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Chapter Twenty-Nine: I'll Make You Say You Love Me Yourself
Chapter Twenty-Nine: I'll Make You Say You Love Me Yourself The brightly lit guest room was filled with people—or rather, handsome men. "You may all go and rest," Wan'er said calmly, glancing around indifferently. The men bowed respectfully and withdrew.
Binghai Yixuan gazed at Wan'er with deep affection. If he could, he really wanted to… What was he thinking? This was not allowed. He sighed softly and turned to leave. His slender hand touched the door of the guest room, and suddenly a warm, delicate hand caressed his long, handsome hand. Binghai Yixuan trembled and looked behind him.
Wan'er smiled faintly, "Brother, do you still remember what Wan'er said?" Binghai Yixuan looked blank, but Wan'er was not in a hurry. She simply held his slender hand tightly with her gentle jade-like hand, "Do you remember when Wan'er asked you in the peach blossom forest if you liked Wan'er, and you nodded?"
Binghai Yixuan paused, then said, "Hehe, Wan'er, don't overthink it. My feelings aren't that kind of... yes, yes." Wan'er looked at Binghai Yixuan with amusement. "That kind of thing?" Binghai Yixuan was at a loss for words. His heart pounded nervously. "Yes, it's my feelings for my sister." Wan'er was clearly disappointed. "Oh, brother, go back and rest well." Binghai Yixuan let out a long sigh, but who could understand the deep reluctance in his heart? He nodded slightly and turned to leave.
Wan'er smiled slyly as she watched Binghai Yixuan's retreating figure. 'Brother, I'll make you say you love me yourself.' A soft, silent cough pulled Wan'er back to reality.
Wan'er turned around with a calm expression, picked up the water that had been cooled from the table, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "You're awake." The person on the bed was androgynous, with a high, straight nose, alluring thin lips, and even more captivating were his eyes of different colors, which were now looking around in confusion. Wan'er smiled faintly and handed the water to the man, gesturing for him to drink it.
The man obediently finished drinking the water, his eyes, of different colors, fixed on Wan'er as if afraid she would escape. Then, a delicate white hand touched the veil on Wan'er's face, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered it.
Wan'er looked at the man before her with amusement. In terms of looks, he could indeed rival Jin Fan, although the two were completely different types. "Want to see?" The man paused for a moment and then nodded. Wan'er gently removed the veil from her face with her slender, jade-like hands, revealing a bewitching face that could launch a thousand ships, instantly captivating the man.
Wan'er's alluring pink lips curved slightly. "What's your name?" Hearing Wan'er's voice, the man snapped out of his reverie, his asymmetrical eyes still fixed on her, making no move. Wan'er was slightly disappointed. "Binghai Wan'er, that's my name. Get some rest; we have a long journey ahead tomorrow." She then rose and left the room under the man's gaze.
The alluring man on the bed smiled slightly. "Wan'er, from now on, my name is Wanluo."
(Sorry everyone, I'm updating slowly today because of the college entrance exams. I just haven't had time. Please understand.)
Chapter Thirty: I hate myself for not being able to protect the one I love.
Chapter Thirty: Hating Himself for Failing to Protect His Beloved "Bang!" A loud crash echoed throughout the room. A large wine jug lay askew on the table. A man in red, with a bewitching face, held the jug in his hands, tilting his head back to drink. The clear liquid streamed down his thin lips, seeping into his fiery red clothes. "Wan'er, Wan'er," the man murmured tenderly. "Bang!" Another wine jug met its tragic end.
At this moment, a man dressed in black stood outside the door, his face full of anxiety. He didn't know whether to go in or not. What should he do? "Come in." A weak voice came from inside the house, causing the man in black to slowly exhale. He pushed open the door and went in. The scene before him shocked him. Ever since the martial arts tournament, his master had been drinking every day and calling out the name of the former queen.
"Sigh," the man in black sighed softly, then said solemnly, "Your Highness, His Majesty, His Majesty is seriously ill and cannot be cured. The imperial physicians have all indicated that they are powerless to help. Your Majesty, please summon him to the palace." Zi Ye Yu Xun snorted coldly, continuing to drink her wine, ignoring him. How long had it been since she last saw him?
The man in black sighed, shook his head, and bowed as he withdrew. Since that day, his master had never left the former princess's room, perhaps out of hatred—hatred for failing to protect the one he loved.
The clatter of horses echoed along the road as a luxurious carriage slowly approached. A seductive voice cried out from inside, "Stop!" The woman in purple pulled on the reins, and the horse neighed, halting on the spot. Wan'er lifted the curtain and alighted with Xiaoxue. Following them, a handsome man in white and a man in blue, whose gender was ambiguous, stepped out of the carriage.
Wan'er gazed calmly into the distance and said, "You should all go back first." Binghai Yixuan stared intently at Wan'er. "You..." Before Binghai Yixuan could finish speaking, Wan'er smiled faintly and said, "I can take care of myself." Seeing this, Binghai Yixuan didn't say anything more, turned around and got into the carriage. Wanluo (don't forget who Wanluo is, he's the treasure of the Dance Competition, um, is saying that disrespectful to Wanluo?) glanced thoughtfully at Wan'er and obediently returned to the carriage. Ziyi looked at Wan'er and said, "Master, please be careful." Wan'er nodded lightly. Ziyi flicked her whip, and the quiet horse galloped off again.
