"Hmph, I’ll only support Brother Jiang now. Who do those other people think they are?"
Yeying said coldly.
Zhuge Xuanji held his forehead, groaning silently, "Girl, can’t you just shut up?"
"Support Brother Jiang, huh? Want to be Empress?"
Ye Zhuchan squinted her phoenix eyes.
Yeying said expressionlessly, "I’m not qualified to be Empress. Whoever becos Empress is Brother Jiang’s decision, whoever he likes, that’s who it is."
Bang!
Yeying was sent flying, crashing heavily into the wall.
Imdiately after, Ye Zhuchan’s hand, like an iron clamp, gripped her neck tightly, immobilizing her.
"Ye Zhuchan!"
Zhuge Xuanji was shocked, hurriedly picking up the compass on the table, preparing to intervene.
"Get out!"
Ye Zhuchan waved her arm, and Zhuge Xuanji flew out of the room like a thrown sandbag. With a bang, the door slamd shut tightly.
Looking at Yeying’s stubborn and cold, yet pretty face, Ye Zhuchan said calmly, "I’ll give you another chance. Will you be loyal to or to Jiang Shouzhong?"
Yeying’s gaze was calm, showing no trace of fear or compromise, as she spoke:
"I won’t be loyal to anyone, including Brother Jiang. But I’ll treat him like family, willing to do anything for him. Unlike you, pretending to be a sister, but secretly plotting to harm and use him, shaless and despicable!"
Ye Zhuchan chuckled, her smile carrying a hint of coldness.
She raised her finger, gently placing it on Yeying’s cherry lips, and softly said:
"Rember, you can’t call him Brother Jiang, only I can. Of course, you can call him ’husband’ or ’dear brother’ or sothing like that.
But speaking of which, you indeed can’t be Empress. Not to ntion anything else, just with your capacity, the child would suffer."
What capacity?
For a mont, Yeying didn’t grasp the aning.
But following the other’s gaze downward, the woman blushed imdiately.
She angrily said, "Still better than you!"
"Oh really?"
Ye Zhuchan tilted her head.
Then, under Yeying’s shocked gaze, Ye Zhuchan gently pulled open her collar slightly, smiling as she said, "Though admittedly a bit inferior compared to Ran Qingchen, but compared to you lot... it’s probably a significant advantage."
Yeying’s mind was a bit muddled, completely bewildered by this woman’s strange casual behavior.
Ye Zhuchan sighed softly, her gaze becoming sowhat distant, her tone gentle:
"Yeying, if one day, I an if... I die, please take good care of Brother Jiang for . Among all the won around him, you’re the only one I trust the most."
Yeying stared blankly at the woman looking sorrowful, moving her lips but making no sound.
Swish!
As an afterimage flashed, Ye Zhuchan vanished from the room, leaving only a trace of fragrant breeze.
Yeying touched her neck, sowhat dazed.
Bang!
The door was broken open.
Zhuge Xuanji hurriedly rushed in, seeing Yeying unhard, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, asking with concern, "Girl, she didn’t do anything to you, did she?"
Yeying murmured, "Do you think she truly likes Brother Jiang?"
Zhuge Xuanji was stumped by the question.
He scratched his head, after a mont of silence, sighed and said:
"The royal family is the most heartless. If she wants revenge, to complete her Immortal Slaying plan, she must kill Jiang Shouzhong, seizing his Heavenly Divine Fortune. Whether she likes or doesn’t like him, it ultimately doesn’t matter."
Yeying glanced outside the door, gently biting her pink lips, and said, "People change, she will too."
——
"Woof woof~~~ woof woof~~~"
In his ear, the barking of a puppy slowly dragged Jiang Shouzhong from the darkness of his consciousness.
He opened his eyes, and what he saw first was a stele.
A black, wordless stele.
Beside him, Jiang Yi was still unconscious.
Her body curled slightly, hair ssily scattered on either side of her cheeks.
Due to her loosely fitted clothing, Jiang Shouzhong could clearly see an infinitely beautiful view, outlined with such a perfect curve that even a divine brush would struggle to replicate its captivating charm.
The puppy, upon seeing him awake, wagged its tail joyfully.
Jiang Shouzhong resisted the pain radiating from his back neck, laboriously sitting up.
The pain at the back of his neck felt like waves of electric currents, tugging at his nerves with each pulse.
He touched his neck, finding no wounds.
Yet the pain was very distinct.
At this mont, Jiang Yi awoke with a faint moan.
As her gaze unintentionally landed on Jiang Shouzhong, her whole body froze, eyes widening with disbelief and shock.
She rubbed her eyes vigorously, seemingly trying to verify whether all before her was just an illusion.
Then, as if awakened from a nightmare, she abruptly rushed forward, looking left and right, muttering continuously:
"Illusion? Dream? Is it real? No, it’s fake... already dead... fake..."
The woman’s trembling body instinctively clung to Jiang Shouzhong’s head tightly, murmuring: "I’m sorry... I’m sorry..."
The Jiang Yi of the past was always so confident and aloof, disguising herself with cold blood and allure.
Yet now she was no different from a helpless little girl.
After all, having "killed" the man who accompanied her for so long with her own hands, coupled with Little Jiangyi’s emotions constantly stirring within, along with the complex emotions accumulated in her heart over these days, Jiang Yi at this mont had already completely collapsed ntally.
"It’s real, it’s real."
Jiang Shouzhong, suffocating, quickly pushed the woman away, smiling as he said, "Ms. Jiang, I’m not dead, I only died in You Tan’s illusion."
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