Quick transmigration, she doesn't love anyone!

Chapter 170 Transmigration into a Stepmother Novel × SimpletonTyrantGuard (The End)

Qin Lang frowned. "How could someone like me, a former deposed emperor, be released? What kind of powerful background did you find?"

Yun Qiao didn't hold back. It was better to suppress the situation now than to cause trouble later when they set off together. She said lightly:

"Your Majesty, I am now the Empress, so my words carry weight. Don't worry about it. As a fellow townsman, this is all I can do to help you."

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"You've become empress again?"

Qin Lang frowned in shock. Wasn't Yun Qiao Qin Xiangming's stepmother? He had personally arranged the marriage, and she later became his empress!

What kind of story is this? Why are his love rivals all so outrageous?

Yun Qiao didn't answer him immediately, but instead looked at Yue Shan, who had already stood up with an incredulous expression.

"Sit down, be quiet, don't make a sound, it's not your turn yet."

She's the head of the household, so it's best for one or two people to avoid upsetting her at this crucial time.

Ignoring their conversation, Qin Lang was extremely annoyed. "No, why? Did he force you? Are all members of the Qin family crazy?"

What kind of quirk is that?

Yun Qiao turned to Qin Lang and said, "I don't know. You can ask Qin Xiangchi when you have time to see what's going on with your Qin family."

Qin Lang frowned deeply. "No way, I have to find this Qin Xiangming and fight him!"

Yun Qiao looked at him coldly, "Use your brain and shut up."

Both of them transmigrated from another world, so why is she so wise, while Qin Lang seems to have been born with a brainstem deficiency?

Qin Lang had been kept under Yun Qiao's thumb lately, constantly being given the cold shoulder. Hearing this, although he was unconvinced, he sat down quietly, but he still had something to say:

"I'm a deposed emperor, after all. Is Qin Xiangming really not lying to you? If you release me, aren't you afraid that I'll use this face to form cliques, plot against you, and seize power in the future?"

Yun Qiao was speechless: "No, I'll vouch for you."

The sky cleared, the rain stopped, and Qin Lang felt confident again. Yun Qiao was usually so fierce, but she clearly cared for him. She was just being hypocritical, and she even vouched for him—she loved him terribly! He said awkwardly and shyly:

"You trust me that much? But let me tell you, I still want to seize power. I have to save you and take you back."

Upon hearing this, Yun Qiao looked at him with a complicated expression, and after a long while, she said softly:

“I don’t trust you, I trust your abilities. And you’re forming cliques for personal gain? What makes you think you can do that? Do you think you can destroy my paradise if I break your wings? Wake up, the Qing Dynasty is still around.”

Words that aren't harsh won't wake him up. He's such a nonconformist, thinking he's some kind of protagonist in a revenge story? He'll only make things worse if he doesn't face reality.

Seeing his innocent, foolish, and defiant expression, Yun Qiao sighed, exasperated, and said earnestly:

"Qin Lang, this time you're going to the police station in the capital. When you come out, you'll be just an ordinary citizen with no money or connections. Remember my words: don't be arrogant, don't be conceited, and don't cause trouble. The waters of ancient times are very deep, and you can't control them. In short, don't believe what others say, and don't believe your own abilities too much."

She certainly wasn't as foolish as him when she first transmigrated. That's all the experience and guidance she received from her seniors; she still had to walk her own path in life.

Seeing that Qin Lang still had something to say, Yun Qiao interrupted, "Alright, you can adjourn the meeting now and go pack your bags."

If you don't like listening to this, you'll doubt his intelligence and the nine-year compulsory education.

Suddenly remembering something, she called him back, "If you have the chance in the future, remember to go to a temple in the capital and find an old monk named Kong to tell your fortune. Maybe you can avoid taking a few detours in your life."

Qin Lang frowned: "You believe in this stuff? Are you dredging up feudal remnants?"

Yun Qiao snorted, "We've both experienced something as absurd as time travel, so tell me, should we believe it or not?"

She knew about Liao Kong; the promise of a jinx and lifetime after-sales service was disheartening, even though everyone who used it said it was good.

