Chapter 284 The King's Majesty! Ah Heng Uses Underhanded Tactics! (Bonus Chapter for 40,000 Recommendations)
Updated: 2013-08-25 17:19:03 Word Count: 3448
"Why is this person here again?" Luo Zhiheng asked impatiently.
The king coldly snorted, "You've come here to die."
Luo Zhiheng chuckled, her eyes darting around. If the Prince could simply kill Bai Mingyue, wouldn't that eliminate a stumbling block and an annoying person for her? It would also save her the trouble of guarding against and dealing with this guy who harbored ill intentions towards her! She did have reservations about dealing with Bai Mingyue, after all, Bai Mingyue's status had risen considerably. She didn't want to cause trouble for Mu Yunhe, but the Prince didn't care about such things. The Southern Dynasty Emperor wouldn't dare to easily cause trouble for the Prince, and the Prince wasn't afraid of causing trouble either.
"Your Highness, you wouldn't believe it, but this guy came looking for you last night, insisting that you come out to see him and even wanted you to go to the palace with him to meet the Emperor. The way he was so arrogant was something I'd never heard of or seen in my entire life. This guy went from a commoner to an adopted son, then from a foster son to an illegitimate son, and now he's a prince—his rise has been meteoric. No wonder he's so cocky; his father's powerful, after all. Who wouldn't want to show off after rising to such heights?" Luo Zhiheng's expression was calm and collected, but her words carried a hidden meaning.
She continued indignantly, "But his biggest mistake was being so arrogant! Who does he think he is? How dare he ask you to leave? I had a huge argument with him last night, and I was so angry I couldn't sleep a wink. I've never seen such an infuriating person. How can you tolerate someone like that? You, so noble and beautiful, should be the most powerful person in the world. How dare this little ant order you around? I, as a junior, feel chilled and furious."
The king's gloomy face darkened further, and he looked at Bai Mingyue with a cold gaze.
The wet nurse's lips twitched. "Young master, are you sure you're not trying to use this as a pretext for personal gain? You didn't sleep a wink last night because you were afraid the young prince would take advantage of you and leave you naked? I kept watch over you all night, and I heard everything clearly..."
Bai Mingyue was dumbfounded. Why would Luo Zhiheng say such a thing? Wasn't this trying to harm him? Bai Mingyue immediately retorted angrily, "Luo Zhiheng, don't talk nonsense! I see you as a gentle and quiet woman, how could you so easily distort the truth?"
Luo Zhiheng pouted, rolled her eyes, and lightly raised her hand: "I'm talking nonsense? Then let me ask you, did you come to the Prince's Palace last night? Answer the truth!"
"I'm here!" Bai Mingyue said confidently, because he hadn't said anything disrespectful to the King.
"So you mean you want Prince Shi to go to the palace with you to see your emperor immediately?" Luo Zhiheng asked again, her question quick and sharp.
Bai Mingyue didn't react immediately and replied, "That's true, but I didn't..."
Luo Zhiheng interrupted him sharply, saying, "That's enough! Didn't you say last night that you would dare to kill and set fires in your Southern Dynasty? Does that mean you don't respect your Southern Dynasty's emperor?"
"That's how it is!" Bai Mingyue was heartbroken. How could the woman he loved treat him like this? He was determined to make Luo Zhiheng pay. Once he got his hands on Luo Zhiheng, he would ruthlessly torment her!
Luo Zhiheng suddenly burst into laughter, coldly saying, "You've already admitted it, so you have nothing to explain. Prince Shi, you see, I wasn't lying. He was incredibly rude last night; I was embarrassed. If this is how the Southern Dynasty emperor treats his guests, then what are we still doing here? Let's leave quickly. There's no freedom in their country. We're guests, but they treat us like prisoners, ordering us around and doing whatever they want with us."
The King's face was contorted with rage, and he roared, "How dare you Southern Dynasty! You dare to provoke me? Have you been living in peace for too many years? Is that why you're so insolent, daring to cause trouble here! If your Southern Dynasty doesn't want peace and prosperity, fine, I can plunge it into deep waters and widespread suffering in an instant!"
Bai Mingyue was dumbfounded, not understanding how Luo Zhiheng had led him into such a mess. It was clearly his polite act.
An old eunuch who had come with Bai Mingyue hurriedly and respectfully trembled as he said, "Your Highness, please calm down! His Majesty the Emperor of our country absolutely did not mean that. His Majesty the Emperor only loves his people and wants to give the people of the Southern Dynasty a peaceful life. This servant will take His Highness away now and go back to tell His Majesty that His Majesty will definitely send someone to apologize to Your Highness again."