Wan'er glanced at Xiaoxue indifferently. "Want to go back? Is that it?" Xiaoxue exclaimed excitedly. Before Wan'er could react, her massive body had already hoisted Wan'er onto its back, and they sped away. In the distance, Wan'er's silvery laughter and doting words echoed.
The old dragon gate creaked open slowly. There was no one inside, only a person lying on the dragon bed in the distance, and the sound of heavy breathing.
After a long while, the person on the bed coughed lightly and said, "You've come. Are you still angry with Father Emperor?" The person did not reply. The person on the bed sighed softly and said, "Father Emperor has been repenting ever since that day."
The newcomer finally spoke, "What good will it do? Wan'er's family is already destroyed. Why did you condone Minister Liu and General Qi's attack on the Ice Sea Kingdom? Why?" Zi Ye Yu Xun roared angrily and turned to leave.
After a long while, the person on the bed finally spoke, "Yu Xun, my son." His trembling, repentant voice echoed throughout the entire hall.
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Chapter Thirty-One: I Am Your Queen
Chapter Thirty-One I Am Your Queen In a beautiful sea of flowers, hundreds of flowers bloomed, and alluring butterflies fluttered everywhere. A huge, snow-white object huffed and puffed as it chased after the butterflies, having a great time.
The air was filled with the delicate fragrance of flowers. Amidst the elegant blossoms lay a figure, her high, straight nose and alluring cherry lips slightly parted. Her once captivating phoenix eyes were half-open, half-closed, her long, thick eyelashes fluttering. A lifelike blue butterfly peeked from the corner of her eye. The stunning beauty greedily inhaled the delicate fragrance of the flowers, utterly blissful.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her fingers, causing Wan'er, lying amidst the sea of flowers, to furrow her beautiful brows. She slowly rose and looked at her slender hand, only to be met with another sharp pain, each time more intense than the last. Wan'er's already furrowed brows tightened further, and beads of sweat dripped from her forehead.
A blinding white light in the distance made Wan'er close her eyes uncomfortably, then she slowly opened them again and walked towards the light. Seeing this, Xiaoxue stopped playing and followed closely behind.
"Isn't this the Immortal Water Pool of the Hundred Flowers Sacred Land?" Wan'er said, puzzled. She remembered Lan'er saying that she had absorbed all the Immortal Water, but what about the white light on the surface of the pool now? Xiao Xue, standing beside her, also tilted her head and looked at the pool, her mind filled with questions.
A sharp pain in her fingers pulled Wan'er back to reality. She took a deep breath and leaped into the Immortal Water Pool. A miracle occurred; Wan'er's alluring, lithe body passed right through the white light. Xiao Xue followed closely behind, afraid Wan'er would leave her behind.
The mountains and rivers are blessed with natural beauty; the rustling of pine trees, the melodious chirping of birds, and the babbling brooks all speak of the beauty of this place.
Not far away, an ordinary wooden house was surrounded by vibrant and delicate flowers. In the garden, a man dressed in white, his ethereal and dreamlike aura concealing a rare untamed spirit, possessed a face more beautiful than any fairy's, indescribable in words, a natural charm emanating from his brows; a thousand emotions of a lifetime were gathered in the corners of his eyes. The man looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with deep longing, "Wan'er, are you well?"
The wooden door slowly opened, and an old man walked out. The old man stroked his white beard thoughtfully, then sighed and shook his head regretfully, saying, "Jin Fan, even you can't cure him. It seems his fate is sealed."
Jin Fan did not make a move, still gazing affectionately into the distance. "No, Master, there is still someone who can save him." The old man looked at Jin Fan in surprise. "Who could be more skilled in medicine than you and me?" Jin Fan smiled gently, as if Wan'er were right in front of him. "My wife."
What kind of place is this? This feeling of being out of control is really unsettling. Wan'er cautiously looked around at the pitch blackness; the darkness made her feel uneasy. Luckily, Xiaoxue was beside her, otherwise she was sure she would have fainted from fright.
The pain in her hand intensified, indicating it was related to the mark of the King of Flowers on her hand. Why didn't Lan'er tell her, causing her such suffering? Wan'er patted the area in front of her with her delicate hand and groped her way forward.
They walked for a long time, so long that Wan'er wanted to give up, but the blinding light ahead grew stronger and stronger, illuminating the area. As a result, the pain in Wan'er's delicate hands lessened.
As Wan'er approached the light, everything that came into view shocked her. Could someone tell her where she was? What was this golden-ratio-perfect empty city all about?
Wan'er couldn't resist taking a step towards the majestic city gate. "You've finally arrived, Emperor of the Kingdom of Hundred Flowers," a seductive and dreamlike voice reached Wan'er's ears. Wan'er looked around warily. "Who's there? Come out."
