After Transmigration, Her Whole Family Are Villains

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Eunuch Yan had reached the ceiling of his career, so he decided to switch industries.

This was a very wise decision.

The ceiling in the palace was low, and there were too many people, so it was extremely competitive, abnormally so.

Yan Jiexi found a new goal and became exceptionally motivated.

He became busy.

The palace conducted a screening, and the eunuchs within the palace were screened again.

In the future, when he left, he was a bit worried about Elder Sister, who was kind-hearted and easily deceived.

Jiang Changtian adapted to being the Emperor, and his first task was to get his subordinates to work.

He wanted to be the top leader, not just because he always felt someone was out to get him, but also because he didn't want to do the work himself and wanted to delegate it to others.

Jiang Changtian had been lacking love since childhood, and what he really liked to do was stay at home, take care of his wife and children.

After taking office, he changed the laxity of the Former Emperor. During the Former Emperor's reign, the officials didn't know what they were supposed to do, as the Emperor never gave orders, leaving everyone in a fog, afraid to act for fear of making mistakes.

But Jiang Changtian was different; he would clearly tell you what he wanted done.

There was no ambiguity, no guessing.

He also hated waste, making sure everything and everyone was used to their full potential.

After the new Emperor ascended the throne, the officials became busy.

But this busyness was better than before; there was no aimless work, no need to guess what the boss was thinking, worrying about making mistakes. As long as they did their job well, and the new Emperor didn't advocate for overtime. Although the workload increased during working hours, the working hours themselves were shorter, no longer requiring officials to get up in the dead of night and return home after dark.

Efficiency improved, and days off increased, leading to an overall thriving atmosphere.

Then the officials discovered that the new Emperor and the Former Emperor were indeed of the same bloodline.

The new Emperor made the officials diligent, but he himself didn't seem very diligent.

A new Inner Court was established, and several veteran officials were burdened with heavy responsibilities, working themselves to death.

The memorials were cross-checked, and only those with differing opinions were presented to the Emperor by the Imperial Secretary, or the Emperor periodically inspected them.

Meanwhile, the Emperor himself was in the palace, not like the Former Emperor who built stages and engaged in large-scale construction, but also quite extraordinary.

According to the news, the new Emperor was focused on raising his children and accompanying the Empress.

As is known, the new Emperor now had two children by his side, a Little Princess, and the Former Crown Prince's Son.

Mianmian in this era lived quite comfortably; the hard times were mostly endured by Elder Sister and her brothers, so she didn't suffer much.

She had always lived quite smoothly, without any ambitions, just wanting to raise herself again, growing up slowly, enjoying food, drink, and play, which was quite good.

She didn't expect her father to think the same way.

He wanted to raise her carefully.

It was unscientific that her father, who was now the Emperor, still had time to teach her to read.

Jiang · Little Princess · Mianmian was dragged up early, first following Mom to exercise and run.

Then she washed up and had breakfast.

Then it was time for class.

Her father taught her personally.

It was utterly absurd, completely absurd.

"Dad, you're the Emperor, how can you be so idle, teaching us to read yourself? Are you short of money to hire a teacher?"

"Your teacher didn't want to come, I invited him," Jiang Changtian said helplessly.

As the Emperor, he called Inspector He to teach the princess to read, but Inspector He refused.

He sternly rejected the offer, adding responsibilities to himself, volunteering to work overtime, but just didn't want to come.

Mianmian didn't want to study, not that she didn't want to, but being watched by her father while studying made her very rebellious.

And she sadly found that her brain might only be able to surpass Elder Sister (maybe not even that, considering Elder Sister's great achievements, which were probably known throughout the world), but she couldn't surpass her brothers, her father, or even her mother.

If her mother really studied, she might be more capable than her.

But her father was very persistent.

The Eldest Princess heard that her son was going to teach personally.

She dressed up beautifully early in the morning, ready to come and watch.

She hadn't raised her child herself, and one day she found out her son had grown up.

