“Little brother, according to your logic, whose child is Red Boy then?”
“I’m not really sure, but probably not the Bull Demon King’s.”
“Why are you so certain about that?”
“Isn’t it obvious? The Bull Demon King is a bull… So he must’ve been bullied!”
Chu Feng was in the middle of telling a heavily twisted version of Journey to the West, and to his surprise, the woman in red was completely engrossed.
Then again, it made sense. Why do people enjoy reading unofficial histories? Because they’re wild and scandalous!
Of course, when it gets too wild, it becomes just “story” and not “history” anymore.
“Hehe~ Little brother, your story is truly amusing.”
Ji Yuhuang laughed, causing her two large white mounds to ripple like waves. Chu Feng couldn’t help sneaking a few extra glances.
He couldn’t be blamed. According to a certain “Bull Grandmaster’s” famous law, the larger the ball, the stronger its gravitational pull.
Chu Feng sneaking a look was simply in line with the laws of nature.
“If elder sister enjoys it, I have another story.”
“Oh? What story?”
“The scoundrel Sima disguises himself as Yueying, breaking the real Zhuge Liang’s heart.”
Chu Feng took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, then began telling yet another made-up story.
After he finished his long-winded tale, mouth dry as sandpaper, he noticed the red-dressed woman across from him still staring at him, eyes full of energy.
Wait a second… Sister, is your stamina that good?
“What’s wrong, little brother? Is there something on my face?”
Ji Yuhuang lightly touched her cheek.
“No, it’s just… Sister, aren’t you tired?”
Chu Feng figured it must be close to midnight by now.
“Are you tired, little brother?”
“Not really.”
Before transmigrating, Chu Feng was basically a cultivation night owl. Pulling all-nighters was nothing new to him.
“Then let’s keep going. I really enjoy hearing your stories, little brother.”
Ji Yuhuang said, resting her fragrant cheek against her hand. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she stood up.
“Ah, how could we go without a little wine on a night like this?”
Not long after, she returned holding two wine jars.
“This is a kind of spirit wine favored by the palace ladies. It’s mellow with a floral aroma. There’s some kick to it, but not too much.”
She uncorked a jar, and amber-colored wine flowed into small bowls.
A faint floral scent lingered in the air. It was the first time Chu Feng had encountered such an aroma in alcohol.
With her slender hand, Ji Yuhuang lifted a bowl and placed it in front of Chu Feng, her eyes narrowing slightly with a smile. “Won’t you have a taste, little brother?”
“Thank you, Sister.”
Chu Feng picked up the bowl and gave it a sniff….indeed, it smelled wonderful.
He downed it in one go. Just as the red-robed woman had described, the wine had only a slight kick, with a mouthful of floral fragrance. For the first time, Chu Feng found himself describing alcohol as “deliciously sweet.”
“How is it, little brother?”
“It’s excellent! I’ve never tasted anything like it.”
“If you like it, have some more. I’ve got plenty.”
“Thank you, Sister.”
Soon enough, after a few rounds of drinks, Ji Yuhuang’s delicate face took on a rosy flush, and her eyes grew slightly hazy.
As for Chu Feng…
“Huh? Sister… why are there two of you…?”
Thud!
No sooner had he said that than Chu Feng collapsed flat on his back, limbs sprawled out in all directions.
Seeing this, Ji Yuhuang blinked, then walked over and leaned down to look at him.
“Little brother? Little brother?”
She called to him softly a few times, but Chu Feng didn’t respond. He only mumbled something incoherent in his sleep.
It worked!
A trace of delight lit up Ji Yuhuang’s brows. She reached out her slender hand and began pinching Chu Feng’s cheeks lovingly, as if playing with a precious treasure.
Looking at her little husband, now totally at her mercy, the Empress’s usually dignified phoenix eyes shimmered with tenderness.
It was time to collect a bit of interest.
In the next moment, Ji Yuhuang lifted her skirts and straddled him.
This move? This move is called “Flying Dragon Face-sit!”
***
The next morning.