Qin Lang raised an eyebrow, but with his limited intelligence, he couldn't refute it. Yun Qiao waved her hand dismissively, "Go ahead."

After getting rid of the mentally challenged man, Yun Qiao looked at the simple-minded Yue Shan and felt a bit of a headache.

Actually, she had considered whether to let the God of Wealth take Yue Shan away. The work of the secret guards was too dangerous, and she couldn't control the others. But now that she had special privileges, she felt at ease being able to arrange the future for the people around her.

Moreover, following the God of Wealth will help Yue Shan grow mentally; people still need to experience trials.

But she later dismissed the idea. She could sense that Yue Shan would never agree, and that even if she knocked him out and took him away, he would run back on his own.

After sitting in silence for a while, Yun Qiao spoke.

"Yue Shan, we actually broke up a year ago. Sometimes, when it comes to fate, once it's missed, it's gone. My recent willingness to get close to you doesn't mean we're getting back together, do you understand?"

Yue Shan didn't understand, nor did he want to understand. "Did the Emperor force you? Why would he do this? It was clearly him who disliked you first, Madam. If you don't agree, I can lead you out of here!"

Yun Qiao sighed, "He didn't force me. We decided this through discussion. From now on, you'll stay by his side as a guard. It'll be safer that way. Don't always think about fighting and killing."

Yue Shan is a bit simple-minded and has no ambition to achieve anything. At first, he listened to Qin Xiangming the most, but now he listens to her the most. However, Qin Xiangming doesn't agree to keep her by his side, so she can only keep her by his side.

I hope he can live a peaceful and uneventful life, and as for matters of the heart, I hope he can come to a better understanding of them in the future.

Seeing Yue Shan's stubborn expression, as if he was about to cry, Yun Qiao said hard:

"Listen to me, it's decided then. If you have any objections, I will never like you again. Otherwise, I will banish you far away from the palace, so you won't even be able to see me again."

"Go ahead and pack your bags."

Seeing him forced to get up and looking back every few steps, Yun Qiao's eyes turned fierce.

He chased everyone away, sat for a while, and then got up to go see the God of Wealth.

The person inside stood quietly watching the box being carried out from the corner, their fingertips lightly stroking it. The red candles and the double happiness symbol were no longer needed. After noticing footsteps, they closed the box and looked up at the person who had come.

Yun Qiao paused for a moment, then said, "Are you done? I'll see you off."

In just one night, no one expected that this family would fall apart so quickly.

The God of Wealth glanced at her, his eyes light and his smile reassuring. "Mm."

Yun Qiao found it strange. He didn't smile often, and she had even teased him about it, thinking that people with his personality were always cold and boring.

She nodded and walked out alongside him, glancing at the box he was carrying, and asked curiously, "Gold? Is it heavy?"

Who would be so kind as to carry gold and silver jewelry in their hands like that? Well, they must be quite skilled in martial arts, so they're pretty safe.

The God of Wealth glanced at her but didn't refute her. "Hmm, not heavy."

There was no tearful farewell; the God of Wealth simply looked at her calmly for a while, then whispered:

"Let's go back."

The tone of voice made it impossible to discern any emotion.

Yun Qiao felt inexplicably sad. She nodded and resolutely turned around, pausing briefly but never looking back.

The God of Wealth watched her figure disappear, then stood there for a while before turning around.

After a long while, he walked into a pawnshop and placed the box he was carrying on the counter.

The shopkeeper glanced at the items inside, but before he could say he wouldn't accept them, the God of Wealth took out a stack of silver notes and placed them on the box, saying, "Deposit for five years."

"Alright, sir/madam!"

Anything can happen in this world. Just take the money and get it done. Who cares if someone's a sucker?

The God of Wealth took one last look. The box was quite heavy; he couldn't lift it or put it down, and he was at a loss.

He closed the box, turned around, and whispered again, "Remember to put it in a high place, be careful not to let it get damp."

Pawnshops are in this business, so how could they not be careful? But he still couldn't help but remind them.