She also wanted to know how he raised his child.

Speaking of which, the Eldest Princess was probably the happiest woman in the world, with her father being the Emperor, her brother being the Emperor, and her son being the Emperor.

She just wanted to see a scene of fatherly love and filial piety.

She didn't allow anyone to announce her arrival and quietly watched outside the classroom like a principal.

She saw her son, who never got angry and always smiled at everyone, occasionally roar a few times, with the Little Princess looking confused, surprised, and then continuing to flip through the books, over and over again.

Seeing her gentle and elegant son start to yell, she was startled and pushed the door open with a bang.

After pushing it open, she almost wanted to run, but Mianmian saw the Princess Grandma and felt like she had seen a savior.

It was great.

After her father became the Emperor, his liver fire seemed to be a bit strong, and his yelling was much louder.

She was a bit scared.

Seeing the Princess Grandma, Mianmian immediately had tears in her eyes, turning and staring at the Princess Grandma.

Hui Yun, at this moment, felt her scalp tighten, but she also couldn't bear it.

Old people love their grandchildren, and although Hui Yun didn't think she was old, seeing her little granddaughter's pitiful appearance, she couldn't help but say, "Or, shall we stop studying for today?"

Jiang Changtian: ???

Do you want to listen to what you're saying? We've only read one page of the book.

"Mother, we've only read one page of the book when you were standing at the door," Jiang Changtian said with a black face.

At first, Hui Yun was a bit afraid of her son, not knowing why, always feeling that although he occasionally called her affectionately, there was no intimacy.

But now seeing him yell at his little granddaughter, she wasn't afraid anymore, feeling that her son was also a normal person.

So she spoke up boldly.

Jiang Changtian almost laughed in anger.

He was a very qualified Emperor; none of the officials really thought he had a good temper, and they all acted cautiously.

But as a son, he probably wasn't used to it.

Seeing that her father was really angry, Mianmian quickly said, "Dad, Dad, let's go see what Mom is doing."

Jiang Changtian thought it was a good idea, not suitable to argue with his mother in front of the children, nor in front of outsiders, and he would talk to her later. This was something Xia Mei did well; she never interfered when he taught the children.

His mother was just a bit too immature.

Looking at the laughing Hui Yun, Jiang Changtian took a deep breath again, perhaps some people really never grow up.

Zi Congheng silently put away the textbooks.

His uncle wanted to teach them to read, and he was willing, but in fact, he mainly accompanied Mianmian to read; he had an eidetic memory and could read it once.

But he quite liked the atmosphere of his uncle's reading time. Before, his father was always busy and didn't have time to accompany him, even spending more time with his adopted son than with him.

He could understand that his father initially did it to cure him, but later, for some reason, he became cold to him, spending the least time with him.

It was like a man striving for his beloved woman, but later, he found that he spent the least time with his beloved woman, instead meeting one after another like-minded companion on the way, full and upward, sometimes forgetting the original purpose.

So Zi Congheng liked his uncle's reading time.

Even in the dragon robe, his uncle hadn't forgotten his original wish, which was to live a happy life with his family.

It was just that reading was a bit hard on the throat.

Mianmian changed the subject to go see her mother.

Jiang Changtian also calmed down his anger and went to find Xia Mei to comfort himself.

This little rascal was bullying him.

The group of people went to find the Empress.

At this moment, the Empress was in the imperial kitchen.

Qin · Empress · Luoxia found managing the harem quite difficult.

At least it was harder than managing a big house.

The essence of a big house was still one's own family, with each servant known personally.

Managing the harem, however, was not one's own people, but taking over someone else's people.

How to manage and what rules to follow was a bit difficult.

Although Aunt Yin had explained and Third Son had taught her, such things required her to stand up on her own; if she couldn't, it wouldn't work.

As the Empress, if she knew nothing and had to rely on others, being bound by rules, that would not be living, but being lived by the circumstances.

