Mythical Qin: I, Gao Yao, will never be a eunuch!

Chapter 1136 Li Yunrui voluntarily relinquished the Imperial Treasury, causing shock throughout the

"The whole truth?" Fan Xian pressed.

Gao Yao walked back to the tea table and poured himself another cup of tea. The sound of the tea being poured into the cup was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

"That's right, and of course you don't need to doubt it. You are indeed Ye Qingmei's child, but your existence has certain special characteristics."

Gao Yao put down the teapot and looked directly into Fan Xian's eyes. "Everything about the original world is like something suddenly placed in your mind, allowing you to adapt. When a young child has too much information about that world in their mind, they will instinctively put themselves in the same category as the transmigrator. You should understand this better now."

Fan Xian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He recalled the confusion he had felt as a child—why he had so many perceptions that were out of step with the world, and why he had a complete thought process before he even learned to speak.

He has consistently attributed this to the advantages of time travel, but what if it's just an elaborately designed program?

"Then who are you?" Fan Xian opened his eyes, trying to find the answer from Gao Yao's expression.

Gao Yao shook his head slightly: "Me? That's not something you should know for now. You've already achieved your goal of finding me today, so let's end our conversation here. You have no strength right now; you're just a pawn in the game between various parties. If you want to become a player, you need to be prepared to be one. Come find me again when you've thought it through."

After Gao Yao finished speaking, he got up to leave. His movements were calm and unhurried, as if this conversation, which might have overturned Fan Xian's self-perception, was nothing more than casual conversation.

Fan Xian suddenly felt a surge of panic—not fear of danger, but resentment at the truth slipping through his fingers. He abruptly stood up and grabbed Gao Yao's shoulder.

"Wait! You haven't—"

Before he finished speaking, an indescribable power erupted from Gao Yao's body. It was not the release of true qi, but a more primal and domineering power, like a tsunami suddenly erupting beneath a calm sea, silent yet devastating.

Before Fan Xian could even react, his entire body was blasted away by that force, crashing heavily into the wall. The wall emitted a muffled thud, and Fan Xian felt his internal organs tremble. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up in shock at Gao Yao, who was still standing there, his clothes perfectly straight. At that moment, he finally understood—this person was not just the owner of Gao's Restaurant, nor was he just a time traveler.

"You...you were the newly promoted Grandmaster a few days ago!" Fan Xian's voice was filled with disbelief.

Gao Yao turned around, and for the first time, his face revealed a genuine, undisguised expression—a condescending pity, a strong person's tolerance towards the weak.

"Hmm, that's right, it's me." Gao Yao said calmly. "Do you understand now? Either you have enough influence or you have enough strength for me to tell you the truth. After all, you are also a half-transmigrator, so there's no need for you to become an enemy. Our goals don't conflict. But right now, your influence in the Censorate is insufficient, and in the court, in the army, or in terms of strength, you are far behind. At least you need to reach the peak of the ninth rank to be qualified to know more. If you knew now, it would be suicide for you."

Fan Xian struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His mind raced—Gao Yao was a Grandmaster, what did that mean? It meant that the entire power structure of Kyoto could potentially change because of this man's appearance.

This person seems to possess secrets about their origins and the truth about this world.

"Why are you telling me all this?" Fan Xian asked, his voice filled with confusion. "If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. If you do want to tell me, why don't you just tell me everything?"

Gao Yao walked to the door, placed his hand on the doorknob, and paused for a moment.

“Because of Ye Qingmei.” Gao Yao’s voice lowered, carrying a hint of complex emotion. “She was an extraordinary person and should not be forgotten by this world. And you, as her child, have the right to know the truth—but only if you are capable of bearing the consequences of the truth.”

The door opened and then closed softly. Gao Yao's figure disappeared outside, leaving Fan Xian alone in the private room, facing the now-cold tea and a heart full of questions.

Fan Xian stood in the room for a long time, until the lights outside the window gradually thinned out, until the moonlight completely filled the night sky.

He slowly walked to the window and gazed at the sleeping city. Every corner of this city held secrets, and everyone was plotting for their own purposes. And he, Fan Xian, had always thought of himself as a chess player, but now he realized that he might not even be a chess piece—perhaps, he was just a special mark on the chessboard, a pre-designed variable.

But Gao Yao is right about one thing—to become a player, one must have the corresponding strength.

Fan Xian clenched his fist. His gaze gradually hardened from confusion to determination. Regardless of where his memories came from, regardless of whether his existence was natural or man-made, he was Fan Xian, a living, breathing human being. He wanted to find the truth, not to prove who he was, but to understand why he existed.

The court was shaken

A few days later, a piece of news, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirred up a great uproar in the court—Princess Li Yunrui submitted a memorial requesting to resign, voluntarily requesting to leave the capital and go to the prosperous Jiang County to recuperate.

This request may seem ordinary, but those with discerning eyes in the court know what it means: control of the Imperial Treasury.

The Imperial Treasury, a behemoth founded by Ye Qingmei and firmly controlled by Li Yunrui for decades, holds more than half of the economic lifeline of the Qing Kingdom. Its revenue not only supports the expenses of the imperial palace but is also a crucial source of funding for the Qing Kingdom's military, disaster relief, construction projects, and other expenditures. Whoever controls the Imperial Treasury controls the Qing Kingdom's purse strings.

The Imperial Treasury has always been considered the exclusive domain of the Eldest Princess. Even though Fan Xian was betrothed to Lin Wan'er and designated as the next head of the Imperial Treasury, that was only a "future matter." According to the original plan, Fan Xian would have to go through a transition period after the marriage before he could truly take over the Imperial Treasury.

This period of time was enough for the eldest princess to make many arrangements and to plant countless contingency plans in the inner treasury.

But now, everything has changed.

Li Yunrui's sudden resignation meant that she had voluntarily relinquished control of the Imperial Treasury. This move took everyone by surprise—including Emperor Qing.

When the memorial was read aloud during the court assembly, an eerie silence fell over the entire hall. The ministers exchanged bewildered glances; some were shocked, some were puzzled, and some were secretly delighted. The lucrative Imperial Treasury was finally about to fall from the Princess's plate—who would catch it?