Chapter 56 The Evil Cat Princess Who Bewitched the Kingdom 17

After an incense stick has burned, in the study of the general's mansion.

A sudden roar erupted from inside the house, startling the snow on the roof, which trembled and slid down in a flurry.

"I thought you at least had your eye on the emperor's concubine, but it turns out you've only taken a fancy to a cat?" General Gu was furious and smashed his teacup. "How could my Gu family have given birth to such a despicable creature like you!"

"He is no ordinary cat."

General Gu sneered: "Even if a cat causes a huge disturbance, it's still just a cat."

Gu Qiansi said, "I've had a grudge against him ever since he gouged out one of my father's eyes."

“I will take him away and learn from my mother how to make his favorite dried fish.”

General Gu's face instantly turned ashen.

The conversation ended unhappily.

...

On the eve of the New Year's Eve banquet, the powerful and influential people in the capital had already learned that His Majesty would be bringing that imperial concubine to the banquet.

They couldn't help but wonder what kind of stunningly beautiful woman could have captivated the king so much that he was unwilling to attend court for months.

"His Majesty has arrived!"

During the banquet, the guests knelt down to pay their respects, but their eyes were restless, glancing openly and secretly at the imperial concubine who was being led by the emperor's hand.

They held on so tightly, as if they were afraid the person would run away.

Xie Rong did indeed want to run away.

He saw butterflies several times on the road and always wanted to catch them.

Later, Lu Wenjing stopped halfway and caught him a jar of butterflies before leading him to the Golden Palace for the banquet.

Xie Rong held the glass jar in her arms like a precious treasure, oblivious to the dim and unclear gazes around her.

However, when he passed by Jiang Yebai, he deliberately stepped on the man's foot to vent his malice.

The layers of brocade robes, carrying a fragrance, brushed against Jiang Yebai's nose. His fingers, which had been stepped on, curled up, and his ears turned red, as if he was overwhelmed with shame and indignation.

His colleagues all knew that he had been targeted by the Imperial Concubine in the Ministry of Justice prison, and they should have been gloating, but they felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

That Imperial Concubine was as thin as a willow, and her appearance was even more beautiful than a Bodhisattva. To step on her so lightly, right under His Majesty's nose, was like flirting. Who knows how pleased this fellow was inside!

Lu Wenjing seemed to sense something, turned his head and coldly swept his gaze over Jiang Yebai, as if he were looking at a dead man.

What dead person? He's clearly a scoundrel.

Xie Rong sat down on the dragon throne before Lu Wenjing.

As soon as she sat down, she complained that the chair was too uncomfortable, so Eunuch Liu quickly brought three layers of soft cushions so that the Imperial Concubine could sit comfortably on the dragon throne.

Only when the Imperial Concubine is at peace can His Majesty be at peace.

The people at the table had different expressions, and their eyes couldn't help but glance upwards.

His Majesty, with a displeased expression, snatched the orange from Eunuch Liu's hand, peeled it himself, and fed it to the Imperial Concubine.

His complexion improved after the imperial concubine ate.

What's even stranger is that when Liu Gonggong's oranges were taken away, his mouth twisted with anger.

Could it be that he, a eunuch, dares to covet His Majesty's favorite concubine?

"Jiang Yebai, didn't you meet the Imperial Concubine?" Tong Liao leaned closer with ill intent, her eyes fixed on the person beside the Emperor. "Did he also try to seduce you? Otherwise, why did he only step on you and not others?"

Jiang Yebai suddenly looked up and stared coldly at him.

“I saw it all just now,” Tong said with a cryptic smile, “Isn’t it satisfying to be stepped on by a male bodhisattva like that?”

Jiang Yebai glanced at him, stood up, and calmly said, "Your Majesty, Minister Zhang asked me whether the Consort is seducing men everywhere. I dare not answer."

His colleague's expression changed drastically. He never expected this guy to be so stubborn. He cursed inwardly and hurriedly knelt down to beg for forgiveness.

