Evil Prince, Come Play With Me

Gu Bailu wasn’t doing this for some dream. Her dream was to live a carefree life with her family.

However… she couldn’t fulfill this dream now.

She wasn’t some saint who wanted the people to be enlightened. She just didn’t want humans to disappear.

When a world was about to die, it would first go crazy. Once the massacre reached a certain point, the human world would be no more.

She was doing this for herself. She wanted to stay in the human world and wait for her son.

She believed he would come back one day. If it wasn’t in this life, there was still the next. If not in the next life, there were still thousands of years after that. As long as her soul didn’t die, there would always be a chance.

The noble families of Southern Glory Empire realized that their days were getting harder and harder.

On the other hand, the commoners on the street were very happy.

The nobles weren’t in a good mood. They had nothing good to eat or wear, and there was no place for them to have fun. How could they let the commoners be happy? Naturally, the nobles would cause trouble everywhere.

They kicked one today, and killed two people tomorrow.

Feng Qingtian didn’t send anyone to suppress them, but had someone record everything down. Whoever killed or caused trouble wouldn’t be conferred any rewards next time.

The noble families now had to rely on the imperial court to be rewarded with things like fabrics for clothes, chefs, entertainers, and singing and dancing girls.

Gradually, the noble families seemed to understand something: Families who were peaceful lived well.

In the end, no one dared to cause trouble anymore, and just obediently cultivated at home.

Pale Emperor City of Southern Glory Empire thus ushered in the most peaceful era in history.

When it was time for the spring planting, the noble families discovered a big problem: There were no peasants to farm the land.

Where did the farmers go?

They didn’t care about the money they got from those fields anymore. They all went to work for the emperor and empress of the imperial court. They had signed contracts. Even if you offered them high prices, they wouldn’t farm for you.

The noble families were completely dumbfounded…

Without people to farm their lands, what would they eat in the future?

This matter… could only be reported to the imperial court.

So, one morning, Feng Qingtian received complaints that the farmers weren’t farming anymore, and that the emperor had to set up regulations; he couldn’t let the nobles go hungry.

Feng Qingtian snorted coldly. “Why will you go hungry?”

Isn’t it because your woman signed contracts with all the farmers?!

Naturally, someone gave this reply.

“That’s strange. Even my empress knows the importance of farmers. Why don’t you?”

How would we know?! In the past, we could pick farmers at will, and they would plant whatever we gave them. If they didn’t, they could be beaten to death.

Now…

“If you had treated them better, would things have turned out like this?” Feng Qingtian threw the memorial back at them and left majestically.

The officials looked at each other, and felt their hair turning white.

They suddenly realized that spiritual power wasn’t the only thing that mattered in this world.

There had to be people to take care of their basic needs.

The officials asked the eldest son of the Murong family, “What should we do? Don’t tell us that in the future, we’ll have to wait for the empress to even reward us with food?”

Murong Changfeng sighed. “That might really happen.”

They all wondered how things had turned out this way.

The empress was playing a huge game of chess. She had started recruiting people to work for her since last year.