearly, Deng Mande was worried about the Emperor being cuckolded.

Huangfu Yuchen gave Deng Mande an approving look and said, "Eunuch Deng Mande's concerns are valid. Since Yan Daying has agreed, and considering that he will only have one palace maid and one eunuch by his side, it's clear that he'll be understaffed. In that case, I will assign two assistants to help you."

Yan Ge sighed helplessly. These two people were undoubtedly meant to monitor him. But at the moment, he couldn't care about that. Being granted half of his freedom every day was already satisfying enough. As for other matters, he would plan them out slowly in the future. He only hoped that the rewards he would receive from the system in the future would be worth his sacrifices.

"That would be wonderful. Thank you, Your Majesty," Yan Ge expressed his gratitude.

Huangfu Yuchen turned to Deng Mande and said, "Xuan Gaofeng, Gao Yun."

After a while, two tall men strode in, wearing black robes and black cloaks with red borders. Their aura, bearing, and footsteps all carried the essence of the military, exhibiting a sense of sternness, efficiency, and precision. From their silent approach, Yan Ge deduced that they were highly skilled.

"Paying respects to Your Majesty!"

"Rise." Huangfu Yuchen addressed Yan Ge, "They belong to the Forbidden Army and are among the top experts within the palace. They will follow you from now on."

Yan Ge knelt down to express his thanks.

Huangfu Yuchen turned to Gao Feng and Gao Yun, saying, "From now on, Yan Daying is your master. You must protect him well. Is that clear?"

"Your subordinates obey your orders," Gao Feng and Gao Yun replied in unison.

"Alright then, Yan Daying, you may withdraw."

"Yes! Your servant takes his leave."

Huangfu Yuchen relaxed, leaning back in his chair, and watched with great interest as Yan Ge's figure disappeared behind the curtain.

Deng Mande asked, "Your Majesty seems to be quite interested in Yan Daying?"

"I am indeed curious. I want to see if he truly possesses the abilities he claims. We shall wait and see," Huangfu Yuchen replied. "I don't want today's events to be known by others. As for the previous palace maids…"

"Leave it to me, Your Majesty," Deng Mande assured him.