Ugh… My head…
Chu Feng groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, his mind foggy and sluggish. Trying hard to recall, he remembered talking with the woman in red and then drinking wine…
Didn’t she say the aftereffect was mild?!
In the end, he didn’t even know when he had lost consciousness.
His mouth was so dry. And… why did everything feel so sticky?
After washing up, Chu Feng picked up his communication token. But the result was the same. No matter how many times he called, there was no response.
Great!
Chu Feng put the communication token away. Might as well cultivate.
Right now, Chu Feng was only one step away from reaching the second rank. The reason he hadn’t been able to break through was still because of his spiritual root.
Chu Feng had originally wanted to try breaking through on his own, but once the bottleneck began to loosen, the true qi in his body started becoming uncontrollable.
He quickly stopped trying to break through. He remembered that person had said that only by merging the yin and yang energies with someone who had a Profound Jade Spiritual Root could he proceed.
Where on earth was he supposed to find a woman with a Profound Jade Spiritual Root?!
Chu Feng scratched his head, completely lost.
Just then, a soft and slightly feminine voice rang out.
“Her Majesty has arrived!”
Her Majesty? The Empress!
Chu Feng quickly stood up, only to see a tall and graceful figure appear before him.
She wore a crimson palace gown, with golden thread outlining the pattern of a five-clawed golden dragon on the hem.
The elegant curves of her figure were accentuated perfectly, and paired with the pressure of the aura she exuded, she looked both dignified and radiant.
It was only now that Chu Feng finally got a clear look at the Empress’s true appearance and instantly, his eyes widened.
She looked exactly like the wife in his dream, from her appearance to her aura, and even… her status.
Wait a minute! Didn’t he run into a red-robed older sister last night who looked exactly like this?
Why was there another one now!?
Chu Feng’s brain was about to crash.
But on closer comparison, he did notice some differences between the Empress and the red-robed older sister.
Being near the red-robed sister felt like a spring breeze brushing against his face.
But facing the Empress was like being hit by a cold wind in the dead of winter. It was chilling to the bone.
Seeing the obedient little husband standing properly in front of her, Ji Yuhuang almost couldn’t help but laugh, if not for years of imperial discipline that trained her to show no emotion.
Ji Yuhuang gave a slight nod, then hooked Chu Feng’s chin with her finger, her tone icy as she said, “You’re the one who proposed to Us last night, weren’t you? Hah! Such bravery.”
“Your Majesty, th-this is all a huge misunderstanding!”
Chu Feng was on the verge of tears. This wasn’t something he had done. His body had been completely out of his control at the time.
“Misunderstanding?” Ji Yuhuang’s expression grew even colder. “You proposed to Us in front of the entire court, and We even accepted. And now you call it a misunderstanding?”
Her slender hand moved down, coming to rest at Chu Feng’s neck.
“Now, We’ll give you two choices. One, wait obediently until Our grand wedding. Two, We’ll have your head removed.”
Her tone was icy cold, and there was no trace of emotion in her beautiful eyes. It was as if all living beings in the world were nothing but weeds in her gaze.
“I-I’ll take… the first one…”
Cold sweat streamed down Chu Feng’s forehead. Just now, under the Empress’s overwhelming presence, he finally understood what it truly meant… to smell the scent of death.
Senior Sister Yuyan was right. This woman was an absolute tyrant!
Seeing the fear on Chu Feng’s face, Ji Yuhuang experienced, firsthand, the thrill of switching roles.
“That’s fine. As long as you can give Us a few chubby little princes, We naturally won’t treat you poorly.”
Chu Feng was on the verge of tears. If that’s how it was… didn’t that basically make him a stud horse?!
Just then, Eunuch Cao suddenly approached Ji Yuhuang.
“Your Majesty, the personal disciple of the Moonlight Sword Fairy of the Heaven’s Pinnacle Sect requests an audience!”
Hearing Eunuch Cao’s words, Chu Feng’s eyes lit up.
Senior Sister Yuyan is here!
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