"No need! I never want to see this fool again! Go back and tell your emperor that if the Southern Dynasty still wants to align itself with the Silver Moon Kingdom, then this person is absolutely not allowed to be the future emperor of the Southern Dynasty! Not even the crown prince, not even a prince! Bai Mingyue can only bear the surname Bai for his entire life. If your emperor dares to let Bai Mingyue bear the surname Nan, then it will be even more difficult for the Southern Dynasty to get the slightest bit of help from the Silver Moon Kingdom!" The King said coldly and resolutely.
Everyone in the room stared in disbelief, utterly astonished!
Has the World King become so powerful that he can influence the royal family members and succession of a dynasty? Just how powerful is the Silver Moon Kingdom?
"Yes, yes, I will go back and report now." The old eunuch trembled as he led the stunned Bai Mingyue away in a sorry state.
Luo Zhiheng was overjoyed. The Prince's move was indeed a breeze! If Bai Mingyue truly couldn't inherit the throne, what was there to worry about? Bai Mingyue's ambitions would be thwarted.
The King looked at Luo Zhiheng with a cold gaze: "You've achieved your goal? Are you happy now? You dared to use me!"
Luo Zhiheng knew she couldn't hide it from Prince Shi, so she didn't deny it. She said with a coquettish smile, "How could I dare to use Prince Shi? I just know that Prince Shi never likes to owe people favors. I'm just asking for the favor in advance."
"Oh? When did I ever owe you a favor?" the King said coldly.
"Now is the time. I know the King must be worried about the Poison Saint, right? Don't worry, I have a good way to help the King and find out whether the Poison Saint cares about the King or not," Luo Zhiheng said mysteriously.
The Prince's brow twitched, and he coldly stared at Luo Zhiheng for a moment before suddenly chuckling and saying, "If what you say is true, then I truly owe you a favor. Tell me your plan. If it's good and feasible, what harm is there in crippling Bai Mingyue for you?"
Luo Zhiheng beamed with joy. She felt no aversion to the King, who was a woman, and immediately flattered him, saying, "You are truly brilliant! Our cooperation will be the most pleasant cooperation in the world. My method is actually very simple: you must constantly shower other men with affection, severely provoking the Poison Saint. If the Poison Saint cares about you, he will naturally get angry and throw a tantrum. If he doesn't care about you, he will naturally have no reaction. This method is very accurate and will definitely be able to test the Poison Saint's feelings for you."
"Is it feasible? I've had many male concubines before, and it all turned out the same way," the Queen frowned, not really optimistic about it. Besides, the Poison Saint had always harbored hatred towards her, and she didn't dare to hope that he would fall in love with her; even a little bit of affection from him would be enough to make her ecstatic.
Luo Zhiheng said confidently and enthusiastically, "Of course it's feasible! Don't be discouraged. During this time, you absolutely cannot show him even the slightest bit of concern or attention. No matter what he does, don't care. Whether he starves to death or is beaten to death, whatever happens, don't care. And you should keep provoking him by being intimate with other men in front of him. Don't worry, I guarantee you, this will definitely expose the Poison Saint. If he loves you, he'll go crazy and throw a tantrum at you. If he doesn't love you, he'll be cold and distant..."
"Then I will kill him!" The Prince interrupted Luo Zhiheng, his face turning sinister. If he had truly tested her and found that Lou Yun didn't care about her at all, then all her years of emotional investment and waiting would not be a joke. If he didn't love her, he couldn't love anyone else! If she couldn't have him, then he would destroy him!
Luo Zhiheng was dumbfounded. Was this a bit too ruthless? Fortunately, she had already figured out that the old Poison Saint loved the World King, otherwise, how could her repeated threats against him have worked? It's a pity that the Poison Saint and the World King, those two idiots, still didn't understand. But this was perfect; it gave her an opportunity to take advantage of the situation and thoroughly humiliate the Poison Saint.
Make her unhappy, Poison Saint, just wait until she's even more unhappy! Hehehe...
"But who can I use to provoke him?" the Prince asked, frowning. Her male favorites were all afraid of Lou Yun, and Lou Yun wouldn't allow himself to be too intimate with her in their presence—a policy she tacitly approved. She had always been hesitant to be too presumptuous in front of Lou Yun, fearing he would resent her. But now, thinking about it, she feared her actions would only be ridiculed by that stubborn bastard.
Luo Zhiheng smiled slyly and said, "I've prepared everything for you, come out now!"
At her call, six or seven alluring men immediately entered! Each of these men was handsome; while not all were absolute beauties, they were all rare finds. Most importantly, they showed no shyness in front of the King, but rather a seductive and alluring demeanor. Their bold and fiery gazes and expressions made it clear at a glance that this group was composed of well-trained male prostitutes! 17.
