Chapter 65 The Evil Cat Princess Who Bewitched the Nation 26

But the palace is a den of cannibals.

Forcibly confining a clueless little stray cat here is bound to come at a price.

Even Xie Rong didn't know what the Imperial Seal meant; he only knew that the stone was very powerful and he was determined to obtain it.

Gu Qiansi lowered her head and glanced at the wine in her hand.

That was wine he specially brewed using oranges.

In fact, he was on guard, and if any unexpected incident occurred at the banquet, he would use smashing a cup as a signal.

But he never imagined that the ambush would be set on the way to the palace. Like his father, he was far too arrogant.

But he never had what his father had.

Throughout his life, whether he was a young general or a regent, he never seemed to receive anyone's fervent joy.

The mother spent half her life trying to win back the father's heart, while the father spent the other half his life scheming for his beloved sons, even going so far as to make him the regent.

Gu Qiansi closed his eyes, but what appeared before him was that night when he was taking a walk in the Imperial Garden, and a little stray cat, only a few months old, lay at his feet, rubbing its head against his boots and acting cute.

Everyone says the empress is wicked, but how bad can a cat be?

He just wanted someone to play with him, and he just wanted to eat dried fish.

In recent years, he would often sneak a peek at the kittens chasing butterflies in the Imperial Garden, and when he got tired of chasing butterflies, he would bask in the sun and take a nap.

The more I peek, the more upset I become.

If someone hadn't used the jade seal to lure the kitten, saying it was a treasure more precious than dried fish in the world, how could the kitten demon have gone mad and wanted to rule from behind the curtain and seize power over the world?

He was a wolf in sheep's clothing who forced the late emperor to his death and seized power. He deserved to die, but shouldn't that imperial advisor also die?

Gu Qiansi looked up and saw the fake imperial advisor holding Xie Rong in his arms, teaching Xie Rong how to draw a bow and nock an arrow, aiming it at him.

He looked into the Grand Preceptor's dark, cold eyes and caught a glimpse of the mocking curve of the other's lips.

In a flash, he was startled.

But he was too tired and couldn't dodge the arrow.

To Xie Rong, he seemed to be nothing more than a traitor and rebel.

Gu Qiansi lay in a pool of blood, her blood mixed with the wine that had spilled from the broken wine jar.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty the Empress Dowager," a man whispered in Xie Rong's ear from the palace wall, as if no one else was around, "a great worry has been removed."

Xie Rong's face was expressionless, without even a trace of his usual heartless excitement.

Lu Wenjing turned his face back, narrowed his eyes and said, "What, are you heartbroken? Can't bear to part with him?"

"Don't forget, if it weren't for him, the Imperial Seal would still be in your Qifeng Terrace."

"Traitors and rebels deserve to die."

"If we're talking about a major concern," Xie Rong's eyes darted around as he looked up at him coldly, "compared to him, aren't you the one who's the biggest worry?"

“But you’ve already killed me once,” Lu Wenjing said.

"But you're still alive," Xie Rong murmured, his pupils slightly dilated. "Why is it that no matter how many times I kill you, you survive, but when I kill others, they die?"

Why should you always be different from everyone else?

"What?" Lu Wenjing didn't hear what he said next.

Xie Rong nervously bit his fingertips, staring at the corpse beneath the palace wall.

He suddenly pushed Lu Wenjing away, ran down the palace wall, lay down in front of the lifeless Gu Qiansi, grabbed Gu Qiansi's shoulders and shook her repeatedly.

"Why are you so willing to be manipulated by fate? Why can't you fake your death?" Xie Rong stared at Gu Qiansi's tightly closed eyes and suddenly laughed. He lowered his head and exhaled a breath of essence onto Gu Qiansi's face.

"The imperial seal is mine; you can't take it from me."

"But if you die, wouldn't that be exactly what Lu Wenjing wanted?"

[Host, what are you doing?] The system stared blankly at him.

Xie Rong waited for a while, but Gu Qiansi still showed no signs of life.

“Useless thing,” he said coldly.

He should have died in the secret realm back then, but he managed to crawl out alive.

Why can't this group of people?

Why are these people willing to be stepping stones for the main characters?

