Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 90 Turning the Tables to Become King (3)

"Look at this, this is what they call true love," Shen Yun said with a disdainful look.

Indeed, Xia Yuliu welcomed Mu Changxue into the palace, citing the reason that they had fallen in love at first sight under the peach blossom tree years ago. However, due to the power of General Weiyuan, they kept their feelings to themselves.

In fact, everyone knows that General Weiyuan's mansion only has two daughters. Although the eldest daughter, Mu Changrao, has always been by his side and their relationship is inevitably deeper, the younger daughter, Mu Changxue, can get whatever she wants in the capital. Even a normal legitimate daughter would be far inferior to her.

Therefore, her actions were truly ungrateful.

However, she had only been in the palace for a few months, and in such a situation under the watchful eyes of many, he simply let her lie on the bed, disheveled, with many people watching. That was quite ruthless.

2345 opened its mouth but couldn't say anything for a long time. Under the influence of its host's words and deeds, it probably no longer believed that there was true affection or true love in the world.

It feels like all emotions are based on calculation, and even without calculation, they will eventually turn into strangers over time, or even worse.

After all that commotion, Xia Yuliu lost the will to continue and could only leave with a dark face and a flick of his sleeve.

It's really infuriating to be interrupted when you're about to have sex, especially when your woman is basically seen naked and you can't do anything about it.

If the country is governed by benevolence and virtue, then logically speaking, the imperial guards did nothing wrong; they were merely protecting the emperor. Who would have expected such a thing to happen?

Therefore, Xia Yuliu had no choice but to swallow his anger.

He couldn't do anything about not being able to swallow it.

I can only endure it.

2345 thought that if the host continued to cause trouble like this, Xia Yuliu would have to become a complete bastard.

With no excitement to watch, she pouted and, somewhat disappointed, used her light-footed skill to leave.

Back in the palace, it was quiet and deserted.

Xia Yuliu probably wanted to torture her with emotional abuse, so even though she was the empress, she didn't have a single maid or eunuch serving her.

Therefore, she had no choice but to rely on herself.

The next morning, although Xia Yuliu tried to cover up the news, there were no secrets that could be kept hidden in the palace, and almost everyone knew what had happened the night before.

Mu Changxue sat on a chaise longue, with two plain-looking palace maids beside her, each holding a round fan. Their faces were cautious, and they seemed to be afraid.

"Hiss." She frowned deeply.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me." A palace maid quickly knelt down, as the wooden handle of her round fan had accidentally snagged her hair.

Frustrated and too lazy to show his gentleness, he dodged the fan roughly and threw it at her head, yelling, "Get out!"

The tip of the wooden handle grazed the palace maid's forehead, and a lot of blood seeped out.

Still feeling fear, she glanced up once more, then cautiously retreated. Seeing this, another palace maid took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Is Your Highness troubled by that person?"

The person was referring to Mu Changrao. In the palace, her existence was essentially a taboo, something that could not be removed, like a thorn stuck in her heart.

Although their positions have now been completely reversed, she was still somewhat afraid.

He glanced at her lazily and asked, "What's your idea?"

"Your Majesty." She put the fan in her hand aside and knelt down. "This servant also feels sorry for you. You and the Emperor are deeply in love, but now you are just a concubine."

She paused for a moment, looking at her with some hesitation.

Her lips pursed slightly, her eyes filled with a chilling light. "Continue."

Gritting her teeth, she continued, "Your Majesty's future and wealth depend on this one move. To outsiders, being a concubine may seem like the ultimate glory, but in the end, it's just being a mistress. We servants have always felt that Your Majesty and the Emperor have a deep and loving relationship, and Your Majesty is the most suitable person for that position."

Although these words were direct, they struck a chord with Mu Changxue. Indeed, what she was most dissatisfied with was why Liu Lang didn't like Mu Changrao, yet promised her the position of Empress. It was clearly agreed at the beginning that she would be Empress after ascending the throne.

Knowing that Liu Lang had his reasons, she was still unhappy, especially when she saw Mu Changrao's beautiful face, which made her even angrier.

She didn't continue, instead appearing increasingly lethargic, her voice tinged with drowsiness, "What do you mean by saying this? My sister's ascension to the position of Empress is well-deserved."

If you ignore the gritted teeth in her voice, it might be more convincing.

The palace maids all seemed indignant. "Your Highness is too kind, but in the long run, that person might not be able to tolerate you. Besides, fortune can change in an instant; he might be fine today but useless tomorrow. That person looks unwell, so perhaps we should..."

Mu Changrao has been in and out of military camps since childhood and is highly skilled in martial arts. However, because of her deep infatuation, she has been feeling sorry for herself and has recently become excessively thin.

"Stop talking." She looked righteous. "My sister and I are very close. If something happens to her, how can I live alone?" After a pause, her eyes gradually became deep and her lips curled into a gentle smile, which suddenly looked more worried. "That's right. I need to prepare some tonics. My sister's body is so weak. How can she survive in the long run?"

These words reminded her that she had misunderstood before, thinking that keeping Mu Changrao alive would allow her to torment her for a long time. However, she did not expect that as long as she lived, she would have to occupy this identity. The emperor was fickle. Even if Liu Lang was now in love with her, the harem could not be with only her. When she grew old and her beauty faded, the relationship would end. What was so-called affection compared to the power she held in her hands?

Moreover, after Mu Changrao's death, the power behind the Weiyuan General's Mansion will only belong to her. At that time, even without favor, her life will not be difficult.

Suddenly, she remembered Mu Changrao's infatuation with Liu Lang and couldn't help but sneer in her heart. She thought to herself that her elder sister, who was so beautiful and had the demeanor of a great general, had actually fallen into the hands of a man. How pathetic.

However, without her devotion, she and Liu Lang might not have been able to enjoy such immense wealth and status.

So, in a way, she should thank her properly.

Upon hearing this, the palace maid understood immediately. She then said solemnly, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I misunderstood. Your Majesty is kind-hearted. I will prepare the tonics and send them over right away. I will make sure you consume all of them."

Nodding in satisfaction, she casually pulled a pure gold butterfly and flower hairpin from her hair, adorned with three rows of tassels and a moon-white cat's-eye stone at the bottom. She handed it over, her tone gentle, "You are a good person, able to share my burdens. You are young, and I think this hairpin suits you very well."

"This servant kowtows to thank Your Majesty for your grace."

(End of this chapter)