Chapter 132: Blind — Is This Really the Emperor?
Little Eight continued, “But malevolence points are different. Malevolence reflects how the big boss perceives this world and everyone around him. He dislikes this world and the people in it, so his malevolence rises. If something—or someone—shifts his attention and sparks his interest, that malevolence will decrease. And if it’s completely eliminated in the end, it means that thing or person has taken first place in his heart.”
Nan Xun said, “When you talk about someone, don’t always tack on something.”
Little Eight: “…I’m not calling you a thing. Don’t overthink it.”
Yan Mohan was still seeking Nan Xun’s opinion, waiting for her to nod so he could let Consort Li die in the most horrific way possible.
Nan Xun let out a dry laugh. “Your Majesty, vengeance only breeds more vengeance. I think it’s better to repay hatred with virtue. If Consort Li truly does something in the future that threatens my life, then please just grant her a swift death. Let’s not touch those extreme punishments.”
The word we clearly pleased Yan Mohan. He lowered his head and gave her lips a playful bite. “Yaoyao, you’re truly too kind. To be able to marry a woman like you—I must have accumulated blessings over three lifetimes.”
Nan Xun’s mouth twitched slightly. It’s not that I’m kind—it’s that your punishments are too disgusting, and I don’t want to watch them with you.
“Yaoyao, you smiled at me just now. That’s the first time you’ve smiled at me in days. Have you already forgiven me?” Yan Mohan curled his lips, brows lifting.
Nan Xun: “……”
Damn it—she’d been so shocked just now that she forgot to keep up her cold act.
Nan Xun instantly straightened her lips and glanced at him with a half-smile. “Your Majesty jokes. When have I ever been angry with you?”
Yan Mohan pinched her cheek, clearly in a good mood. “I know you’re still upset inside, but don’t worry, Yaoyao. I remember everything you said. Give me a little more time, and I’ll give you what you want.”
When he said this, he didn’t even habitually refer to himself as zhen (Emperor, I,).
Nan Xun looked at him, wondering which of her words Yan Mohan had remembered.
Just as the two were locked in an intimate gaze, all lovey-dovey, Eunuch Wang suddenly hurried over at a jog.
His expression was odd. He glanced at Nan Xun first, looking hesitant.
Yan Mohan swept him with a cold look. “No sense at all. Consort Qin is one of us—there’s no need to avoid her in anything.”
Only then did Eunuch Wang report, “Your Majesty, someone from Chenxi Palace just sent word that Consort Shu… she—she’s pregnant. And it’s already been three months.”
As soon as these words fell, Yan Mohan’s expression changed dramatically. He immediately looked at Qin Buyao—and sure enough, saw her glaring at him in fury.
“Yaoyao, listen to my explanation. I simply—”
“If it weren’t yours, would she be pregnant?” Nan Xun roared. “Yan Mohan, get out! I never want to see you again! Get out, get out, get out—!”
She broke free from his arms and ran straight into the hall.
Yan Mohan chased after her in big strides. Just as he was about to follow her inside, his precious sweetheart moved too fast—the door slammed shut with a bang, and he rammed his nose straight into it.
“Ow—Consort Qin really is… Your Majesty, are you all right?” Eunuch Wang was so frightened that he hurriedly called for the imperial physician.
Yan Mohan shot him a fierce glare. “Eunuch Wang, I thought you understood me best. How could you say something like that in front of the consort? You idiot!”
Wasn’t it you who told me to say it… Eunuch Wang suffered in silence, lowering his head and accepting the scolding.
Yan Mohan immediately turned back and knocked on the door, his tone changing instantly—gentle to the extreme. “Yaoyao, I’ll go see what tricks that poisonous woman is playing. Don’t be angry—be careful not to harm your health. Once I figure it out, I’ll come back and explain. And if you don’t open the door then, I’ll just climb in through the window.”
Thud! Something slammed against the door, making it shudder twice.
Eunuch Wang jumped in fright, but Yan Mohan remained perfectly calm, even scolding patiently, “Yaoyao, why are you being so disobedient? I just told you not to be angry, and you’re already smashing things.”
Nan Xun shouted at the door, “Yan Mohan, you shameless bastard! I’ll seal up the windows today—let’s see how you get in!”
Yan Mohan laughed smugly. “If there are no windows, there’s still the roof. Stop making trouble, Yaoyao. You can’t beat me.”
After saying that, Yan Mohan clasped his hands behind his back and walked off whistling.
Eunuch Wang stood there, dumbfounded.
Th-this… this is how the emperor usually interacts with the consort?
Damn it—was he really not blind?
This is the emperor? The one who grovels to please a woman, who gets cursed at twice by a woman and then happily walks off whistling—is that really the emperor?
Eunuch Wang felt that everything he’d known for all these years needed to be smashed apart and rebuilt from scratch.
And one more thing—Qin Buyao was absolutely not someone to provoke. A woman who could hit and scold the emperor and still leave him grinning… no, not a woman—a formidable aunt. From now on, if he could detour around her, he definitely would.
When Yan Mohan arrived at Chenxi Palace, the atmosphere inside instantly grew oppressive.
Following behind him, Eunuch Wang caught sight of the emperor’s face darkening the moment he stepped inside. He sighed inwardly—Consort Li seemed like a clever woman. How could she do something this foolish?
After every encounter, special eunuchs delivered contraceptive soup and personally watched the favored consorts drink it all.
And yet now, Consort Li was pregnant.
Yan Mohan entered the inner hall, where the imperial physicians who had just finished examining her were waiting respectfully.
“Consort Li is truly pregnant?” Yan Mohan asked the most senior, Physician Sun.
Physician Sun hurriedly replied, “Your Majesty, the fetus in Consort Li’s womb is already three months along. However, due to the chill she suffered after falling into the water, this pregnancy has already—”
At this point, cold sweat poured down Physician Sun’s forehead, fearing that the emperor might be enraged enough to take his head.
Yet Yan Mohan didn’t even spare him a glance. He simply responded indifferently, “Mm. You may all leave.”
That was it? The physicians exchanged looks, then hastily withdrew.
Inside, Consort Li had clearly heard the physicians’ words and began wailing hysterically, her cries piercing. “My child—my child… Your Majesty, please seek justice for me!”
Yan Mohan walked past the screen and looked at the pale-faced woman. Her hair was disheveled, her face streaked with tears and mucus.
“Your Majesty! It was Qin Buyao who harmed me! Please give me justice! Our child was killed by her—wu wu wu…”
Yan Mohan’s gaze turned icy. “Shut up! You unrepentant poisonous woman. Not only did you frame Consort Qin, you even dared to secretly spit out the contraceptive soup, trying to bear my child? Dream on!”
He had finally reconciled with his precious sweetheart—and this stupid woman just had to pull a stunt like this, making Yaoyao unhappy again.