Regarding food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, Aunt Yin had told her about all sorts of strange things in the palace before she arrived.

Eating could be poisoned,

Wearing clothes could be poisoned,

Bathing could be poisoned,

Burning incense could be poisoned,

Many children in the palace couldn't be raised, because the poison was unpredictable, and they all died mysteriously.

Food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, everything could be problematic.

Thinking about it, this place was no home, but a dragon's lair.

Living like this was definitely not acceptable. There was no reason for a lively girl raised outside to be poorly raised in the palace.

So Qin Luoxia decided to start with food.

Mianmian always said that illness enters through the mouth, insisting on everyone washing their hands before eating, and not allowing them to drink unboiled water. The whole family, Mianmian was the most afraid of death and the most particular. Sometimes Qin Luoxia felt a bit sorry, thinking that their family had suffered, making her daughter develop a fear of death.

The palace kitchen had a lofty name called the Imperial Kitchen. The character for "kitchen" was difficult to write, and she had practiced it for a long time.

There was a whole group of people who cooked for the Emperor. It was a bit hard to understand.

However, the palace had various banquets and large-scale feasts, so having more cooks made sense.

But every day like this, people would be idle.

Idle people were prone to trouble.

These people were all very skilled, and it would be a waste to send them out of the palace. Her husband said these were all great chefs, and they were very useful. If used well, they could make a lot of money.

Since ancient times, those ministers had been constantly accusing the Emperor of wasting money. If the Emperor used his private treasury, perhaps they would complain less.

Qin Luoxia came to manage the Imperial Kitchen today, deciding to take some practical action.

She wore neat, everyday clothes and carried a knife to the Imperial Kitchen.

"I heard today that a minister has presented two baskets of fresh fish. I've come to take a look."

Indeed, two large baskets of lively fish.

The Imperial Kitchen was thinking about how to cook the fish to please the masters. Now that there were fewer masters and more of them, they were all on edge, trying their best to compete.

Qin Luoxia came today without any management or analysis skills. She was here to kill fish.

She took a fish out on the chopping board, quickly scaled it, chopped off its head, sliced it, and removed the bones...

Then she took out another fish, continued scaling, chopping off the head, slicing, and removing the bones...

Chopping off the head, slicing...

Chopping off the head...

Slicing...

The people in the Imperial Kitchen were as quiet as chickens, watching the Empress skillfully kill fish.

Watching a basket of fierce fish turn into neatly arranged fish slices, fish bones as fish bones, fish heads as fish heads, fish scales as fish scales, it was a refreshing sight...

Qin Luoxia felt as if she had returned to the mountains of Kan'er Village during her hunting days. Always worried about being discovered, she would first process the prey by the deep pond, cutting each one neatly, stacking them flat, draining the blood, slicing them, very skilled.

At first, blood and meat chunks would splash onto her, but later, to avoid dirtying her clothes, she became more careful, and over time, her knife skills improved.

It had been a long time since she had done this.

Killing fish in the Imperial Kitchen was refreshing, and Qin Luoxia felt very comfortable.

First, she enjoyed herself.

Then Jiang Changtian, the Emperor, arrived and saw Xia Mei skillfully chopping... He thought to himself, fortunately, he had always been sincere with Xia Mei.

The Eldest Princess, the Empress Dowager, watched her daughter-in-law's serious fish-killing stance: My daughter-in-law is truly virtuous...

Jiang Mianmian saw her mother killing fish in the Imperial Kitchen and thought of her days at the fish counter in RT-Mart...

She silently recalled if she had offended her mother recently. It seemed not, she had been very well-behaved recently.

Zi Congheng, who usually disliked sharp objects, found Qin Aima's fish-killing very pleasing to the eye. Qin Aima's movements were too neat, very aesthetic. Watching the various-looking fish turn into neatly arranged thin slices was indeed very satisfying...

And the people in the Imperial Kitchen were trembling, each imagining themselves as a fish.

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