A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace Chapter 457: So Reluctant!

After much thought, he gritted his teeth!

"Your Majesty, the front lines are too dangerous. You are the ruler of this nation, carrying the burden of all your subjects. How could you risk your life..."

Grand Tutor Shih indeed had a way with words. He delivered a long and eloquent speech. Unflustered, his heart beating steadily, he made his points with righteous and majestic conviction!

Zhao Junyao: "..."

The corner of his mouth twitched; he was at a loss for words.

"AHEM! AHEM!"

He coughed twice to cover up, then said, "It is only about suppressing bandits; it does not merit the description of leading the troops in person. Besides, it’s not my first time..."

Zhao Junyao spoke slowly. He genuinely wanted to go, not to intimidate anyone.

The remonstrance officials realized the Emperor wasn’t joking and immediately grew serious. They knelt down in unison and kowtowed.

"Your Majesty, please reconsider!"

Zhao Junyao’s lips curled slightly, a look of determination on his face.

"My mind is made up. My dear subjects need not persuade me further!"

Upon finishing, he gave Li Shengan a look. Li Shengan understood and quickly shouted, "Petition if there is a matter, withdraw from court if there is none!"

The remonstrance officials became utterly panicked, shouting even louder.

"Your Majesty, you must not risk your life, Your Majesty!"

"Behind you stand all the commoners! If something were to happen to you... PTUI! PTUI! PTUI! In short, you must not go!"

The remonstrance officials persistently surrounded and blocked him, as if the Emperor’s disapproval would only encourage them to continue their shameless pestering.

Witnessing the chaotic scene of remonstrance officials kneeling on the ground, Zhao Junyao felt extremely irritated. Suppressing his anger, he said, "It’s just a mission to destroy bandits; I’m not heading into battle to kill enemies!"

Zhao Junyao thought.

Zhao Junyao was very annoyed.

Zhao Junyao fumed internally.

"Court dismissed!"

The young Emperor let out a low growl and strode out.

And then... he sensed a flurry of footsteps behind him. That group of remonstrance officials actually started to follow him spontaneously.

Zhao Junyao’s face went completely dark. "I said, court dismissed!"

The remonstrance officials looked at each other. "Your Majesty, we didn’t say court wasn’t dismissed!"

Zhao Junyao was furious, grinding his teeth as he spoke. "Court is dismissed, and you’re still not leaving? All of you, get out! SCRAM!!"

The remonstrance officials exchanged glances again. Then... they knelt on the ground and actually began to roll away.

Zhao Junyao felt like he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood. He pressed a hand to his forehead and looked up at the heavens.

The remonstrance officials gradually rolled further away. Zhao Junyao looked for an opportunity to make a run for it. However, those old men, who usually looked as frail as if a gust of wind could blow them over, could run faster than the wind when they needed to. They caught up just as the Emperor’s foot was about to cross the threshold of the great hall, each one kneeling before him.

And then... they each began to deploy their full arsenal of persuasion techniques. Having been remonstrance officials for so many years, who didn’t have a few special tricks up their sleeve?!

Some were master orators, their silver tongues capable of weaving tales so convincingly they could seemingly talk the dead back to life, spittle flying as they spoke.

Some could weep pitifully, tears streaming and snot bubbling, completely disregarding their personal image.

Others neither chattered nor cried. Instead, they began to expound on profound principles, citing everyone from Confucius down to the common folk, appealing to emotions and enlightening with reason.

In the end, Zhao Junyao even began to feel that if he went, the common people would immediately suffer a great disaster, and the entire nation would fall into deep distress and peril.

"Ugh..." Zhao Junyao stared blankly for a good while, finally remembering he should try to resist. But before he could speak, he was immediately drowned out by a flood of various noises—crying, lofty debates, and so-called profound principles.

So he had no choice but to give up, roaring with unbearable frustration, "I’m not going! All of you, get up!"

Resistance was futile; his struggle had failed.

Zhao Junyao was very displeased, but he could only concede. He had no other choice.

When the remonstrance officials heard this, they immediately put away their individual talents, wiped their tears and saliva, and stood up one by one, faces beaming.

They flattered, "The Emperor is wise!"

The remonstrance officials gathered and lavished more praise on the Emperor. In the end, they lavished Zhao Junyao with extravagant praise.

"Your Majesty, you are the sovereign of a nation! A monarch’s words are not spoken lightly, and each one carries the weight of nine sacred tripods!"

"We are extremely reassured! We... will take our leave now!"

The victorious remonstrance officials patted their backsides and walked away smugly.

Soon, he was the only one left in the great hall.

Zhao Junyao fumed.

...

Having adjourned court, he returned to the Imperial Study Room. He was in such a foul mood that he didn’t even want to review memorials. Catching sight of Xia Tingfeng on duty at the entrance to the Imperial Study Room, Zhao Junyao had a sudden impulse.

"Let’s go! Out of the palace!"

Xia Tingfeng was also in a terrible mood. He had just been abandoned by his own father and stepmother, and even his fiancée had been bullied by Lady Yao. So, when Zhao Junyao made the suggestion, he immediately nodded. The two kindred spirits, both in distress, instantly saw eye to eye. They quickly made their arrangements, mounted their horses, and, whipping the reins, galloped out of the palace.