Chapter 330 The Skinny Horse from Yangzhou Sent to Disrupt the Country (27)

On the gilded candlestick, the third candle suddenly "crackled" in the silence, and tiny sparks flew out like a fleeting meteor in the night sky.

The flickering flames reflected on the corners of Qingwu's eyes, dyeing her cinnabar mole red, like a burning cloud, adding a bit of charm and allure to her.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile, which was like a cunning fox, ready to pounce on its prey, with a cunning and clever light flashing in her eyes.

Shi Yanqing's Adam's apple moved slightly unconsciously, and his eyes inadvertently swept across the bronze mirror in front of him.

He saw himself in the mirror, his long black hair like a waterfall twisted into pieces of gold. The interweaving of light and shadow gave him a feeling of illusion and confusion.

It was not until this moment that he suddenly realized that he had unknowingly hugged Qingwu tightly in his arms.

Qingwu's fingertips, painted with bright nail polish, were almost touching the jade pendant on his waist, which symbolized his status as regent and was the order to mobilize all his power.

It was like he had already fallen without realizing it.

Became Qingwu's chess piece.

"Then... Ah Wu, what exactly do you want?"

Shi Yanqing's voice was low and hoarse, as if carrying a hint of imperceptible uneasiness and expectation.

"Or, what do you want me to do for you?"

His eyes were deep and bottomless, like a dark pool, hiding countless thoughts and struggles.

Qingwu curled her lips, and the smile on the corners of her mouth became a little deeper, but she did not answer Shi Yanqing's question immediately.

Instead, he suddenly stretched out his arm and quickly hooked Shi Yanqing's neck.

Shi Yanqing let out a suppressed groan.

At the same time, Qingwu's fingertips gently opened the first button on Shi Yanqing's collar.

"Awu was once very curious about what kind of world the Lord and His Majesty were fighting for."

Qingwu lazily fiddled with Shi Yanqing's jade buttons, ignoring the man's Adam's apple that kept rolling because of her teasing.

There was a hint of curiosity and inquiry in his tone, "Why is the world... so worth fighting for?"

The desire and ambition contained in her beautiful eyes were too moving, and the blazing light seemed to be able to set the whole world on fire, yet it did not seem annoying—

Instead, it makes people want to give her everything just to win her smile.

"Until Awu tasted the benefits brought by power." Her voice was soft and charming, like arsenic mixed with sugar, which made people feel poisonous but unable to resist.

"After Awu tasted it, she didn't want to let go."

"Awu wants to take control of her own life, no longer be framed and constrained by others, and live for herself."

Shi Yanqing couldn't make out his expression.

"Master... do you know what kind of suffering Awu has endured?"

Qingwu suddenly turned around, and her voice suddenly carried a hint of resentment and grievance, as if opening a scar in her heart, making people feel pity.

What’s more, he is a man who has been bewitched by her.

Qingwu's fingertips suddenly stopped on the buttonhole, and her dark blue eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, casting a shadow, covering most of the dark currents surging in her eyes.

Memories of that snowy night when I was seven years old came flooding back mixed with ice chips—

As her purple-frozen fingertips dug into the reeds on the shore, Qingwu looked at the full moon reflected in the river and realized for the first time that beauty was a noose hanging around the neck.

Beauty alone is a dead end.

Yuefang Pavilion provided her with food and clothing, allowing her to live a seemingly superior life.

But those hot baths soaked in rose water, those soft satin shoes woven with gold thread, are all wrapped in thorny admonitions:

When smiling, the dimples should just cover the marks of rouge, the wrist holding the cup should be bent into the most alluring arc, and even when crying, it should be as adorable as spring rain hitting banana leaves.

Those shameful admonitions still reverberate in my ears when I wake up in the middle of the night.

Shi Yanqing's heart felt as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, constantly being kneaded and pulled, causing extreme pain.

Countless thoughts swirled in his mind like a tangled mess, making it difficult for him to sort out the clues.

"So the Lord... will help Awu, right?"

Qingwu's every frown, smile, and gesture were like an invisible knife, leaving a deep mark in his heart.

In the end, Shi Yanqing finally seemed to surrender and sighed deeply.

There was a hint of helplessness and doting in his eyes, as if he had let go of all his persistence and principles.

"Then Ah Wu, how can I help you?"

It is a compromise and also a commitment.

For Qingwu, he was willing to put aside his pride and principles and fulfill her wish.

He doesn't want the world, he just wants a pure and charming woman.

A triumphant smile appeared on Qingwu's lips, and her eyes were shining with joy.

Finally, she moved close to Shi Yanqing and snuggled in his arms like a docile cat.

He leaned forward slowly, and his black hair fell on his purple robe like a waterfall, like an inky waterfall falling into a deep pool.

When Qingwu's head finally rested on Shi Yanqing's chest, Shi Yanqing heard his own violent heartbeat, which was even more deafening than the war drums on the battlefield.

Qingwu raised her beautiful face, her eyes were as clear as autumn water, and the flickering candlelight was reflected in her eyes, which were brighter than any gem. She spoke in the seductive and crazy Wu dialect.

"Master, please give Awu a child."

The regent's mind, which had always been weighing the pros and cons, suddenly exploded.

......What?

"Awu wants to be the Queen Mother."

The clock in the corner of the hall suddenly rang, and the twelve chimes broke the silence of the night, like twelve thunderbolts striking his heart.

The figure that was originally contented because its heart was filled suddenly stopped.

Shi Yanqing only felt his throat tighten and his veins throb, as if something was pounding wildly inside his body, trying to break out.

"Awu...what did you say?" Shi Yanqing finally squeezed out these two words from between his teeth with great difficulty, and there was a slight tremor in his voice that he himself did not even notice.

The charming and seductive smile.

"My child is the king of the great age. Doesn't this also fulfill the master's goal of ascending to the throne of the world?"

Qingwu's fingertips slowly moved up along Shi Yanqing's cuffs, finally stopping at his beating pulse.

She leaned forward slightly, put her lips close to Shi Yanqing's ear, and whispered softly: "If my child were to sit on the throne, the wind on the river..."

A beautiful voice whispered in his ear, "Isn't it still the wind in the Lord's palm?"

Qingwu's voice was soft and charming, and her warm breath accompanied by fragrance brushed past Shi Yanqing's earlobe like a spring breeze.

With a hint of subtle temptation, it makes people's heart flutter.