The Empress Regnant’s Enchanting Consort (17)
The men of the rear palace were important for stabilizing and balancing the court.
Sending people away like this, how many ministers would she provoke?
Feng Yunian felt that her brain must have been struck dumb.
“Does Your Majesty know what you have done?”
Bai Weiwei was utterly unconcerned, “At most, the court will be in chaos for a brief period. It’s not a big deal.”
Feng Yunian couldn’t understand her behavior.
This was something a lunatic would do.
Feng Yunian’s heart thumped. He suddenly felt that he should take a step further.
His heart was full of sinister calculations.
He had been carefully probing out the woman in front of him.
Not daring to take half a step beyond his limits1.
But today she did such an absurd thing. Did it mean that he had a different place in her heart?
Feng Yunian slowly stretched out his fingers, somewhat brazenly touching her face.
Usually, women would take offense at this action.
But Bai Weiwei didn’t have any reaction. Instead, she gave him a gentle, even encouraging, look.
Bit by bit, Feng Yunian’s fingers traced her features. The tips of his fingers brushed over her bright red lips, eventually sliding into her hair.
His hands, neither slow nor fast, rubbed her scalp.
It was enjoyable.
As expected, Bai Weiwei’s eyes narrowed, and the corners of her lips tilted up, just like a dozing cat.
Bai Weiwei said: “Did you practice this? How are you so skilled?”
Feng Yunian was silent for a moment. He seemed to have thought of a painful memory, and a melancholy smile spread across his eyes.
Bai Weiwei gripped his wrists, worried. “What’s wrong?”
Feng Yunian wanted to say something, but stopped, before finally sighing faintly. “Nothing, just some old matters. It’s not worth mentioning.”
This “wanting to say but not willing to say, having words but not having words” expression.
The four words “come on, ask me,” were practically written on his face.
Bai Weiwei, who was familiar with this type of trick, was very quick on the uptake.
She reached out and held his waist. Pulling on his wrists, she turned her body, nimbly swapping the two people’s positions.
The corners of Bai Weiwei’s eyes were slightly red. Her gaze was sharp, and her hair swayed by her cheeks. Her self-confident air simply hooked into one’s heartstrings.
For a moment, Feng Yunian, who had a calculating temperament, couldn’t look her straight in the eyes.
He even thought that she had seen through all the schemes in his mind.
But then Bai Weiwei suddenly said, “I remember that when you were a child, your life was not good?”
Feng Yunian suddenly heard her mention his childhood.
His expression turned cold, like that of a viper, with a balefulness that could make one’s hair rise.
For just a moment, he looked sorrowful.
If not for the fact that he wouldn’t pretend to be one of those sobbing and weeping men.
He would have jumped at the chance to look even more pitiful.
“When I was a child, my consort father died, so… ai.”
He didn’t say everything but gave a soft sigh.
He ended his words, wholly grieved.
As expected, Bai Weiwei frowned. “They bullied you?”
Feng Yunian was silent for a moment. Then he smiled grimly, but his smile carried a hint of sorrow.
“There was a time when Feng Ling meimei was ill and needed someone from the same bloodline as her to test her medicine, and I was chosen.”
Bai Weiwei’s expression abruptly changed. Her face that was white as creamheld a touch of an angry blush.
“Test her medicine?”
Feng Yunian’s eyelids drooped. His face was full of sorrow, but his eyes were immensely cold.
He continued to say: “Yes, ah. The high priest used a needle to prick me, used a knife to draw blood, and even…tested poison on me, causing my body to be different from normal people.”
The test also caused the poison in his body.
1: (不敢)越雷池: lit.to cross the Leichi (the name of a river in ancient China); to overstep the boundary.↩