I, Am a Living Yama; Empress Advises Me to Stay Calm

Yang Yi raised an eyebrow.
Without hesitation, he said, “That’s easy…”
“Your Highness should invite them on a hunting trip, then have three hundred axemen lie in wait. When they arrive, take them out and blame it on wild beasts in the forest.”
Wu Mingyue’s eyes widened in shock.
“That’s… that’s too ruthless. It doesn’t have to come to this…”
Yang Yi chuckled.
“If they dare to bother the princess, shouldn’t they be dealt with harshly?”
Wu Mingyue wrinkled her nose.
“If I have them killed, my reputation will be ruined. Who would dare to approach me after that? What if I can’t get married?”
Yang Yi puffed out his chest and said with a smile,
“As your strategist, I would step in. I would reluctantly marry the princess myself, right?”
Wu Mingyue’s ears turned red. When it came to thick skin, she was no match for Yang Yi.
She snapped, “You are my sister’s top strategist. No, you have to find a way that doesn’t involve killing but still makes them disappear from my sight forever…”
Yang Yi was astonished.
He stroked his chin, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he looked at Wu Mingyue.
“Alright, then I’ll give Your Highness another method.”
Just as he was about to speak, Wu Mingyue looked at him suspiciously. “No killing.”
Yang Yi smiled. “Rest assured, Your Highness. I’m actually a good person.”
Wu Mingyue snorted.
She had heard from her sister about the outrageous things Yang Yi had done.
“How about this,” Yang Yi continued, “invite those noble offspring to a banquet. During the banquet, subtly hint that the Empress is considering potential suitors for you. Make it clear that only those who can prove their worth through significant achievements will be considered. This will either scare them off or send them on a wild goose chase, keeping them too busy to bother you.”
Wu Mingyue’s eyes lit up.
“That might actually work! Thank you, Yang Yi.”
Yang Yi bowed slightly.
“It is my pleasure to assist Your Highness.”
His lips curved into a smile.
“Alternatively, Your Highness could invite them on a hunting trip. I’m sure they’ll agree with great enthusiasm. The night before, give them a moderate dose of laxative. That way, during the hunt the next day, any vigorous activity will cause them severe stomach discomfort, and they’ll embarrass themselves in front of their admirers. After such a humiliating experience, they’ll never dare to show their faces around you again…”
Wu Mingyue was so shocked that her rosy lips remained parted.
She stared at Yang Yi, dazed.
It was clear that if such an event were to occur, these noble offspring would be too ashamed to ever appear before her again.
Suddenly, Wu Mingyue shivered.
Wu Mingyue felt a chill run down her spine.
She bit her lip. “Isn’t this… a bit too harsh?”
Yang Yi silently mourned for those noble offspring for a few seconds before smiling and saying, “Just let me know if it works or not… And remember, this has nothing to do with me. It’s the princess’s decision.”
Wu Mingyue was speechless.
Wu Mingyue fell into deep thought. The thoughts of a young girl are like the stars in the sky, flickering and unpredictable.
Just as Yang Yi was about to tease the Third Princess further, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hall.
“Vice Minister Yang, the Empress summons you…”
A palace maid hurriedly approached.
Yang Yi was taken aback.
Moments later, Yang Yi appeared in the Qianyuan Hall. The Empress’s face was cold as ice, and she was surrounded by a circle of ministers.
Seeing Yang Yi arrive, Wu Zhao said in a deep voice,
“You’re here… Take a look at this letter…”
Yang Yi took the letter from the Empress. After reading it, he was stunned. It was a letter from the Qing Dynasty, handwritten by the current Emperor, Qianlong.
Normally, such letters wouldn’t be written by the emperor himself. These official documents are usually carefully reviewed by subordinates and go through several layers of scrutiny before being approved and sent. However, the Qing Emperor seems quite confident, showing off his calligraphy with a flourish, and the letter is filled with a tone of courtship.
Yes, this is a proposal of marriage from Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty. The intended bride is the Empress herself, and the groom is none other than Qianlong.
Yang Yi’s expression turned strange as he finished reading the letter and put it down, deep in thought. As far as he knows, the Qing Emperor is nearly forty years old and is eyeing a woman in her twenties.
More importantly, it’s unheard of for a reigning monarch to marry into another country.
He looked at Wu Zhao, who was clearly displeased, her face as cold as ice. The ministers around them were also tense, waiting for Yang Yi’s reaction.
Even the mighty dynasties like Qin and Tang, which were superpowers, would never issue such an insulting document.