The Empress Regnant’s Enchanting Consort (54) End
【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is 98.】
Blood ran in rivers along the ground, the sight a shocking image.
The guards protecting Feng Yunian, seeing the attendants unable to muster the proper strength, also came over to surround him.
They were the confidants Bai Weiwei had conferred to Feng Yunian.
But even like this, they could barely hold back his body that desperately pressed ahead.
The thundering hooves, the clashing blades, the flying blood and flesh.
All of this came together into a huge, twisted vortex. Feng Yunian despairingly reached out, unable to reach it.
Good news continued to arrive.
One by one, all those generals with brilliant military records died.
Once Bai Weiwei’s most loyal subordinates, they all died at the hands of the empress to whom they had pledged themselves.
The people who had come to purge the traitors had come after reading Bai Weiwei’s letter asking for help.
The cowardly opportunists didn’t dare to come.
Only the most loyal people had come.
But they were Feng Yunian’s biggest obstacles.
She had once led them to rebellion and reached the peak of the country.
But because of one man, she personally cut down this group of subordinates she had promoted.
This love was demanding and disturbing. It was difficult to believe.
Even Feng Yunian felt as though he were having a nightmare from which he couldn’t wake up.
When all the people who had come to purge the traitors had died.
The attendants and soldiers also let go of Feng Yunian.
Everyone kneeled, kowtowed, and shouted: “Congratulations to the new emperor on ascending the throne! This subject greets Your Majesty!”
Feng Yunian’s eyes were red as he screamed: “Scram, all of you scram!”
Who was the new emperor? His only empress was Bai Weiwei.
She hadn’t died yet. How dare these disgraceful and traitorous people call him that?
The cloth binding his body loosened. He staggered to his feet and lurched forward, as though something was pressing down on him.
The palace entrance was covered in blood, which contrasted starkly with the snow.
There were corpses everywhere.
Your Majesty, Your Majesty…
There was nothing else in Feng Yunian’s vision. He looked around in a panic, searching for that familiar figure.
She was so strong. Nothing would happen.
She was the best martial artist he’d ever seen. She wouldn’t have been felled so easily.
Suddenly, a black horse slowly emerged, led by a limping, familiar figure.
Feng Yunian stopped in his tracks, his eyes shining with an unimaginable brilliance.
The horse’s footsteps halted. Bai Weiwei leaned against the horse, her head tilted as he watched him with a brilliant smile.
Her face was bloodied, her hair was in disarray, and her clothes were disheveled and torn.
But none of it detracted from her beauty.
Feng Yunian hurried his pace, but he was too hasty. He tripped and tumbled into the snow.
Not caring about himself, he smiled foolishly. “Your Majesty, Weiwei…”
She was okay, she was okay.
【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is 100.】
【Plane mission complete. Host has suffered grave injuries and is on the verge of death… countdown to detachment from the plane: three, two, one…】
He scrambled to his feet and desperately sprinted forward.
The horse suddenly seemed to be startled. It neighed, then turned and galloped away.
Bai Weiwei’s smile was unchanged. For a moment, her body stood rigidly. Then she abruptly fell forward.
Revealing the sword that was halfway embedded in her back, exactly where her heart was.
Her back resembled a lake of flesh and blood, the blood flowing down in rivulets. Anyone with eyes could see that she could not survive.
Feng Yunian’s pace slowed. He stared at her blankly.
The blizzard grew stronger.
Gradually blurring his vision.
The country for a marriage, taking you in as a husband, how’s that?
1: 墙头草: someone who goes whichever way the wind blows; an opportunist.↩