Today Prime Minister Also Wants to Bang His Head on the Pillar

Chapter 3

Recently, the inner palace's head maid noticed the Emperor often had wet dreams. Although info about the Emperor should be kept confidential, this news still reached the Prime
Minister's ears through a mysterious route.

The Prime Minister, being the Emperor's all-rounder nanny, was worried the Emperor had
contracted some unspeakable disease and was too ashamed to talk about it, so he secretly went to the imperial physician for counsel. The imperial physician said: It was because his Majesty's harem was empty. With
no one to roll with, the needs accumulated for a long time would naturally lead to easy ejaculation. Furthermore, if he kept holding
back, it would lead to trouble sOoner or later.

And so, after discussing with the officials, the Prime Minister advised the Emperor to select concubines to fill the harem and extend the bloodline.

The Emperor became very unhappy after hearing this, he was unsure of why and blamed it on the Prime Minister poking his nose on too many things.

What? You want to manage everything from big to small? National affairs asides, why do I
have to listen to you even in my private ones?

The Prime Minister saw that persuasion was unsuccessful and started using the usual move, banging head and shedding tears.

The Emperor felt helpless, but he still wouldn't  back down. What selecting concubines? Didn't the old Emperor die from working out too much in bed? The current Emperor was
spooked because of that.

Giving in was not an option, but looking at the beauty crying was also not okay. Then, how about compromise and let the Prime Minister enter the harem?

Once this idea came up, the Emperor suddenly saw a ray of light peeking through dark clouds. He told the Prime Minister who was still busy
acting, "Why don't you enter the palace then?" The Prime Minister froze, momentarily didn't know how to respond. Selecting consorts was
his idea, wouldn't he be slapping his own face and the Emperor's if he rejected it now?

The officials in court stared blankly at each other. The Emperor's suggestion seemed to be...not impossible. To be chosen as consorts, the person must have an outstanding appearance, character, and background.
Looking all over the country, no one was more suitable than the Prime Minister.

But they also couldn't just push the very valuable Prime Minister into the fire pit.

The Prime Ministers number.1 colleague, Vice Minister of Palace Secretariat, knelt down,
"Your Majesty, please reconsider!"

Although having a malewife was not unheard of in this world, even the old Emperor's favorite, Consort Xiao, was also a man, but... but men can't have children!

With the Prime Minister's background, he must be conferred as an Empress, but if the Empress couldn't give birth, then who would
inherit the throne?

The Emperor retorted, the throne would naturally be inherited by the Crown Prince.
The Crown Prince had been named a long time ago; he was the posthumous son of Emperor's brother from the same mother.

When the Emperor's brother was alive, he was also a crown prince.
Back then, the Emperor didn't have any interest in competing for the throne. His only wish was to travel around the world and be an idle prince for the rest of his life.

However, the old emperor was a fatuous and incompetent monarch. After the crown prince died on the battlefield to protect the country,
the other princes started fighting with each other, forming factions and blundering the sweat and tears of the people.

The winter that year came with heavy snow, white bones buried under white plains, very few poor people survived through it.

Only then did the mperor decide to fight forbthe throne. Outwardly, it looked like he did it for power, but in fact, it was to save the people
from perils.

Even so, the Emperor was still unwilling to be tied down. He made his seven-year-old nephew the crown prince very early on and taught him benevolence, righteousness,
propriety, and wisdom since he was young.
Once that child could stand on his own, he would return the throne to him.

After hearing this, officials nodded. There didn't seem to be any problems with the Emperor couldn't have children then. In the end, the only one left standing was the Prime
Minister who was currently lying on the floor.

Prime Minister still wanted to make one last-ditch effort. He hurriedly knelt down and said, the harem couldn't participate in politics, but
he had already promised the old Minister to assist the Emperor for a lifetime. If he couldn't follow it through, the old Prime Minister
wouldn't die in peace.

During the tug-and-pull with the officials earlier, the Prime Minister's collar was yanked down, when he knelt and lower his body, a white, smooth neck was revealed.

The Emperor turned and looked somewhere else, "Beloved minister needs not worry, if you entered the palace, I will allow you to continue
to be in court."
The Prime Minister finally ran out of reasons.

Vice Minister of Palace Secretariat also stepped back and hid in the crowd. This cheap group of colleagues promised to go through thick and thin together, yet now only he was left to face the wind and storm alone.

The Prime Minister broke down in tears and prostrated to thank the Emperor's grace.