"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."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
