Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 954 914: Summoning Them for Portraits

The little eunuch, with great haste, exited the hall.

His entire being was now dedicated to serving Lin Yi wholeheartedly.

After Lin Yi had graciously reinstated his family name, an unwavering loyalty blossomed within him.

He would, without a second thought, rush into a wall if Lin Yi so much as uttered a word commanding him to die.

To him, Lin Yi was not just a benefactor but his very heaven, the parent who had granted him a second life.

Swiftly responding to Lin Yi's directive, he immediately dashed off to find the painter.

However, let us momentarily set aside the affairs concerning this young eunuch.

Our focus will now shift to the unfolding events within the main hall.

The instant Lin Yi's words echoed, the elderly men who had been kneeling on the floor were struck with surprise.

It wasn't just them; the assembled ministers also froze, caught off guard.

The meaning behind Lin Yi's pronouncement eluded them entirely.

Praise and gratitude were understandable sentiments, but why summon a painter so abruptly? What purpose could a painter possibly serve at this juncture?

Could it be that the suggestions from these individuals had sparked some profound realization in Lin Yi, or perhaps offered a sudden flash of insight, compelling him to summon a painter to capture his likeness in an instant of overwhelming excitement?

If such were the case, it suggested a notable lack of self-restraint in the new emperor.

He might not achieve great things in the future.

Yet, an inexplicable sense of foreboding settled upon them.

A palpable wave of unease washed over the six ministers and the two chancellors kneeling before him.

Though they couldn't decipher Lin Yi's intentions or the nature of the scene he was orchestrating, a heavy anxiety permeated their hearts.

Paradoxically, despite this underlying dread, Lin Yi's words also seemed to instill a peculiar sense of happiness within them.

Amidst this complex atmosphere, Lin Yi remained silent, instead closing his eyes and adopting a posture of rest.

This left the elders kneeling on the ground exchanging bewildered glances.

They questioned why Lin Yi wouldn't permit them to rise.

Was he intending to keep them in a kneeling position indefinitely?

A collective understanding dawned upon them: they likely wouldn't be allowed to stand until the painter's arrival.

Their expressions immediately shifted to one of masked bitterness.

Within their hearts, a whirlwind of emotions churned, leaving them unable to fully grasp their own feelings.

One thing was certain: the new sovereign's moods were erratic and unpredictable. His words and decisions defied their comprehension and deviated from their expectations.

He was, undeniably, an individualist of the highest order.

However, given his elevated status and the mysterious nature of his abilities, they dared not voice any complaints or display even a hint of defiance, maintaining their subservient kneeling posture.

Only after approximately half an hour, upon receiving Xiao Chen's report, did a flicker of hope appear.

"Your Majesty, the painter has been brought before you," the servant announced.

At this moment, Lin Yi was found resting upon the elevated seat.

The previous night's embrace from the young lady had left him somewhat restless, making a peaceful sleep elusive.

Indeed, it had been a trying night for him.

Even though he harbored no intention of making any improper advances and understood his own boundaries, he was, after all, a healthy young man.

To have held such a beautiful maiden in his arms throughout the night made it impossible to entirely dismiss impure thoughts.

Had it not been for his resolute willpower, the situation might have escalated beyond his control.

Consequently, having not rested well, Lin Yi found himself succumbing to actual sleep.

Upon hearing the announcement, he slowly opened his weary eyes. Seeing the assembled group still kneeling before him, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curve into a subtle smile.

This was precisely the outcome he had envisioned; these old adversaries had consistently opposed him, and it was time they received a fitting lesson.

He was resolved to make them experience some hardship and truly recognize his might.

Of course, this was a minor prelude to the true trial that awaited them, a trial that would soon bring them to the brink of tears.

As Xiao Chen entered, accompanied by a considerable contingent of painters, Lin Yi's smile broadened with evident satisfaction.

It seemed Xiao Chen had truly grasped his intention by bringing so many artists.

After the painters prostrated themselves and offered their respects to Lin Yi, he gestured with his hand, granting everyone permission to stand. He then turned his gaze towards the kneeling ministers and chancellors, feigning a sudden recollection and remarking:

"Oh my, I seem to have dozed off unintentionally. My esteemed ministers, why do you remain kneeling upon the floor? Please, rise at once."

At these words, the assembled officials were nearly beside themselves with indignation.

Internally, each one seethed with unspoken curses.

Was this remotely human behavior?

What was the meaning of "why are you still kneeling?"

Wasn't this a deliberate provocation, twisting the knife in their already wounded pride?

Who among them would dare to stand before receiving his explicit command, risking censure and punishment? Ultimately, they would be the ones to bear the brunt of any transgression.