Chapter 105 Fu Ying starts to act up again
The morning light of Fengyi Palace, with a hint of the tranquility of the night, was broken by a cautious knock.
"Princess? Are you awake? It's time to get up, wash up, and prepare for court..."
Xiaolian, the most capable maidservant beside the queen, held a towel with warm water and gently pushed open the curtain of the warm room.
Then, Xiaolian froze at the door as if she had been cast under a spell.
The scene before her was enough to overturn her understanding of her more than 20 years of palace life!
In front of the carved bed, Prince Yong Nangong Ye, dressed in his regular prince's clothes, stood as straight as a pine tree, slightly bent over, and his movements were... extremely clumsy and gentle?
With one hand, he held up the slender ankle of Princess Dongfang Yuning, who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, and with the other hand, he was pinching a silk sock embroidered with chubby gold ingots, trying to put it on her white and delicate feet.
His movements were so clumsy as if he was handling a priceless and fragile glass cup, and he was afraid that using a little more force would hurt her.
The princess on the bed had her face flushed (purely from the heat) as she slept, her long black hair spread out on the pillow, her mouth slightly open, making extremely subtle, cat-like breathing sounds.
She was completely unaware of the prince's service, and even hummed unconsciously when her feet were being manipulated, and her little head shrank into the quilt.
Nangong Ye paused, his brows furrowed slightly, as if thinking: Are these socks... worn the wrong way around? Should the ingot be facing upwards?
Xiaolian: “…”
She retreated silently and extremely slowly, as if in slow motion, gently closed the door curtain, and leaned her back against the cold carved door panel, her heart pounding.
[The prince… is putting socks on the princess?! And they’re gold ingot socks?! Oh my god! If this gets out… No no no, it can’t be spread! It’ll kill people!]
She took a few deep breaths, tried to calm herself down, and ran towards the queen's bedroom with all her might.
"Empress!"
Xiaolian's voice was very low, trembling with the feeling of having survived a disaster.
Empress Dongfang Qiwu was dressing in front of the mirror and heard the words without turning her head:
"Hmm? Ning'er is awake?"
"My lady...I'm not awake yet."
Chuntao swallowed her saliva.
"It's the prince... The prince is inside... He is personally putting socks on the princess."
The queen's hand holding the hairpin stopped in mid-air, and the expression on her beautiful face in the mirror suddenly became extremely complicated.
There was shock, helplessness, and heartache for his sister, which eventually turned into a long and heavy sigh.
"well……"
She put down the jade hairpin and rubbed her eyebrows.
"Okay, got it, back off."
Xiaolian felt as if she had been pardoned and quickly slipped away.
The queen looked at herself in the mirror, but her eyes seemed to see through the mirror that she saw the tall figure who was clumsily putting socks on her sister.
A cold light flashed in the depths of her eyes, her red lips moved slightly, and she uttered a few words silently:
[Nangong Ye, you'd better treat Ning'er well, or I'll make you another Lin Sheng! I, Dongfang Qiwu, swear!]
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Golden Palace.
The familiar solemnity, the familiar oppression, the familiar... weird atmosphere where the ministers were trying so hard to hold back their laughter that they hurt themselves.
The reason is simple. Today, the special seat for the lucky little princess has been upgraded from the luxurious little stool to a spacious and sturdy rosewood armchair covered with thick snow-white bear skin!
Our protagonist, Dongfang Yuning, is being held tightly in the arms of her husband, Prince Yong, Nangong Ye, with an attitude of absolute possession and protection. She is wrapped in a large black prince's cloak, revealing only her little face, which is sleeping soundly and the dark circles under her eyes have not yet completely faded.
Nangong Ye sat upright on the armchair, his posture straight and his face expressionless.
He even carefully adjusted the position of his arms so that the little woman in his arms could lean more comfortably and avoid having her neck hanging in the air.
The whole picture is solemn yet filled with a suffocating pampering.
At this moment when the ministers were suffering from internal injuries during this peaceful time——
[Drip! Drip! Drip—!!!]
[Warning! Warning! High-level malicious conspiracy fluctuations detected! Target locked: Fuying Country!]
[Alert Level: SSS+! Threat Code: 'Immortal Reincarnation: Troublemaking Gift Pack'!]
A shrill and distorted electronic sound, comparable to the sound of 100,000 screaming chickens having their necks stepped on at the same time, exploded in Dongfang Yuning's mind without any warning!
At the same time, the strong mental shock was like high voltage electricity, instantly penetrating her sleeping consciousness!
“Ouch!”
Dongfang Yuning jumped up from Nangong Ye's arms like a cat whose tail had been stepped on! Her cloak slipped off, revealing a princess's dress that was neat but clearly put on in a daze (the gold ingots on her socks were indeed one right side up and the other wrong side up).
She was sleepy, her hair was slightly messy, and her face was full of shock and confusion. Her big eyes were wide open and she looked around blankly:
[What the hell?! What the hell?! Ghost screams?! 118 Are you having a seizure?! I'm so scared! Where is this? Where's Fengyi Palace? Wasn't I sleeping in my bed in Fengyi Palace? Why am I here?!]
