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

The next morning, at the Yang Residence, Wei Zifu murmured softly as she climbed down from Yang Yi and helped him get dressed. Yang Yi felt utterly refreshed.
Last night, he had spent hours writing a thick stack of manuscripts, detailing concepts from future magazines. Today, he planned to deliver them to the newspaper office. After all, magazines and newspapers shared a similar nature.
Once he was fully dressed, Wei Zifu respectfully stepped back. Yang Yi turned toward the mirror, examining his reflection. His sharp, chiseled features, sword-like brows, and starry eyes exuded an undeniable masculine charm. He studied himself for a moment before opening the system.
Since becoming the Prime Minister of Great Zhou, his authority had soared, and state affairs had consumed most of his time. He had hardly paid attention to his Poison Expert Value, but now that he checked, he was surprised to see it had surged past 600,000.
Pondering briefly, he navigated to the system shop. With this much value, he could draw the lottery more than sixty times. However, instead of gambling it all away, he decided to purchase some long-coveted items.
In an instant, the Poison Expert Value he had accumulated for so long was completely spent. He glanced at the remaining 60,000 and, without hesitation, started the lottery.
Yang Yi raised an eyebrow, his face lighting up with satisfaction. This was a huge win. A sense of comfort washed over him, as if every pore in his body had relaxed.
The nautical chart and shipbuilding technology were crucial foundations for turning Great Zhou into a maritime power, but the high-yield hybrid rice was an even bigger gain. The major states in the Central Plains still relied on agricultural economies, and for Great Zhou, abundant grain production would be an invaluable advantage.
As for the world silver mine map, though it wasn’t a gold mine, the ability to pinpoint silver deposits worldwide was still a massive asset.
“Greetings, Prime Minister Yang!”
A group of staff members bowed respectfully as he entered. Though this was a newspaper office, most of its employees were still government clerks, given the undeniable influence of the press.
Yang Yi smiled and made his way to Wu Mingyue’s office. Ever since acquiring the newspaper, the princess had devoted herself wholeheartedly to its development. He hadn’t seen her in the past two days—perhaps she was still flustered from his teasing.
He pushed open the door.
Inside, Wu Mingyue, dressed in a light green ruqun, was leaning absentmindedly against her desk, her long black hair cascading like silk. Her ample chest rested against the table, her mind clearly elsewhere. She hadn’t expected Yang Yi to suddenly walk in.
Startled, a flicker of surprise and delight flashed through her phoenix eyes before she quickly regained her composure. She cleared her throat, sat upright, and crossed her arms over her chest, enhancing her already perfect curves.
“You… why are you here?”
Yang Yi grinned. “Didn’t the princess seek my counsel a few days ago?” He leaned against the doorframe. “Then you ran away. I came today to see if you’ve made up your mind.”
Wu Mingyue’s fair cheeks flushed instantly. She knew exactly what he meant, and her face grew hot as she stammered.
She was irritated. This scoundrel had clearly been toying with her, yet now he was acting as if he were completely serious. Crossing her arms even tighter, she unintentionally accentuated her already generous curves. Wrinkling her nose, she shot him a glare.
“Just tell me what you want already.”
Yang Yi didn’t tease her further. Instead, he explained his idea about starting a magazine. Wu Mingyue listened, her expression shifting from skepticism to astonishment.
She studied him for a long moment. This man was truly devious, always catching people off guard. Pressing her lips together, she asked, “You want to use the newspaper as a foundation to launch a magazine?”
Yang Yi nodded, giving her a thumbs-up. “The princess is as brilliant as ever.”
Wu Mingyue scoffed and lifted her chin proudly, her slender, snow-white neck resembling smooth silk. “Of course. I am the most intelligent and beautiful lady in all of Great Zhou.”
Yang Yi was speechless. Turning on his heel, he made for the door.
“Then I’ll leave the rest to you, Princess.”
Wu Mingyue frowned, feeling a little indignant. This guy really knew how to order her around. On impulse, she called out, “Hey! You just drop a task on me and leave?”
Yang Yi paused and looked at her thoughtfully. “What else would I do?”
Wu Mingyue’s phoenix eyes narrowed, irritation flickering across her delicate features.
“You really just use people as you please, don’t you?”
Yang Yi suddenly showed a look of realization. “Ah, I see…”
“You understand?” Wu Mingyue blinked, confused, just as she was about to question him further.
Yang Yi closed the distance between them in an instant.
Before she could react, his handsome face was right in front of hers. The masculine scent that accompanied him overwhelmed her senses, and her mind went blank.
Then, she felt something soft press against her lips.
Her thoughts shattered. Her ears buzzed.
Yang Yi pulled back casually, as if nothing had happened, and turned toward the door.
“Consider that my payment for your help, Princess.”
Wu Mingyue sat frozen, her entire body burning as if she had been thrown into a cauldron of boiling water. Heat surged to her face, threatening to melt her into a puddle.