“I know that none of your men can fight against the Poison Saint, so I specially found these people who are not afraid of the Poison Saint for you. They will only make you happy. You have to do your best. They will cooperate very well with the wet nurse. In order to find out the Poison Saint’s true feelings, you will have to put up with this.” Luo Zhiheng said earnestly.
"These people...are all male prostitutes?" The Prince's eyes were sharp enough to see right through her. Seeing Luo Zhiheng's wicked smile, the Prince suddenly found it amusing: "An eye for an eye? Only you could retaliate against him with such methods. He tricked the young prince into going to a brothel to see prostitutes, so you find me male prostitutes. He made you unhappy, but your method might not make him unhappy either."
"That's not necessarily true." Luo Zhiheng blinked. Your Majesty, you really underestimate your charm. I guarantee that Poison Saint will be so angry he'll vomit blood when he sees this group of handsome young men!
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285 Jealousy! Transformation!
Updated: 2013-08-26 14:46:04 Word Count: 7631
Confucius once said: Women and petty men are difficult to deal with!
Luo Zhiheng is a woman, and a female bandit with a very strong spirit. There are only two outcomes if you provoke her: death or suffering.
Poison Saint is in a terrible state because he provoked Luo Zhiheng, so he will know what heartache and jealousy are like. This grand drama was written, directed, and acted by Luo Zhiheng herself, specially prepared to infuriate Poison Saint. From the minor actors to the main characters, she meticulously arranged everything, striving to make Poison Saint furious from the very first glance.
So when the Poison Saint slowly and unsteadily arrived at the front hall, and saw the World King smiling broadly and beaming with joy, sitting in the hall eating with two young and handsome male prostitutes in his arms, the Poison Saint was stunned, and then his wrinkled old face twisted terribly!
As if he hadn't seen the arrival of the Poison Saint, the King pulled the male prostitute on his left into his arms and kissed him hard, saying with a smile, "This little thing smells so good, much better than that old codger with thick skin. It makes me feel so comfortable holding him."
"You flatter me, sir. It is truly my great honor to be trained by someone as important as you." The young man was incredibly cooperative, snuggling deeper into the king's arms with a sweet expression and a coquettish voice, more feminine than a woman. This, combined with the king's more masculine personality, was a perfect match.
The two of them embracing each other doesn't feel abrupt at all. It's so eye-catching and...exciting.
Poison Saint's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He glared fiercely at the people inside, utterly bewildered. How could the woman who had been beneath him yesterday, practically rubbing salt in his wounds, turn on him the very next step? Where did he find these vixens so early in the morning? Where was his former lover? Had she already moved on so quickly? Was she really that fickle? And now, with women on both sides, she dared to claim she loved him? What a load of rubbish!
"Why did you only kiss him, Your Majesty? I want one too!" Another boy feigned displeasure, but actually pleaded, bringing his face close for the King to kiss. The King readily obliged, giving him a loud kiss. The boy then giggled and said, "Your Majesty is so gentle. I really want to follow you for the rest of my life."
"Everyone's dead." Poison Saint's eyelids twitched violently, his eyes flashing with a fierce light as he glared at the two men and their groping hands that were relentlessly caressing the World King. He wished he could chop them off.
The king's eyes flashed, and he smiled noncommittally, "Since you are all willing to stay by my side, then stay. Anyway, the palace needs to add new people, otherwise it will be meaningless."
She actually let him stay so easily?! The Poison Saint was furious, his chest heaving violently, and his already pale face turned faintly blue.
"Really? We will serve you well, Your Majesty." The two men were overjoyed and tried their best to please the King, feeding him rice and soup, almost chewing the food and feeding it to him personally.
The Poison Saint was furious at the sight of the three people being all lovey-dovey. His body trembled, and he strode heavily inside, sitting opposite the King. He coldly mocked, "You really are quite the ladies' man, and your body is certainly quite thirsty. Is it that no number of men can satisfy your desires?"
The Poison Saint's words were sharp and sarcastic, as if he had swallowed gunpowder. However, the World King, with her innate superiority, only found her words extremely grating, without any hint of sarcasm; they only made her angry.
The Queen instinctively wanted to slap the Poison Saint. Her anger hadn't subsided yet. Even if she loved the Poison Saint, she still felt the pain of betrayal. The Poison Saint's cold words only buried her love, leaving only anger and ferocity.
"Don't disturb my pleasure with my beloved concubine. Or do you want to join in? But as the elder brother, you should be modest. These two younger ones will serve me alongside you from now on. Don't try to steal their thunder. I will be fair from now on and won't favor anyone exclusively. You brothers will take turns serving me, one day each. If you don't get a turn, you'll continue next month. You already served me yesterday, so there's nothing for you to do from now on," the Prince said coldly.
