"Jun, I truly never expected... you would actually... you would actually harm my father. He was my own flesh and blood!" Su Qingyun knelt on the ground, her misty gown pooling around her, unable to conceal the delicate skin beneath—marked with traces of passion.
Clutching Mo Yujun's sleeve, she wept like a pear blossom bathed in rain.
"It wasn't me. I've been framed." Mo Yujun's expression was grim, yet for the woman he loved, he forced himself to remain composed.
"The one who wins the people's hearts wins the empire. No matter what, that mysterious object fell from the sky into Father Emperor's hands. If rumors continue to spread unchecked, I fear even the power in my grasp will be transferred to the Crown Prince."
With this thought, an idea struck Mo Yujun. He reached out and gently caressed Su Qingyun's abdomen.
"Yun'er, you are the one I love most. How could I ever harm your father? Those are all schemes by villains trying to seize power from me. Do you believe me?" Mo Yujun crouched beside her, his fingertips brushing her soft cheek. His eyes, deep as an abyss, melted into tenderness in an instant.
"I... but..." Su Qingyun hesitated.
"Your father never accused me of framing him. How can you trust others over me?" Mo Yujun lightly wrapped an arm around her waist.
He pressed a kiss to her lips.
"If you don't believe me, then no one in this world does." Pain flickered in Mo Yujun's eyes.
Seeing his anguish, Su Qingyun's heart softened at once.
"No, no, I do believe you! You're all I have, Jun. I'll stay with you forever." Su Qingyun hastily wiped her tears, kissed his cheek, and clasped his hand tightly.
"Then... shall we have a child? So we won’t be so lonely in the future." Mo Yujun's demeanor shifted abruptly, burning with passion. The heat in his dark eyes made Su Qingyun blush uncontrollably.
How wicked... when just moments ago he was...
"Shall we?" He blew a teasing breath, tickling her until she let out a soft whimper, her ears turning even redder.
"You’re so wicked." Su Qingyun threw herself into his arms without hesitation.
Si watched the protagonists' bizarre antics and, after some thought, relayed the scene verbatim to Little Wei.
Little Wei: "..."
Though she didn’t understand, she was thoroughly shocked.
"So... nothing actually happened? And they even slept together—twice?"
"Correct." Si was equally speechless.
Little Wei was at a loss for words.
"Well, it’s typical for them. After all, the female lead’s father isn’t dead. I get it—what’s a father compared to the male lead? Seems like no conflict can’t be resolved by these two sleeping together."
This gave Little Wei a headache.
Still, the loudspeaker incident from yesterday had rattled Mo Yujun. For now, his selfish motives had likely drawn the Emperor’s suspicion.
But the crux was—Su Qingyun was still in Mo Yujun’s grasp.
Wait, they just mentioned having a child. Was Mo Yujun planning to use the baby as leverage against the Prime Minister?
If so, the Prime Minister would naturally produce a scapegoat to clear Mo Yujun’s name and thereafter support him wholeheartedly in court.
As for breaking up the couple, Little Wei didn’t hold much hope at the moment. Her priority was reclaiming Mu Miao’s eyes.
But offending both the Prime Minister and Prince Qi? One misstep, and she and her master would be playing a real-life version of Temple Run.
After all, in their eyes, Su Qingyun was the only one who mattered. They’d probably even say, "It was an honor for your master’s eyes to be used."
"My head hurts, Si. What do we do?" Little Wei gnawed on her blanket, fake-sobbing.
But Si didn’t respond—likely in a meeting.
Little Wei shuffled out of the house in straw sandals, wearing only her inner robe, scratching her messy hair as she sat by the stream, lost in thought.
Her master seemed to still be asleep, so breakfast could wait.
Little Wei replayed the plot in her mind. Prince Qi was one of the Emperor’s eldest sons, and the Emperor was still in his prime—how could he just drop dead?
Unless... there was a Zhen Huan in the palace?
Little Wei had an epiphany. Whether or not Prince Qi was responsible for the Emperor’s death, he was definitely involved. And such matters were likely known only to the imperial physicians.
Ordinary people couldn’t just bring this up, but...
Little Wei flipped a small silver key in her hand. Looks like I’ll have to use all three chances now.
Thankfully, she had one left from searching for the female lead earlier.
No matter how arrogant Mo Yujun was, he’d have to grovel before his father.
"You needed me?" Si returned to find Little Wei grinning mischievously.
This girl’s up to no good again.
"I think I have a plan. But first, answer me this—where in the palace was that loudspeaker placed? And is my master the most skilled physician in this world?"
"Of course. Otherwise, how could she have saved the female lead? The loudspeaker is enshrined with the deity statue in Yanghua Hall, guarded by a few soldiers. Few visit, though the Emperor has been going more often lately."
"He’s going because he’s desperate. Si, I’ll need you to record something again."
"No problem." Si agreed readily.
In the palace, Yanghua Hall.
Little Wei’s figure vanished from the valley and reappeared inside Yanghua Hall. Sure enough, two loudspeakers sat beside the deity statue. She had Si collect them.
"Just record a few words: ‘In Zhongling Valley, the divine physician Mu Miao.’"
Si immediately understood her plan.
She’s aiming to win the Emperor’s favor. Not a bad idea.
Si quickly recorded the message. Little Wei reset the loudspeakers and placed them back. Moments later, the guards outside heard the divine artifact speak:
"In Zhongling Valley, the divine physician Mu Miao."
The message repeated until the Emperor arrived at Yanghua Hall. The forty-year-old monarch, still bearing the vigor of youth, frowned at the words from the divine object.
The eunuch attendant at his side finally spoke up.
"Your Majesty, this artifact... is truly miraculous."
Only he and two imperial physicians knew the Emperor’s health had been deteriorating—constant fatigue. Though the Emperor never voiced it, he feared one day he might sleep and never wake again.
The loudspeaker fell silent, as if aware of his presence. The Emperor turned, sleeves sweeping.
"Su Zhe, send someone to Zhongling Valley. Go personally, and ensure secrecy. Use a carriage."
A cold glint flashed in the Emperor’s eyes, his dragon robes radiating authority.
Those useless imperial physicians... Thank the heavens this divine artifact spoke. Otherwise, my health would remain in their incompetent hands.
"This servant will go at once."
Watching the scene unfold, Si turned to the other screen, where Little Wei was still plucking vegetables in Zhongling Valley.
"My dear, it’s done."
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
