The Regent’s Little Emperor (37)
Xie Yunting sneered, “Hehe, you’re lying, you just want to poison me.”
Bai Weiwei asked the system, “Can I poison him?”
System: “Life points…”
Bai Weiwei immediately became gentle with Xie Yunting. “If I take a sip, will you take a sip?”
Xie Yunting looked at her blankly. Suddenly he whispered, “You’re very good.”
【Ding. The male lead’s favorability has increased to 65.】
Bai Weiwei: This favorability increase is too trivial, but for a muddleheaded Xie Yunting it’s a good strategy.
Xie Yunting added: “You’re as good as my mother who died early.”
Bai Weiwei really wanted to pour the bowl of medicine on his face, and stick his five points of favorability on him along the way.
Did he mean that she would die early, or that she was old like his mother?
In any case, Xie Yunting’s fever broke in the early morning.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, if Xie Yunting died, they were all dead.
Bai Weiwei was also exhausted. Even when asleep, he never let go.
She could only lean against the bed and sleep with difficulty.
When Xie Yunting woke up, he raised his head to see Bai Weiwei leaning against the bed, passed out.
He still had some impressions of what happened last night.
She patiently coaxed him into drinking, and this scene was firmly etched in his mind.
His hands and feet were weak but he still managed to sit up with great effort.
While the little emperor was sleeping, her lips were still shut tight, and beneath her slightly curled eyelashes, there was a faint shadow.
Exhausted, but still a force that made his heart stutter.
He lightly kissed her lips.
Just when they touched, he realized she was waking up.
He almost had the idea to let her discover his dirty thoughts in this manner.
But his mind flashed back to last night, when she watched over him.
His heart couldn’t help but soften.
When Bai Weiwei woke up, she saw Xie Yunting watching her with a burning gaze.
“If Tai Fu is well, could you let go of our hand.”
Bai Weiwei felt like her hands were about to break.
But Xie Yunting said: “Can’t let go.”
Bai Weiwei’s face was expressionless. “If you don’t let go, our hand’s going to be crippled.”
The blood stopped flowing, and it was numb.
Xie Yunting let go.
Bai Weiwei got up. “Tai Fu is already well, so we’ll be going back to rest.”
Xie Yunting called from behind her: “I thought the emperor couldn’t wait for me to die of sickness.”
Bai Weiwei stared blankly, becoming silent before turning back, her tone helpless.
“We really can’t wait for you to die.”
When Xie Yunting heard this, his heart felt bitter.
“But you can’t die.”
Bai Weiwei turned and walked out step by step. “If you die, the whole country will rebel. Now, this country relies on your strength to restore peace. I cannot let the people suffer a war, and the pain of civil strife.”
She was clearly so dainty and fragile, but seeing her figure from behind, facing the sun, she looked tall and mighty.
“You are the best choice, so there cannot be any accident until we have a better choice.”
If Xie Yunting died, the army would be the first to become chaotic.
On top of the fact that she had no power, and the outer and inner courts were fighting for the power of the throne, it would directly lead to war.
Xie Yunting’s voice was gloomy and cold. “Is that the only reason why you don’t wish for me to die?”
She was clever, and her heart was with the people. She only said she didn’t want him to die because she cared about her people.
Such an open and candid1 temper made him more and more resentful.
Bai Weiwei turned back at the entrance, suddenly revealing a smile, moving and beautiful.
“Of course it’s also because we once worshipped Tai Fu, ah.”
These words made his entire body tremble uncontrollably, his mind completely disrupted.
How could she so easily throw his heart into disorder.
1: 光明磊落; straightforward and upright.↩