The blackening value was higher than the favorability.
He was becoming a pervert, ah, wake up, host!
Bai Weiwei: “He shouldn’t have discovered it. Still, I’d better prepare for the empress conferral ceremony and finish the side task.”
When she was falling down from a height of ten thousand feet, would she still be able to see her face?
Dead was dead. She refused to have such an ugly death.
The next day, Feng Yunian took a team of escorts with him to go see the garden locations.
Bai Weiwei waved as she saw him off.
Then she immediately ran off. The empress conferral ceremony couldn’t be sloppy.
Because the requirement of the side task was that none of the steps of the empress conferral be missing.
Even with six or seven days of time to get ready, she was still a bit pressed for time.
Feng Yunian suddenly turned back and saw Bai Weiwei leave, not showing the least bit of desire to stay.
He felt a sudden pain in his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He expressionlessly wiped his face clean. Spitting up blood was a lingering side effect of the poison test.
He originally had thought that, after meeting her, his mood would be steady and calm.
He would not have any symptom onsets.
In the end, they still happened.
Feng Yunian’s gaze was deep, and his voice was hoarse. “Wait just a bit longer. She wouldn’t… betray me, ba.”
—
Bai Weiwei hastily prepared the things she needed for the empress conferral.
Feng Yunian received a letter.
He sat on a chair, holding the letter between his fair and slender fingers. He sat there, unmoving, for an unknown length of time.
He sneered, and he tore the letter to pieces.
The soft and delicate face slowly became twisted.
“Empress conferral ceremony?”
She sent him away for this?
Feng Yunian’s face was pale, his brows tightly furrowed. Within his pitch-black pupils was both hatred and jealousy.
He shouldn’t have been softhearted. He should have killed Feng Ling.
She actually liked that woman, to the point of establishing her as empress.
Feng Ling seduced her. That bitch seduced her!
Feng Yunian’s originally soft and elegant face became completely consumed by jealousy. He couldn’t help but laugh in a low voice.
“Bai Weiwei, I am not my father. He was useless, and he couldn’t hold on to the person he loved.”
He held all the power she gave him.
He had seen too many merciless rulers abandon beauties who were past their prime.
So even when he had received Bai Weiwei’s favor, he continued to stay his heart.
She had given him power, and now the court was full of new officials he had promoted.
She had given him military authority, and he had already quietly transferred away the veterans most loyal to her.
All the people were those he promoted.
She was too trusting of him.
He had thought that this trust was evidence of her love for him.
But a ruler’s love was too cheap. No emperor would dote on a single person.
He had done so many treacherous things to prevent her from accepting others into the palace in the future.
He didn’t dare to believe in “two people for a lifetime1.”
But he didn’t expect this day to come so soon.
Feng Yunian’s delicate face was dour and cold.
He suddenly revealed a helpless smile. “What’s the use of liking others now? It’s too late; I won’t give you the chance to like other people.”
If he couldn’t have her heart, then having her was fine.
【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is 88.】
Bai Weiwei sneezed. She said while rubbing her nose: “88’s an auspicious favorability2. This plane’s capture procedure has been so smooth.”
The system glanced at the fully maxed-out blackening value. “So you say, ba.”
It had already lost hope; it couldn’t break the rules. How sh*tty.
On the sixth day, the hurriedly-prepared empress conferral ceremony was finally ready.
Feng Ling hadn’t seen Bai Weiwei for many days. Still feeling guilt, she hadn’t dared to make any requests.
The outcome was that she was woken up at dawn and dressed by others.
Weren’t these the emperor consort’s3 clothes?
1: 一生一世一双人: one life, two people.↩
2: The number 8 is auspicious/lucky.↩
3: 君后: likely referring to the spouse of the ruling monarch (technically emperor in this world, but in Feng Ling’s case it would be empress consort).↩
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The blackening value was higher than the favorability.
He was becoming a pervert, ah, wake up, host!
Bai Weiwei: “He shouldn’t have discovered it. Still, I’d better prepare for the empress conferral ceremony and finish the side task.”
When she was falling down from a height of ten thousand feet, would she still be able to see her face?
Dead was dead. She refused to have such an ugly death.
The next day, Feng Yunian took a team of escorts with him to go see the garden locations.
Bai Weiwei waved as she saw him off.
Then she immediately ran off. The empress conferral ceremony couldn’t be sloppy.
Because the requirement of the side task was that none of the steps of the empress conferral be missing.
Even with six or seven days of time to get ready, she was still a bit pressed for time.
Feng Yunian suddenly turned back and saw Bai Weiwei leave, not showing the least bit of desire to stay.
He felt a sudden pain in his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He expressionlessly wiped his face clean. Spitting up blood was a lingering side effect of the poison test.
He originally had thought that, after meeting her, his mood would be steady and calm.
He would not have any symptom onsets.
In the end, they still happened.
Feng Yunian’s gaze was deep, and his voice was hoarse. “Wait just a bit longer. She wouldn’t… betray me, ba.”
—
Bai Weiwei hastily prepared the things she needed for the empress conferral.
Feng Yunian received a letter.
He sat on a chair, holding the letter between his fair and slender fingers. He sat there, unmoving, for an unknown length of time.
He sneered, and he tore the letter to pieces.
The soft and delicate face slowly became twisted.
“Empress conferral ceremony?”
She sent him away for this?
Feng Yunian’s face was pale, his brows tightly furrowed. Within his pitch-black pupils was both hatred and jealousy.
He shouldn’t have been softhearted. He should have killed Feng Ling.
She actually liked that woman, to the point of establishing her as empress.
Feng Ling seduced her. That bitch seduced her!
Feng Yunian’s originally soft and elegant face became completely consumed by jealousy. He couldn’t help but laugh in a low voice.
“Bai Weiwei, I am not my father. He was useless, and he couldn’t hold on to the person he loved.”
He held all the power she gave him.
He had seen too many merciless rulers abandon beauties who were past their prime.
So even when he had received Bai Weiwei’s favor, he continued to stay his heart.
She had given him power, and now the court was full of new officials he had promoted.
She had given him military authority, and he had already quietly transferred away the veterans most loyal to her.
All the people were those he promoted.
She was too trusting of him.
He had thought that this trust was evidence of her love for him.
But a ruler’s love was too cheap. No emperor would dote on a single person.
He had done so many treacherous things to prevent her from accepting others into the palace in the future.
He didn’t dare to believe in “two people for a lifetime1.”
But he didn’t expect this day to come so soon.
Feng Yunian’s delicate face was dour and cold.
He suddenly revealed a helpless smile. “What’s the use of liking others now? It’s too late; I won’t give you the chance to like other people.”
If he couldn’t have her heart, then having her was fine.
【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is 88.】
Bai Weiwei sneezed. She said while rubbing her nose: “88’s an auspicious favorability2. This plane’s capture procedure has been so smooth.”
The system glanced at the fully maxed-out blackening value. “So you say, ba.”
It had already lost hope; it couldn’t break the rules. How sh*tty.
On the sixth day, the hurriedly-prepared empress conferral ceremony was finally ready.
Feng Ling hadn’t seen Bai Weiwei for many days. Still feeling guilt, she hadn’t dared to make any requests.
The outcome was that she was woken up at dawn and dressed by others.
Weren’t these the emperor consort’s3 clothes?
1: 一生一世一双人: one life, two people.↩
2: The number 8 is auspicious/lucky.↩
3: 君后: likely referring to the spouse of the ruling monarch (technically emperor in this world, but in Feng Ling’s case it would be empress consort).↩
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