She subconsciously grabbed the collar of Nangong Ye's shirt. Her frightened, ignorant and dependent look made Nangong Ye's heart ache and his brows twisted into knots.
[Damn this broken system! How dare you scare Ning'er!]
Nangong Ye's inner hatred towards 118 instantly reached its maximum, and his eyes were so cold that they could freeze someone to death.
He quickly tightened his arms, pressed the frightened little princess back into his arms, patted her back soothingly with his big hands, and said in a low and gentle voice:
"Ning'er, don't be afraid. It's just a nightmare. Your husband is here."
However, the alarm of System 118 did not stop, but instead it kept coming out like a barrage of bullets in Dongfang Yuning's mind:
[Host! This isn't a nightmare! It's those short, fat guys from Fuying Country trying to make trouble again! Remember that reborn girl named Xun Huiyun? The one Prince Fuying took back as a foot-washing maid?]
She was unwilling to be a maid! Using some of the 'secrets' she had learned from her rebirth, she colluded with the great-grandson of the great-grandson of Abe Haruaki in Fuying Country... the old charlatan Yamamoto who called himself the 'Master of Yin and Yang'!
The two hit it off immediately! The old charlatan, convinced he could communicate with the Yamata no Orochi and manipulate the Shikigami, believed he was omnipotent! He was instigating Emperor Fusakura and the prince to launch some sort of "Impure World Reincarnation: Dayan Conquest Plan"!
The target is directly aimed at Dayan! They want to come back and stir up trouble! They also want to be the overlord! They are dreaming of a great Spring and Autumn period! Ugh!]
Boom——!!!
System 118's series of "heartfelt reports" that exploded with information, mixed with a large number of modern vocabulary and strong personal emotions, was like dropping a spiritual bomb in the peaceful throne room!
Although only the royal family and core ministers of Yan State could "hear" it, the effect was devastating!
Emperor Nangong Yu: “!!!”
He suddenly clenched the armrests of the dragon throne, his knuckles turned white, and his face instantly became so gloomy that water could drip out!
[Fuying! Good! Very good! I haven't even had time to deal with you yet, and you're already jumping up and down! Impure World Reincarnation?! Onmyoji?! Do you really think my cannons are just for show?!]
Crown Prince Nangong Chengqian: [Heh.]
A cold, murderous snort echoed through everyone's heart. The young crown prince's face was as gloomy as water, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Foot-washing maid? Charlatan? Very good, I'll remember it.
Minister of War:
[Oh my god! Again?! Didn't the last explosion at Rock Castle hurt them enough? And you're still trying to reincarnate? I'll send you into the grave!]
He was so excited that he almost broke the tablet.
Minister of Revenue:
[It’s over, it’s over… Another war is coming… My treasury… My silver… The princess is going to use it to build cannons… Round and plump… little world-destroying fireworks… Woo woo woo… (He frantically calculates in his mind)]
Dongfang family father and son:
[(Murderous Synchronicity 100%) You dare to set your sights on my daughter/sister? Fu Ying Emperor, huh? Yin Yang charlatan, huh? All your ashes will be scattered!]
Dongfang Yuning, who was at the center of the storm, was momentarily stunned before his rage suddenly shot up to his head! It was more explosive than the system alarm!
[What?! Fu Ying again?! That Xun Yun again?! And that old Yin-Yang charlatan?! Are you giving them face?! Are you taking advantage of them?!]
She was completely awake, her little universe ablaze! She sat up suddenly in Nangong Ye's arms, her little fists clenched, her pretty face flushed red with anger, and her eyes seemed to be able to spit fire!
"I told you so! Brother-in-law Lao Deng! You should have listened to me! Just use the round balls to crush them! And you're still talking about peace?!"
What the hell is there to talk about?! What's the point of talking to a bunch of ungrateful bastards?! Now it's all right, right? You think you're good enough again! You still want to be reborn and cause trouble?!]
The two words "Lao Deng" hit Nangong Yu on the head accurately. The emperor's brother-in-law twitched his mouth fiercely, but he was so angry at the moment that he couldn't refute.
Dongfang Yuning's inner roar was like a violent storm:
I can't stand it! I can't stand it for even a moment! 118! Give it to me right now! Right now! Search for pictures! Search for the best! The most powerful! The easiest to operate! The one with the longest range!
Blueprints for a super weapon capable of precisely striking the Fuying Emperor's latrine and that old charlatan's altar! Points aren't a problem! I'll spend everything I have to get this!]
[Whoever dares to stop me this time! Talking nonsense about the magnanimity of a great nation and the devastation of countless lives! I'll test my skills on him first! Let him experience the feeling of reincarnation! I, Dongfang Yuning, mean what I say!]
Her fierce eyes swept across the room, searching for potential obstacles.
In the Golden Palace, you can hear a pin drop.
All the important officials who could hear the inner voices had only one thought at this moment:
Who dares to stop her?! Who dares?! Didn't you see the princess's eyes were red?! That look is like she wants to destroy the country! Stop her? Do you think her nine clans are too prosperous?!
