"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."
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
