The Empror's Trap-Chapter 37: Ch - Compromise

Of course, Kenji wouldn’t dare let anyone else know about this list.

The names on it - any single one of them would shock both court and country if revealed. Kenji wasn’t foolish enough to spread such information around.

Moreover, to be honest, he didn’t want to alert these people right now. He was still planning ways to deal with them quietly.

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"This is what your subject has discovered. If Your Majesty wishes to take any action, I will fully cooperate," he said.

"Forget it," Pluvia looked weary. "This news is really... it’s not time yet."

"Your Majesty, I suggest dealing with this matter as soon as possible, otherwise it will surely cause endless harm."

"I know."

Pluvia looked very agitated, sprawling back carelessly, her dark hair scattered messily.

She certainly knew, but she really didn’t want to do it.

"I certainly know what should be done now. I won’t do anything irrational," she said, turning to her side. "Kenji, I really don’t want to. So..."

"If Your Majesty is unwilling to handle it personally, your subject could take care of this matter for you," Kenji said.

At the same time, he lowered his head slightly, letting his gaze fall to the floor before the emperor.

Pluvia was wearing that silk nightgown sent from the West, and Western clothing styles... well, you know. With her casual movement to the side, the perfect swell of her chest was slightly revealed, rising and falling with her breath...

How to put it - he didn’t dare look anymore. Any more would be improper.

As a former heir to the new era, Kenji naturally didn’t care about Camelot’s rules of propriety. But his indifference didn’t mean others wouldn’t care - just those few seconds he’d spent looking at Pluvia’s chest while she was distracted, if certain ministers had seen it, they could probably write up a list of unforgivable crimes.

"How would you help me do it?"

"Your subject has nine methods to dispose of them, whichever Your Majesty prefers. After dealing with them, I can bear their curses. Your Majesty need not bear the curses that might affect you."

Kenji didn’t care about reputation. He was a practical person who didn’t care about his legacy or what others would say about him after death. So if doing this could earn Pluvia’s trust, he was willing to try.

"Oh ho, are you being sarcastic with me?"

These words had a completely different meaning to Pluvia. There was quite a hint of sarcasm - was he saying she was too timid because of so-called empty reputation?

Indeed, being with this guy meant blood pressure would never be low.

"I wouldn’t dare." Kenji truly hadn’t been sarcastic, but how could he dare continue? Say any more and this girl would grow suspicious again.

"Forget it, I don’t need you to take the blame for me. I’m not so foolish yet," Pluvia said, standing to adjust her clothes. "Kenji."

The emperor walked before him with a playful smile, then her cool, soft hands gently rested on his shoulders.

Pluvia’s hands were so soft that Kenji found it hard to imagine such gentle hands could write so many cold, even cruel words. These hands had never directly killed anyone, perhaps not even a chicken, yet had indirectly caused countless deaths through the brush.

"What were you looking at earlier?"

She asked with a smile.

Kenji’s face reddened in embarrassment - she’d actually noticed? So the earlier exposure was deliberate...

"Nothing at all, Your Majesty."

Kenji spoke very calmly - judging by his tone alone, one couldn’t detect anything amiss.

"I saw you though. This counts as deceiving your sovereign."

Pluvia moved even closer to Kenji as she spoke. He could smell the lingering fragrance of incense on her.

Wait, what was wrong with her today? Had someone given her medicine or something?

"Your Majesty..."

"If you appreciate beauty, that actually makes things easier for me," Pluvia looked up at him, her eyes seeming to hold a trace of reproach - by the way, there was quite a height difference between her and Kenji. "But I don’t think you’re that kind of person."

Ah no, Your Majesty might not understand me - I actually do appreciate beauty very much. The issue is, if I had to choose between beauty and my life, I still prefer the latter.

"Kenji, this time, you’ll stand on my side, right?"

When she said this, her tone was unusually sincere, almost pleading.

"Your subject has always stood with Your Majesty," Kenji said impeccably. "Your subject has always been thus, Your Majesty. You can trust me."

"Is this the truth?"

"Absolutely certain."

"Then I’ll show you something."

Pluvia turned around and brought piles of imperial memorials before Kenji.

"Are these memorials criticizing me?"

"Not all of them. Look carefully."

Kenji curiously flipped through the memorials. Many earnestly warned Pluvia about the consequences, hoping she wouldn’t employ treacherous ministers. As for who this treacherous minister was - haha, I better not say.

But soon, Kenji’s expression changed.

Some memorials went too far.

Not in language, but in what they were suggesting - too far.

Kenji admitted he’d annoyed many officials, but most of their complaints in memorials were just that - after all, Pluvia still had military power. At most they could just move their lips, or hope the emperor would suddenly wake up and get rid of him.

But some of these memorials before him grew increasingly dangerous.

The words revealed thoughts full of "purging the emperor’s advisors."

Damn it, you dare talk about purging advisors? Is that what you’re really trying to do? I’m too embarrassed to even say it!

"Quite the scheme they’re planning, isn’t it?" Pluvia narrowed her eyes. "Kenji, I know why they’re moving against you, and I know what I need now. I can ignore these memorials, but I can’t shield you from all hostility."

"Your subject understands. I will handle my own affairs properly."

Kenji understood her meaning. Now Pluvia meant that even if she didn’t want to trust him, she had no choice but to. Because once he was eliminated... Pluvia’s throne might not be so secure.

This position was already controversial enough. With Kenji pressuring the court, saying things she couldn’t say, doing things she didn’t dare do, she could remain stable - although from her perspective, this was like using a tiger to devour a wolf.

Speaking like this now was, in a way, making a compromise with him. She had indeed reached a rather dangerous point. It wasn’t about whether her throne was secure - Pluvia now held great power (although quite a bit was in Kenji’s hands). She wouldn’t worry about who might shake her position. What she worried about was turmoil in the empire’s situation.