Chapter Twenty-Seven: Power
"Why do you want to help me?" Nan Wan'er covered her hands, her face was dirty and she looked terrible.
Her dream of being the leading lady was completely shattered. She no longer fantasized that Gu Yanjing liked her; Gu Yanjing was just a lunatic who brought her into the palace only to torment her like this.
"Because there is someone who likes you very much, and I think you should be able to kill him." Gu Yanjing smiled gently, as tender as a fairy admiring flowers.
Gu Congxin: It's terrifying, I don't find the contrast cute at all.
However, having the female lead kill the male lead is indeed a good idea. After all, according to the original trajectory, the forty-four-year-old male lead began to take concubines and drifted further and further away from the female lead. The female lead is also a wolf in sheep's clothing. After three lifetimes, she directly killed him, helped her son ascend the throne, and ruled from behind the curtain for many lifetimes.
If she hadn't gotten old and her son hadn't forced her to retreat to the inner palace to recuperate, she probably would have planned to become an empress herself.
Gu Yanjing grabbed the system by the neck and dug out all the future plot details, then moved that time point forward.
Since it's always the female lead killing the male lead anyway, what difference does it make if it happens sooner or later?
Duan Xingyue was castrated prematurely, but it didn't seem to have much of an impact, did it?
Duan Xingyue: I'll f*** you!
"Who?" Nan Wan'er's voice was hoarse.
“Your destined lover, but in the long river of fate, you also killed him.” Gu Yanjing squatted down and gently handed over a clean white handkerchief: “However, I now need you to bring forward this time, as I cannot stay in this plane for very long.”
He didn't come to this world to actually become emperor; he's probably just going to kill the male and female leads and then leave.
"When are you planning to leave?" Nan Wan'er's eyes lit up as she gripped the handkerchief Gu Yanjing had given her tightly, her hands covered in blood.
"You want me to leave? I will leave naturally when you kill him."
However, at that time, I do not know whether you still had a life left.
"So now will you give me the power?" Nan Wan'er swallowed greedily.
If Gu Yanjing leaves, wouldn't she be free? And wouldn't she also have power? At that time, she would have wealth, power, and status—she would have everything.
What good man? If she had money, she could have a handsome young man every day.
Go to *** your good man.
"Of course, Your Majesty." Gu Yan nodded in surprise, his features as beautiful as a painting.
Nan Wan'er sat in the magnificent palace, looking at her perfectly clean reflection in the mirror, as if in a dream.
"Your Majesty, your phoenix robe is all dirty today. Let us take it and burn it for you." Several palace maids came in carrying the phoenix robe.
They're all dirty, some even have holes, so there's no way to keep them anymore.
Nan Wan'er turned around and looked at the clothes in the maid's hand. With her sharp eyes, she noticed a snow-white handkerchief tucked inside, but it was stained with blood.
"I don't need the phoenix robe anymore. Keep that handkerchief for me, wash it clean and send it back."
Several palace maids bowed and then withdrew.
Whatever people said to Nan Wan'er, they also advised her to compete for the emperor's favor. The palace maids quietly served her until she fell asleep.
In the dead of night, Nan Wan'er, following the scent of calming incense, drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Nan Wan'er saw the magnificent phoenix crown and robe, as well as a phoenix seal, presented by the palace maids.
Nan Wan'er: "Where is the handkerchief I asked for yesterday?"
A palace maid immediately knelt down: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. Last night, when I was washing handkerchiefs, a black phoenix suddenly appeared, snatched the handkerchief, and flew away. It looked like the one His Majesty keeps."
Nan Wan'er was taken aback, but didn't say anything more. She waved her hand, signaling her to get up.
It seems that His Majesty did it.
Your Majesty, as expected, has no feelings for her whatsoever. What is she thinking now? Such a handsome person; if it were before, she probably would have wanted to like him.
Now, all that's left is fear.
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