Chapter 64 The Evil Cat Princess Who Bewitched the Kingdom 25

Xie Rong did not lift his mask, but instead hooked her fingertips around Lu Wenjing's collar and gently opened it.

The words etched on his chest came into view.

"Tell me, if I stripped you naked and hung you outside so everyone could see the words on your body," Xie Rong said, getting more and more excited, her cheeks flushed and her voice trembling at the end, "wouldn't you have no face left to live in this world?"

“You don’t,” Lu Wenjing said.

"Why wouldn't I?" Xie Rong was not happy.

"Because your name is engraved on it, I was once your possession."

The words on Lu Wenjing's chest rose and fell with his breath. The man's aura remained as imposing as ever, and the crooked, childlike words on his chest looked even more comical, like a kitten boldly pressing its paw print while a fierce beast was dozing.

"What belongs to you, even if you don't want it anymore, you'd rather I die a horrible death and be ruined than allow others to gossip about it."

Xie Rong slapped him across the face and said coldly, "Shut up."

"You're just holding the title of Imperial Advisor now, yet you think you're the emperor?"

Lu Wenjing lowered his eyes, his fists clenched at his sides, and the fierceness in his eyes was almost uncontrollable.

When he was around, the little cat didn't understand any of this. All it did all day was eat and sleep. Its favorite thing to do was to go to the Imperial Garden to chase butterflies and sunbathe. Occasionally, it would mimic his tongue and talk silly, saying that it was the Cat Emperor. It was cute and innocent.

But now, he speaks scathingly, calling himself a national advisor and an emperor, having learned all the palace tricks of fawning over the powerful and belittling the weak.

Someone must have corrupted his cat.

Perhaps Xie Rong gave away the Tiger Tally because someone had ill intentions; otherwise, why would the cat he raised with his own hands hate him so much?

Is it Jiang Yebai, or that bitch Gu Qiansi?

Lu Wenjing's eyes reddened, and he ripped off his mask, stood up, and grabbed Xie Rong's arm.

He completely forgot how, during this time, he had hidden behind a mask, filled with resentment, teaching his cat all the imperial strategies he knew in his life, while simultaneously enjoying Xie Rong's dependence on him and wishing Xie Rong would immediately know his true identity.

He couldn't wait to see Xie Rong's reaction after seeing his true face.

Will you be scared to tears, regret it, or feel guilty?

Regardless of the reason, he can forgive everything from the past.

However, there was nothing there.

Xie Rong was like a spirit born without a heart, feeding on hearts but never growing a heart.

"Xie Rong, you see? As long as I'm here, Gu Qiansi can't beat us."

"So?" Xie Rong raised an eyebrow.

After a moment of silence, Lu Wenjing's throat was filled with countless words, and finally he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Let me teach you to write."

"When the empress dowager is ruling from behind the curtain and reviewing memorials, she should write her handwriting neatly."

If he falls in love with a cat that loves playing with balls of yarn, he must also love the cat's naivety and cruelty, rather than criticizing it for taking the yarn he was about to walk on as a ball of yarn and not appreciating it enough.

Xie Rong smiled and gently stroked the handprint on Lu Wenjing's cheek. "How can you be so kind?"

Mi never approved any memorials because she couldn't write many of the characters.

But Mi had seen Lu Wenjing's imposing manner and authority when he reviewed memorials, so Mi was willing to learn from him.

To learn to write, one must begin by learning how to hold a pen.

Before dawn, candles were already lit inside Qifeng Terrace.

Xie Rong sat on the gap between Lu Wenjing's legs, her eyes sparkling, her tail wagging excitedly, eager to show off her power on the folded paper.

Lu Wenjing corrected his pen-holding posture, "A pen isn't a dried fish; you can't hold it like that."

Xie Rong nodded.

Be good for a while, Mimi. Wait until Mimi learns to write before you misbehave.

Lu Wenjing grabbed his hand and wrote five words on the paper.

Xie Rong.

Lu Wenjing.

Xie Rong leaned closer to look, "What are the last three?"

"Put them all together and it's..." Lu Wenjing paused, then smiled and said, "Xie Rong is the most powerful."

Xie Rong immediately wrote those five characters thirty times.

Outside Qifeng Terrace, the new emperor, dressed in court robes, stood outside the palace gate.

"Please inform Eunuch Liu that I have come to fetch the Empress Dowager to attend the morning court session."

A moment later, the palace doors opened, but it wasn't the young empress who came out; instead, it was the rarely seen imperial advisor.

For some reason, despite the man being nothing more than a national advisor far removed from the court, the new emperor felt a sense of fear as he approached and subconsciously took a step back.

The man scoffed, making no attempt to conceal his hostility and contempt.

The new emperor's face flushed red with anger, but he forced himself to remain calm and asked, "Grand Preceptor, how did you get out of the Empress Dowager's bedchamber?"

The man walked straight past him with his hands behind his back, not even answering him, showing no regard for him as the emperor.

He was merely a royal advisor, yet he seemed more like the master of this palace than the emperor himself.

The new emperor clenched his fist at his side, waiting quietly for Xie Rong to come out, then stepped forward and grabbed Xie Rong's sleeve.

"Mother."

Xie Rong yawned. He was clearly a head shorter than the new emperor, but he pretended to be kind and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Does the Imperial Advisor not like me?" the new emperor asked in a low voice. "When I came to fetch the Empress Dowager to court, he seemed unhappy. Does he not want me to take the Empress Dowager to court?"

Xie Rong's face turned cold. "He wouldn't dare."

"With Mother Empress here, I am at ease," the new emperor said, glancing at his puffed-up little face. "Yesterday, I specially summoned Old Madam Gu to the palace and learned from her how to make dried fish. When we go to court later, Mother Empress can hide behind the curtain and eat more."

Xie Rong looked him up and down.

"What's wrong with Mother?" The new emperor became nervous and unconsciously straightened his back.

"It's nothing," Xie Rong smiled.

No wonder they have the blood of the Lu family flowing through their veins.

He was carved from the same money-losing wretch as Lu Wenjing.

...

In order to counterbalance the military officials, civil officials in the court gradually formed two factions.

One faction consisted of military officials led by the regent, while the other faction consisted of civil officials led by the new emperor and empress dowager.

But everyone knows that in recent years, even though the new emperor is about to come of age, he is still a child who has not been weaned and relies on the Empress Dowager for everything.

The Empress Dowager was only one dragon robe away from the throne.

Ever since Xie Rong learned that Gu Qiansi was also after the imperial seal, he has never given her a kind look.

He cannot tolerate any flaws.

He must possess the most powerful treasure in the world.

It's as if Heaven is determined to make him suffer a terrible death, without any reason.

So he set up a trap, inviting the regent to Qifeng Terrace to admire the moon on the night of the full moon.

The other party knew it was a trap, but still came alone.

The struggle for power is always brutal, regardless of the dynasty or era.

The full moon was stained red with blood. Beneath the palace wall, Gu Qiansi held a jar of wine in her hand, looked up at the imperial guards who were pointing their bows at him, and then looked at the little cat demon being held in the arms of another man on the palace wall.

He entered the palace by imperial decree, but the Empress Dowager wouldn't even grant him a proper banquet; she wished he were dead.

In recent years, he has been opposing Xie Rong at every turn in the court, but those oppositions are insignificant. He just wants Xie Rong to pay more attention to him.