The Emperor Who Feared Marriage Pressure

Back in Li Wuxian's bedchamber, Qin Yi was pondering whether making her sleep again so soon was a bad idea, whether he should help her out for a walk or something... Then, just as he reached the chamber doors, he saw a eunuch carrying a towering stack of memorials half as tall as a man, about to enter.

Qin Yi snapped, "What the hell is this? At a time like this, you're still making Wu Xian read memorials?"

Any eunuch qualified to handle memorials and responses was an old hand in the palace. They all knew who Qin Yi was—the "Most Holy National Teacher" who left the outside officials utterly baffled, His Majesty's true master.

When Li Wuxian had first ascended the throne, Qin Yi had stayed in the palace for several days, and all the old palace hands had seen him. Yesterday, he had descended from the sky and been joyfully dragged into the palace by Li Qingjun; everyone had witnessed that too. Anyone with half a brain knew he was someone they absolutely could not afford to offend. He was the Imperial Tutor now—who knew, perhaps one day he would become the Imperial Husband? Everyone knew perfectly well what sort of books His Majesty read...

The eunuch did not dare slight Qin Yi and hurriedly said, "His Majesty just gave the order to have us bring these memorials over..."

"Nonsense!" Qin Yi flew into a rage. "Such a vast empire has no administrative system of its own? Even when the Emperor is ill, she cannot rest?"

"Th-this..." Cold sweat dripped down the eunuch's forehead. How could he possibly dare argue with that...

Li Wuxian's frail voice came from within the bedchamber. "Master, I was the one who told them to bring them..."

Qin Yi said angrily, "Take them