As Wan'er finished speaking, a breathtakingly handsome man appeared atop the majestic city gate. His silver hair fluttered in the wind, and he possessed the same captivating phoenix eyes as Wan'er, though those eyes held a hollow emptiness. He had a straight nose and thin, tightly closed lips. Clad in brocade robes, his hands clasped behind his back, he seemed almost unreal. The man lowered his head and slowly looked at Wan'er, appearing before her in the blink of an eye. "Wan'er of the Ice Sea," he said, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "I am your Empress."
(Dear readers, a mysterious man has appeared in the story. All the male leads are here! Hehe...)
Chapter Thirty-Two: A Century of Waiting
Chapter Thirty-Two: A Hundred Years of Waiting The man lowered his head and slowly looked at Wan'er, appearing before her in the blink of an eye. "Wan'er of the Ice Sea." A smile played on his lips, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "I am your Empress." Wan'er was slightly taken aback, then a smile curved her lips. "Oh? Is that so?" Without another glance at the man, she brushed past him and walked into the city.
It really wasn't up to her control. Although I was indeed going to usher in a matriarchal era, but... who can tell her when she got such a beautiful, unrealistic empress? However, since a handsome man has come knocking on my door, I, Binghai Wan'er, have no reason not to accept him. Thinking this, Wan'er stopped, a glint of light flashing in her eyes, and said, "That depends on whether you're qualified." Then she and Xiaoxue strode away.
The man stared intently at Wan'er's retreating figure, his lips, which had been curved in a smile, gradually widening. "Interesting. There's no fish in this world that I can't catch if I promise." He then licked his lower lip with a bloodthirsty glint, looking incredibly alluring.
Wan'er stood in the city, completely stunned, her lips twitching occasionally. This was practically a country, but an empty one. Could this be the Hundred Flowers Kingdom from a hundred years ago?
"Just as you expected." Yunnuo had somehow appeared behind Wan'er, staring at her with amusement. "I've been waiting here for a hundred years." Wan'er looked at Yunnuo with slight surprise. A hundred years? What a long time! This meant this man was already an old man. Yet this old man was still her empress.
Upon seeing this, Yun Nuo flew into a rage. "What kind of look is that? Haven't you lived in another world for over twenty years?" Wan'er was taken aback and looked at Yun Nuo calmly. "Who exactly are you?" Yun Nuo smiled mischievously. "I am your future man." Wan'er just wanted to faint. Couldn't this man be serious for once? He clearly had such a devastatingly handsome face.
Wan'er simply ignored him and walked straight inside. Yunnuo smiled and followed. 'Do you know that our destiny was sealed long ago? The hundred-year wait was worthwhile.'
"Hmph, you bunch of cowards, you can't even follow a person properly, what use are you to me?" A deep male voice roared, the darkness enveloping the speaker, obscuring his face.
Three trembling men knelt beside him, their heads bowed, their voices shaking as they said, "We did follow that carriage the whole time, but it vanished in the blink of an eye. We... we..."
"I'll give you three more days. Get out." The three men trembled and scrambled to their feet, running away in a panic.
A gurgling sound came from inside the room. In the darkness, the only thing visible was a rough hand constantly turning two dragon balls in its hand. "Your Highness, I truly underestimated you." The voice was no longer as deep as before; it was now shrill and unpleasant.
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Chapter Thirty-Three: My Mark
Chapter Thirty-Three: My Mark Only Wan'er walked calmly, but her eyes couldn't hide her amazement. Yunnuo, on the other hand, walked leisurely, occasionally glancing thoughtfully at Wan'er. Xiaoxue followed obediently behind Wan'er, her little head looking around, quite adorable.
Suddenly, Wan'er stopped in her tracks. "A palace made of crystal." The palace before her was indeed made of crystal. Wan'er turned around abruptly, about to ask something, when a magnified, devilishly handsome face appeared, making her heart skip a beat.
The soft touch on her pink lips caused a blush to rise on Wan'er's stunning face. Yunnuo was slightly taken aback, then his eyes became more playful. He pressed Wan'er's head, which was about to pull away, with his large hand, and deepened the kiss.
Wan'er paused slightly, her cunning side beginning to awaken. She clenched her pearly white teeth tightly. "Ugh," Yunnuo pushed Wan'er away in pain, a thin strand of red blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "You woman, don't you know how to cherish a woman?"
Wan'er gently stroked Yun Nuo's bitten lips, her cherry lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids. "My Empress, this is the mark that belongs only to me, Binghai Wan'er." A beautiful curve appeared at the corner of her lips. "Let's go." She turned and walked towards the Crystal Palace.
A peony mark appeared on Yunnuo's thin lips, which had just been touched by Wan'er. Yunnuo stared blankly at her own lips, looking at Wan'er with deep affection in her eyes.
Entering the palace, everything was identical to the imperial palace on the mainland, except that everything here was made of crystal. "Since the Hundred Flowers Kingdom was so wealthy, why was it destroyed a hundred years ago?" Wan'er looked at Yunnuo in confusion. Yunnuo sighed slightly, "The Hundred Flowers Kingdom was indeed rich, but it lacked military strength." Wan'er nodded knowingly, a glint of light flashing in her eyes, "Since this is the palace of the Hundred Flowers Kingdom, then…?"