The Empress Regnant’s Enchanting Consort (44)
When Bai Weiwei woke up, her limbs were sore, and she was trembling without being able to move like someone suffering from Parkinson’s Disease1.
She gritted her teeth. “Why didn’t you say anything about Feng Yunian’s arrival? What’s the use of raising you if you’re a waste?”
The system was helpless. “The side tasks are entangled with my missions. When the main system releases missions to me, I’m unable to tell you the existence of the male lead.”
Bai Weiwei was surprised. “So you also have your own missions?”
The system nodded. “Occasionally, there are even rewards for completing my missions.”
“What kind of rewards?” Bei Weiwei asked.
The system silently picked up a bag of spicy sticks. “Rewards like a package of spicy sticks and a raffle draw.”
Bei Weiwei couldn’t move even if she mustered all her strength. She lied back and spat, “Your main system is really stingy.”
The system snacked on the spicy sticks and said, “I also get another reward.”
“Do you get life value?” She asked, hopeful.
“I get another bag of spicy sticks.”
Bai Weiwei: …….
Bai Weiwei, who gave up all hope for the system and the main system, burst with a surge of strength.
Her body turned, and she slipped down, her head hitting the ground.
With one foot still in bed, she felt like she had nothing left to love2.
The door abruptly opened, but she was unable to turn her head and see who entered.
Feng Yunian entered elegantly, wearing a blue robe and his face expressionless.
He saw Bai Weiwei fallen on the ground and sighed, giving her a gentle smile.
“Your Majesty, what are you doing on the ground?’
He walked over and bent down, picking her up. His every move was diligent and careful.
Bai Weiwei weakly muttered, “What’s wrong with me…?”
She felt like her bones were soft and her voice was feeble.
Feng Yunian averted his eyes and suppressed the gloom within.
“You’re sick.” He said as he put her back on the bed.
Just as he was withdrawing his hand, Bai Weiwei grasped his wrist as hard as she could. She knit her brows and said, “I married Feng Ling because…”
A needle appeared in Feng Yunian’s finger and pierced her neck. He pulled it out, and Bai Weiwei found herself mute.
Feng Yunian’s face turned icy and he gave her a mocking smile, “Of course I know Your Majesty’s thoughts. You found the genuine lover better than the substitute, so you sent me away to marry her. Since I came back, will you let me disappear, or will you let me be a concubine out of guilt?”
Bai Weiwei’s face could read: “F*ck, why is he better at this than me?”
Feng Yunian saw her looking at him with a blank but puzzled expression.
Even though she was in such a state, she had her usual confident appearance, albeit a bit fragile. Her clothes were thin and outlined her body.
Her slender and feeble hands rested weakly on his.
It seemed like her hands could break as long he exerted a bit of force.
It gave him a sense of security that she was finally in his grasp.
Feng Yunian laughed, but the madness in his eyes remained unchanged.
“Your Majesty, I don’t want to hear you say you hate me, but I don’t want you to leave me.”
The days when she was good to him were so beautiful.
He was reluctant to ruin the memories.
Even though she was speechless, and the only thing she could do was lie on the bed.
In the second half of his life, he wanted to guard her and live with the sweet memories from before.
Feng Yunian stretched out his hands and pulled her in his embrace without any resistance from her.
She had lost her mobility despite her powerful martial arts and couldn’t escape.
She could only be nestled in his arms, confined by him.
Feng Yunian buried his face in her shoulders, breathing in the light scent of her body.
He closed his eyes and ignored his aching heart, “Your Majesty, let’s live like this for a lifetime.”
1 – Parkinson’s Disease is a progressive nervous system disorder that affects movement.↩
2 – 生无可恋 is slang for nothing left to live for.↩