Chapter 710 - The Empress Regnant’s Enchanting Consort (42)
Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here
The blackening value was higher than the favorability.
He was becoming a pervert, ah, wake up, host!
Bai Weiwei: âHe shouldnât have discovered it. Still, Iâd better prepare for the empress conferral ceremony and finish the side task.â
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.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
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 couldnât 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 Yunianâs gaze was deep, and his voice was hoarse. âWait just a bit longer. She wouldnât... betray me, ba.â
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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.
âEmpress conferral ceremony?â
She sent him away for this?
Feng Yunianâs face was pale, his brows tightly furrowed. Within his pitch-black pupils was both hatred and jealousy.
He shouldnât 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 Yunianâs originally soft and elegant face became completely consumed by jealousy. He couldnât help but laugh in a low voice.
âBai Weiwei, I am not my father. He was useless, and he couldnât hold on to the person he loved.â
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 Weiweiâs 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 rulerâs 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 didnât dare to believe in âtwo people for a lifetime1.â
But he didnât expect this day to come so soon.
Feng Yunianâs delicate face was dour and cold.
He suddenly revealed a helpless smile. âWhatâs the use of liking others now? Itâs too late; I wonât give you the chance to like other people.â
If he couldnât have her heart, then having her was fine.
ãDing, the male leadâs favorability is 88.ã
Bai Weiwei sneezed. She said while rubbing her nose: â88âs an auspicious favorability2. This planeâs capture procedure has been so smooth.â
The system glanced at the fully maxed-out blackening value. âSo you say, ba.â
It had already lost hope; it couldnât break the rules. How sh*tty.
On the sixth day, the hurriedly-prepared empress conferral ceremony was finally ready.
Feng Ling hadnât seen Bai Weiwei for many days. Still feeling guilt, she hadnât dared to make any requests.
The outcome was that she was woken up at dawn and dressed by others.
Werenât these the emperor consortâs3 clothes?
1: ä¸çä¸ä¸ä¸å人: one life, two people.â©
2: The number 8 is auspicious/lucky.â©
3: åå: likely referring to the spouse of the ruling monarch (technically emperor in this world, but in Feng Lingâs case it would be empress consort).â©