After a long while, he left the shop, his figure receding into the distance, just like how, a year ago, his busy and ambitious first half of life was also spent alone...

It took Yun Qiao and her family much longer to return to the capital than it did for Qin Xiangming to receive the news and rush over.

With her keeping them in check, Yue Shan and Qin Lang didn't cause any trouble along the way.

Qin Xiangming, however, was persistent, insisting on sharing a carriage with her. Who was in that carriage?

Oh, it's myself.

Finally back in the capital, she was able to get rid of Qin Xiangming, that clingy guy.

With so many national affairs to attend to, where is he not needed? He really thinks he's some kind of retired emperor, indulging in pleasure and forgetting all his troubles.

He was more reliable than Qin Xiangchi; he wasn't rushed into the empress's coronation and even knew to choose a date.

He was very dissatisfied that the auspicious day chosen by the Imperial Astronomical Bureau would take forever to arrive, but Yun Qiao thought it was acceptable.

She's quite busy these days. Qin Xiangming has a good grasp of politics, at least her affairs are going smoothly, and no one is trying to stop her. I don't know what he did, or if it's because of the contrast with Qin Xiangchi, everyone is more easygoing and less bothered.

Regardless of Yun Qiao's concerns, after several months of arduous work, with the coronation ceremony approaching, her work at the Imperial Hospital was in full swing.

After trying on the elaborate empress's attire, she returned to her proper duties.

While studying medical books and adjusting the dosage of medicinal herbs, the herbs that were not at hand were handed to Yun Qiao the next second. She looked up and saw a stranger.

Recently, the Imperial Medical Academy has recruited many new people, but they were all admitted through formal examinations. Yun Qiao paused in his work, glanced at him with a complicated expression, and then lowered his head to continue his research.

After a long pause, he spoke up, "He Ping, right? Help me find the rest of these herbs."

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Qin Xiangming's coronation ceremony was more elaborate than Qin Xiangchi's, leaving Yun Qiao feeling exhausted as she followed along.

Looking down at the vast crowd of officials and palace servants, I felt no emotion whatsoever.

After a long while, the scene froze, and the scattered light belonging to Yue Shan flew from the crowd toward her and disappeared into her palm.

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A short, irresponsible side story that I don't want to elaborate on:

Yun Qiao made the choice for the God of Wealth and arranged his future. In that future, there was freedom and a clean and honest identity exposed to the sunlight. These were the things he had been carefully planning for many years and wanted most.

But Caishen's life had already changed before he almost lost his freedom and all his efforts were in vain. It seemed to be predestined that when he was on the verge of death, he found Yun Qiao, whom he didn't even know well. Without any words or agreements, she saved him. From that moment on, his future was destined to change.

The box was very heavy. The God of Wealth tried to put it down and walk the path that Yun Qiao hoped he would take.

He didn't look back all the way to the city gate that day, but perhaps he was afraid that others wouldn't cherish the box, wouldn't keep it safe, or might bump into it, so he just charged ahead recklessly.

It was heavy, and the God of Wealth knew very well what he wanted to bring.

A year ago, when he decided to take her with him, he no longer cared about how heavy it was.

Yun Qiao hoped the God of Wealth would leave, but he turned back before even leaving a single city.

Unfortunately, no one will be standing with their hands on their hips anymore, yelling at him for going against the grain.

The mask he took off because of her, he put on again because of her.

A fake face, a fake identity, just like before he met her, yet different.

The God of Wealth was once forced to stay in the capital, plotting for many years, but when he was closest to freedom, he chose to confine himself to the capital again.

He acquired a new residence, and whether inside or outside the palace walls, he could always tell by looking up that they were under the same blue sky and under the same full moon.

He didn't want her to recognize him, but he was probably also afraid she wouldn't, which is why he named him He Ping. If there was any selfish reason, it was probably that he wanted her to know that the God of Wealth was always there.

There's no need for recognition; he will always be there.

[My writing skills are limited, and I can't express the emotions in a very delicate way. This is roughly the gist of the story: there's no freedom, no one has absolute freedom, everyone is unhappy, I'm bad, I love bad endings.]