Chapter 182
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Du Zhu and the Empress Dowager’s Various Matters (36)
Little Fatty wanted to keep going.
But Bai Weiwei tearfully and expediently interrupted his diatribe that could choke people to death, “Your Majesty, listen to .”
Little fatty stood at attention and corrected the expression on his face, “Mother, what do you want to say?”
“I want to put sothing into Mu Yanjun’s drink.” said Bai Weiwei.
The squinted beady eyes on the little fatty’s face lit up, and he imdiately took out a packet of poison from his sleeves and stuffed it into her hand.
“Mother, sure enough you and I had the sa thought. This is nine turns broken bowel dicine, a poison for all five bowels. If consud the victim will be gut-worn, black-faced, and their whole body will rot to death.”
Bai Weiwei with the dicine in her hand: “...”
Mom, ah. My hand won’t rot from holding this dicine, right?
Little fatty’s stated heavily: “Mother, that murderous traitor killed our whole family. Soon we won’t have any value either, and he will kill us. So we should deal with him first. “
Bai Weiwei thought she couldn’t even compare to this child.
“Who taught you all this?”
He was a six-year-old child, how could he understand so much?
Little fatty doubtfully raised his eyebrows, “Of course, grandfather, ah. Did he not enter the palace every day to teach ...”
Bai Weiwei quickly took a piece of dessert from the table and stuffed it into his mouth.
If the little fatty said sothing like, his grandfather taught them both to murder, set fires, and to poison people. And it was heard by Mu Yanjun, her white lotus character setup would collapse in a second.
Little fatty thought the pastry was delicious, and took a few more bites. While eating he vaguely said: “Don’t be afraid, ah, Mother. He is an imperial eunuch, I have read a lot of books, and bad eunuchs do not have good ends.”
“Oh, Emperor what were you saying, what kind of ends did those bad imperial eunuchs have?”
A somber voice, faintly sounded from behind them.
The little Emperor imdiately startled. He shrank his shoulders, and instantly beca an obedient and quiet quail, “No, no, no, I wasn’t saying anything.”
Bai Weiwei’s countenance changed a bit, she quickly hid the poison in her sleeve, and then hugged the little fatty, “He is still small, inevitably he will speak irresponsibly. You should not let him upset you.”
As Mu Yanjun watched her movents, his expression grew colder.
He suddenly reached out and lifted the little Emperor by his scruff, the collar strangled the little fatty’s neck, turning his face purple.
Bai Weiwei was enraged and anxious, “Mu Yanjun, you let go of him.”
Mu Yanjun sneered uninterested, “Since he is small, he only needs to be well-disciplined. Wouldn’t want him to grow crooked, then once he is big, can only travel the demon’s crooked road of tyranny.”
Little fatty was flailing his hands in the air, he whimpered, simply unable to speak.
Bai Weiwei saw that he was about to suffocate, and hurried in a fluster to Mu Yanjun’s side. She grabbed his arm, “You put him down.”
Mu Yanjun looked into her eyes terribly coldly, “Just now, what were you talking about?”
The system appropriately reminded: “He knows your conversation with the little cannon fodder Emperor, he was sitting on the roof.”
Bai Weiwei: What are you doing sitting on the roof? Acting as a lightning rod?
Her heart sank, and the expression on her face beca suspicious, “We didn’t talk about anything.”
【Ding, male lead’s favorability is at 60.】
Mu Yanjun lightly and icily repeated, “Didn’t talk about anything?”
His hand gripped more firmly, and the little Emperor who was pinched by him and began to turn pale.
Bai Weiwei panicked, “Mu Yanjun, what are you going insane for? You let him down, you let him go.”
Mu Yanjun sneered, “What am I going insane for? I also don’t know what I’m going insane for.”
Insane, even if she was going to poison him.
He still didn’t change his mind and wanted to marry her.
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