"Your Majesty, Jiang Yebai is making false accusations first and distorting the truth. I am truly innocent!"

The room fell silent instantly.

All that could be heard was the emperor's cold voice coming from the dragon throne.

"Drag him away and beat him to death."

"Wait a minute," Xie Rong said, resting his chin on his hand. Seeing that Lord Zhang's eyes lit up and he was looking at him expectantly, he couldn't help but curl up his lips in a malicious smile. "Before beating him to death, rip out his heart first."

“If you dig it up after it’s dead, it won’t be fresh anymore.”

The guard hesitated for a moment.

Lu Wenjing said, "Do as the Imperial Concubine says."

The guards gagged Lord Zhang and dragged him out of the Golden Palace.

During the banquet, the old minister shook his head and sighed, using wine to numb himself.

If this continues, the land of Dafeng will likely descend into chaos.

...

In the early spring of the sixth year of the Shengyu era, the emperor, in order to please his imperial concubine, built the Qifeng Terrace in the palace. Every plant and tree was chosen according to the concubine's preferences, costing a total of one million taels of silver.

In the seventh year of the Shengyu era, in the dead of winter, the Qifeng Terrace was completed. During the morning court session, the emperor disregarded the remonstrances of his ministers and insisted on making the Consort Gui the empress.

In the eighth year of the Shengyu era, in the first month, the emperor and empress married at Qifeng Terrace.

Xie Rong sat on the edge of the couch, irritably pulling at the intricate tassels around his waist.

Damn Lu Wenjing, how could he let a cat wear so many clothes? He's very uncomfortable!

Fortunately, Mimi's claws were sharp enough to tear off her bright red wedding dress.

When Lu Wenjing pushed open the door, he saw his empress sitting in the middle of a pile of scattered strips of cloth. Her wedding dress was tattered and her black hair was disheveled, unable to cover her thin, snow-white back.

Xie Rong seemed annoyed and angrily tore off another piece of fabric, exposing her beautifully curved lower back to the man.

Hearing footsteps, he turned around and glared at Lu Wenjing, then opened his mouth and cursed, "Where did you find these tattered clothes again? They make me uncomfortable all over! You're just asking for trouble, don't drag me into it. I'm not an ugly hairless cat like you."

My cat's fur is prettier than clothes, so I don't want to wear clothes.

Lu Wenjing's dark eyes were unfathomable. He strode over, squatted down, picked him up, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you're not comfortable, then don't wear it."

For some reason, Lu Wenjing was eager to get married, yet he also wanted today to pass by slowly.

He was always afraid that if he was even a step too slow, Xie Rong would disappear.

Fortunately, after their wedding night, his cat remained soundly asleep in his arms.

Xie Rong was only so quiet when he was asleep. Of all the things in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the only one that has not been scratched, bitten, or smashed by the cat is the dragon throne.

There's no other reason than that Xie Rong couldn't bite or scratch it.

When it was lunchtime, Lu Wenjing did not see anyone. He hurriedly searched around and finally found Xie Rong in front of the side hall of Qifeng Terrace.

Xie Rong sat on the ground, his eyes pressed against the door, a dagger in one hand, intently carving words on the door.

Lu Wenjing leaned closer for a look and then laughed, "Why isn't it Xie Rong's hut? It's a big house!"

Xie Rong wagged her tail and flicked it across the man's face, looking at him coldly. "Anyway, it's mine. Mind your own business."

Everything that Mimi uses must be marked with Mimi's name.

“You also engraved my name, so I’m yours too,” Lu Wenjing grabbed Xie Rong’s hand and pressed it against his chest. “Do you remember?”

Xie Rong gave a strange smile. "I remember."

Lu Wenjing was his food.

Now that two years have passed, his demonic arts are nearing completion, and Lu Wenjing is no longer of any use to him.

The Imperial Advisor has been holed up in Xuanqing Palace for two years, thinking he's just a figurehead. He plans to inscribe Xie Rong's name on the entire palace.

Once you write your name on it, it all belongs to Mimi!