Xie Rong turned and left, unaware that the man in the pool of blood behind him was twitching his fingertips, as if trying to grasp his shadow.

...

To facilitate the Empress Dowager's assistance to His Majesty in handling state affairs, the imperial seal was sent to Qifengtai without proper authorization.

Rumors gradually spread in the palace that the Imperial Preceptor was the Empress Dowager's male favorite, and that he often stayed at Qifeng Terrace for an entire night without coming out.

They were alone together, and their relationship was far from innocent. Weren't they afraid that the late emperor would be so angry that he would crawl out of the imperial tomb?

But Xie Rong is just a cat, and a kitten doesn't understand human rumors.

Xie Rong lay on the chaise longue, toying with the gold-inlaid jade seal in his palm.

"You don't seem very happy." Lu Wenjing appeared beside him at some point. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

"Then why do you pretend to be the Imperial Advisor when you clearly despise those pretentious, mystical advisors?" Xie Rong glanced at him sideways. "Is this what you want?"

“I don’t believe in ghosts and gods, but the people of Dafeng do,” Lu Wenjing said, sitting on the edge of the couch and squeezing his hand. “Rather than letting a charlatan like me fool my people, I’d rather do it myself.”

"At that time, the only purpose of my life was to be a good emperor."

Xie Rong sneered: "You mean, some people are born to be your slaves? You really know how to flatter yourself."

After saying that, he casually tossed the imperial seal back onto the table.

"I am different from you."

“I was born to be someone’s foil, but anyone who dares to use me as a foil, a stepping stone, or a whetstone, I will destroy them.”

He was just a cat; he didn't know the purpose of the imperial seal, but he knew that Heaven was biased, and anything given exclusively to the protagonist must be the most powerful treasure in the world.

Then he must take it.

Although he didn't need the baby, he was happy.

Xie Rong casually stroked the man's prominent brow bone, "If I can't have it, I'd rather destroy it, even if it means mutual destruction, than let others have a good time."

"So, you were wrong just now. I am very happy today."

"From now on, I will be just as happy as I am today every day."

...

Time flies by.

The orange trees in front of Qifeng Terrace bore fruit time and time again, as the new emperor gradually matured, yet the master of Qifeng Terrace remained as youthful as ever.

On the day that Eunuch Liu passed away, Xie Rong had the palace servants bury him under an orange tree.

Mi's little brother will also have Mi's protection in the future.

[Host, have you noticed anything amiss?]

Xie Rong, the kitten, was sunbathing in a bird's nest under an orange tree, his precious jade seal hidden under his belly. "Meow?"

[The main storyline has completely collapsed, yet your body is getting better and better.]

According to the plot, the villain should have been eliminated on the day the rebels stormed the palace.

Once the villain is gone, the protagonist's stolen luck will return, and reclaiming the throne will be just around the corner.

Xie Rong licked his paws with a serious expression.

Could it be that Heaven is secretly plotting something malicious to harm you?

As the sun set, Lu Wenjing carried him down from the orange tree and walked towards the bedroom.

"Xie Rong," Lu Wenjing's lips grew paler by the day, his voice so soft it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Xie Rong buried his head in licking his fur, ignoring him.

Lu Wenjing scratched his chin.

Xie Rong scratched the back of his hand with his claw.

Strangely, the man's hand was cut, but there was no blood.

"Xie Rong," Lu Wenjing hugged her tighter, burying his head in the kitten's fluffy belly, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he just said fiercely, "Bad cat."

"Meow!"

Meow, you're a bad cat! Don't you dare suck on that bad cat's belly!

[Congratulations, host! The protagonist's pain level is 100. The mission is complete.]

...

According to historical records, Empress Dowager Xie ruled from behind the curtain for twenty years.

When people mention this empress dowager, they can't help but marvel that she was truly favored by Heaven.

She was once an empress, and also had male favorites. In her youth, she was the emperor's sole favorite. After seizing power, she had the imperial advisor by her side through thick and thin, and the new emperor was devoted to her filial duties.

He was later buried in the imperial mausoleum with the late emperor.

There are also unofficial historical accounts that the Empress Dowager was originally a cat demon from Ling Mountain, and that the late emperor was not dead, as the late emperor was not found in the coffin in the imperial mausoleum, nor was the spirit cat.