Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1100: What Do You Think?

Chapter 1100: What Do You Think?

Liu Changqing pressed his lips together. A trace of hurt flashed across his face, then he finally asked, “Your Majesty, why are you always so unsatisfied with Xue er?”
Unsatisfied? If Mu Xue had still be the original Mu Xue, Ning Shu would’ve just handed the throne over to her, but it was a man that was currently inside Mu Xue’s body, and that man even seemed to be a task-taker that had used such a malicious curse on her. Even if she had to use up every last ounce of energy in her, she had to drag someone else to die with her to serve as a cushion.
The current situation was just like that of the original storyline. She, just like Mu Nichang, was going to drag Mu Xue down from the position of heir apparent. Even if she couldn’t succeed, she wasn’t going to allow Mu Xue to become emperor that easily.
“This is simply deep hatred from loving too deeply. It’s not that we’re unsatisfied, but that the things she does always disappoint us. Mu Yao had died because of her, yet she doesn’t feel the slightest bit of regret and actually threatened us to dispose of her. Is that an attitude of regret and desire to change? She’s simply trying to threaten us!” said Ning Shu coldly.
“Don’t bother us anymore, and we also don’t need you to look after us.” Ning Shu waved dismissively. “We have government matters to deal with. The inner palace is not to be involved with politics. Could it be that Phoenix Empress wishes to watch from the side as we deal with government matters?”
Liu Changqing pressed his lips together, then said, “Changqing had overstepped.”
Liu Changqing saluted Ning Shu, then turned and left. The figure of his back seemed very sorrowful, but Ning Shu didn’t care at all.
“Help us to the bed,” said Ning Shu to Court Lady Qiu. As she sat on the chair, she couldn’t feel her lower body at all. It seemed to have gone numb. It didn’t seem like blood was even flowing through her legs.
Ning Shu inwardly chanted the heart-clearing chant and somehow managed to drift off to sleep. When she woke up, Court Lady Qiu was standing by the bed holding a cup of tea. She said, “Your Majesty, there’s a bad rumor going around right now.”
Ning Shu’s heart was completely calm. She took a sip of tea. “What happened?”
“There are rumors going around that Your Majesty’s health is failing, that soon... the emperor will die.” Court Lady Qiu knelt on the ground. “Your Majesty, this servant swears that she didn’t tell anyone and has also repeatedly warned the other servants. This servant doesn’t know how it ended up getting out.”
Ning Shu didn’t mind it much. There existed no wind-proof wall in the world. She had just been trying to keep it secret for as long as possible. She was never planning to try and keep it secret forever.
She forced her nearly done for body to court. In the end, the moment her butt touched the dragon throne, a bunch of ministers brought up a memorial and started clamoring for Ning Shu to properly rest and recover. After a good while, they finally told Ning Shu to lift the crown prince’s house arrest punishment and have the crown prince monitor the nation.
From start to finish, Ning Shu’s expression: →_→
The entire situation with her getting poisoned and her body failing was probably Mu Xue’s doing. It had been barely half a month since she was placed under house arrest, yet she was already so bored that she wanted to stir up more excitement. Mu Xue had probably been the one that spread these rumors.
“Our body is perfectly fine. Once we actually die, we’ll let her come out to monitor this nation, to be the emperor,” spat Ning Shu, then she turned and left.
Ning Shu felt that she didn’t have much longer to live. If nothing unexpected occurred, she’d definitely fart her last within ten days. It was probably her end-of-life rally right now. Her body didn’t feel as much pain anymore and her focus was also pretty good.
She increased the pace at which she taught Mu Qing at night. Ning Shu was just shoving everything contained in the original host’s brain at Mu Qing. After for whether Mu Qing could understand it? It had nothing to do with her.
Mu Qing was much calmer now when she saw Ning Shu. At the very last, she had restrained her hatred and fury. She wouldn’t call Ning Shu ‘Imperial Mother’ and only called her ‘Your Majesty.’
“You’re really about to die?” asked Mu Qing.
Ning Shu glanced at Mu Qing, then puked a mouthful of black blood into the spittoon. She wiped her mouth, then said, “How long do you think I’ll be able to live like this?”
Mu Qing: ...
Frick. This was so scary. How can she say that she’s about to die so lightly?
Damned old witch.