Everyone tacitly and in unison lowered their heads, trying to reduce their presence, while in their hearts they frantically shouted in support:
[The princess/princess is mighty! Damn it!]
[Yes! Hong Ping Fu Ying! Support the princess!]
[This old minister is willing to donate three years' salary to help the princess build cannons! ]
[Your Majesty! Please give the order quickly! We, your servants, are willing to be the vanguard! Clear the firing range for the princess's cannon... er...!]
At this critical moment when everyone was united in hatred of the enemy and the desire to destroy the nation had reached its peak, Dongfang Yuning was already mentally screening the blueprints of the "World-Destroying Fireworks Pro Max Plus Ultimate Edition" with 118.
“Report——!!!”
Outside the hall, the chief eunuch rushed in with a sharp voice, holding a gold-stamped visiting card in his hand, his face looking as if he had seen a ghost:
"Your Majesty! The Fu-Fuying Kingdom's special envoy, bearing a letter of credence... has arrived outside the palace gates, requesting an audience! They claim... that they have important matters to discuss, and they hope to restore friendly relations between our two countries!"
Boom——!!!
The entire Golden Palace seemed to have been paused.
The people who were furious and ready to destroy the country in the previous second were all petrified in the next second!
Nangong Yu: “…”
Nangong Chengqian: "..."
Nangong Ye: “…”
Dongfang family father and son: "..."
The ministers: “…”
Everyone's gazes were fixed on the armchair—Dongfang Yuning, who was being held tightly in Prince Yong's arms. His expression shifted from raging rage to extreme astonishment and disbelief, finally settling on a mixture of absurdity and fury: "I've already taken off my pants, and this is what you're showing me?"
【ha? ! 】
Dongfang Yuning's inner roar almost broke through the sky, with an absurd and extreme madness,
[How dare they come?! And even talk about renewing friendly relations between our two countries?! What a jerk! They just colluded with the charlatans to plot, and now they're acting like grandsons?! Is this shamelessness made of the corners of a city wall and bunkers?!]
She was so angry that she fluttered in Nangong Ye's arms, pointing her little hand in the direction of the palace door, glaring at the emperor's brother-in-law. Although she was held down by Nangong Ye and could only speak:
[Brother-in-law! Lao Deng! Did you see that?! This is the good neighbor you negotiated for! Insidious and cunning! Two-faced! Shameless! What else can we meet again?!
Let them in! I want to personally use these newly awakened, pure, 36K titanium alloy dog eyes... Ugh! Immortal eyes!
Let's see what kind of nonsense they can come up with! If they can't come up with a single word... humph! It just so happens that my new cannon needs a few live targets to test its range!]
Nangong Ye quickly comforted the angry little princess, and spoke in a cold voice, his voice as if it had been tempered by ice:
"Royal brother! Fuying's evil ambitions are obvious! It's better not to meet their envoys! Or... just capture them and interrogate them for their conspiracy!"
The Minister of War immediately stepped out, his gaze filled with murderous intent:
"I second the motion! Your Majesty! Such a capricious nation must be deterred with thunderous measures! Your Majesty, please issue an order. I am willing to personally lead the imperial guards to capture the traitorous envoy!"
The Minister of Revenue also showed his toughness for once, although his voice was a little shaky:
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty second this motion! Such behavior is simply... simply an insult to the dignity of our Great Yan nation! Princess... ahem... Your Majesty the Princess is right! Boom... Boom!"
For a time, cries of "Capture the thief envoy," "Punish him severely," and "Destroy Fuying" echoed one after another. In the Golden Palace, the atmosphere of shared hatred and unity was ignited again, and the goal was clear: kill the Fuying envoy!
Emperor Nangong Yu sat on the dragon throne, looking at the infuriated ministers below, looking at his brother's sister-in-law in his arms, who was as angry as a little pufferfish and might pull out a "round thing" at any moment, and then thinking about that damned visiting card and the shocking conspiracy revealed by the system...
He slowly stood up, and the imperial pressure instantly enveloped the entire venue.
The corner of his mouth curled up into an extremely cold and sarcastic smile.
"Convey my will."
The voice was not loud, but it clearly drowned out all the requests.
"Announce—the special envoy of the Fuying Kingdom to the palace!"
He paused, his eyes like a cold blade, sweeping across the entire room, lingering especially on Dongfang Yuning for a moment. With a subtle hint of indulgence and a desire to watch the fun, he spoke clearly, word by word:
"I'd like to hear more about this 'reconstruction'. Just how exactly do they plan to do it?"
[By the way, find a ready-made excuse for my "National Guardian Cannon"... to fire.]
These words echoed clearly in the minds of everyone who could hear them.
Dongfang Yuning's eyes lit up instantly!
[Brother-in-law Lao Deng... Oh no, your wise and mighty Majesty! Come on!]
The ministers were cheered up:
[Understood! Close the door! Let... uh... the princess in!]
Nangong Ye tightened his arms:
[Ning'er, how do you want to play? Your husband will take care of it for you.]
System 118:
[Beep! Host's battle enthusiasm detected at MAX! 'Laughing Mode' & 'Physical Transcendence Mode' ready! Blueprint loading... (rubbing hands)]
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