Poison Saint's pupils constricted, and a throbbing, numbing pain shot through his chest. A suffocating sense of despair overwhelmed his reason in an instant. He abruptly stood up, smashing the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, and roared, "Fuck you, Qin Yinshi! I'm a man, I don't serve in bed! I don't care about you, whoever wants to serve you can serve you! I'm the only son in my family, I don't have these lowly, filthy brothers. Stop trying to be virtuous, I don't buy it!"
He was clearly furious at the King's words, and he was clearly scared and uneasy, but there were some things he just couldn't say. It was as if he was at odds with the King, stubbornly refusing to say the things that would make people feel better.
With a crisp snap, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.
Poison Saint stared at the World King in disbelief, clutching his face in excruciating pain. His mind was reeling, completely blank. After a long while, he finally snapped back to reality, followed by a storm of shock, anger, and resentment.
Qin Yinshi actually hit him!!
Qin Yinshi had hit him before, but never for speaking up or arguing with her. For a grown man to be hit by a woman was incredibly shameful, but in the King's eyes, women represented royalty, and men were appendages. A woman hitting a man depended on her mood, and the man had to endure it whether he liked it or not. But the King loved him and couldn't bear to hit him. Yet, in the last two days, Qin Yinshi had hit him far more often than in the past thirty years!
"Watch your words! You are still my wife, and you must abide by my rules. It is your duty to serve me, otherwise what use would I have for you as my wife? Even if you don't like this life, you can't hide the fact that these women are my concubines. Remember, as long as you are still my wife, you are not allowed to speak against me. Your days of exclusive favor are gone forever. You yourself have shattered all my love and patience for you, piece by piece! Lou Yun, from today onwards, you are nothing more than my bed warmer!" The king spoke these heartless words without hesitation, his brows no longer showing any pity or affection for the Poison Saint.
Love is the most unrealistic thing, you can't see it or hold onto it. When it really comes, if you don't hold on tight, it's very likely to fly away easily. When you try to catch it again, it may really be just a passing cloud, leaving only a faint trace.
At that time, it will be too late for regrets!
And now, the Poison Saint truly understands the meaning of deep regret! Such profound sorrow, such fear, such despair and collapse!
All the love and indulgence were gone; tender gazes turned into cold disgust; affectionate words became sharp knives; and deep love and unwavering waiting became his sins.
The Queen has always been a ruthless woman. When she loves you, she can give and cherish you without reservation, but when she no longer loves you, she can just as easily take back all her feelings! She can turn people from heaven to hell in the blink of an eye, it's all up to her.
The Poison Saint didn't say anything. He lowered his hand, suddenly feeling a stinging sensation in his eyes. His lips involuntarily turned down, but he told himself to smile. See, this was what he wanted. Hadn't he been running from this woman's burning gaze? Hadn't he been trying to shake off her relentless pursuit? Hadn't he been trying to sever this abnormal relationship and marriage?
Now that the King has taken the initiative to say so, that he no longer loves her and will no longer tolerate and forgive her, he should be overjoyed! What a wonderful thing! The Poison Saint smiled strangely and resolutely: "Then if I don't become your wife, does that mean I don't have to abide by your so-called rules?"
The Queen's icy face instantly darkened! She gritted her teeth and sneered, "What do you mean?"
"Since I'm no longer special to you from today onwards, that proves you no longer love me, right? That's right, I never believed you loved me. How could someone deeply love another person while still having multiple partners? Your love has become cheap. Since you don't love me anymore, please let me go. I don't ask for any more love to come, I just want to be free," the Poison Saint said coldly.
The Queen suddenly grabbed his neck, her sinister look and ferocious expression suggesting she wanted nothing more than to tear the Poison Saint to pieces! She asked menacingly, "You want to leave me?"
"Yes, leaving you is my greatest wish in this life, you've always known that." The Poison Saint didn't resist. Although he was suffocating and somewhat distressed, he still smiled. Qin Yinshi was indeed ruthless; he actually saw murderous intent in her eyes. If she couldn't have him, she would destroy him? Ha! That's Qin Yinshi's style!
"Why? Haven't I been good enough to you?" A cruel, bloodthirsty laugh suddenly appeared in the King's voice.
"Wouldn't my departure conveniently make room for your new pets? So that you and your new pets won't have to feel nauseous just seeing me?" the Poison Saint sneered.
"What are you making a fuss about? What are you doing so early in the morning? Yun'er, it's been a long time since you've acted like this with me. Do you know that this makes me think you're angry, jealous of others, or afraid that I'll favor someone else? Tell me, is that true?" The Prince's gaze suddenly softened, and the hand gripping his neck gradually loosened.
Having received guidance from Luo Zhiheng, she naturally understood what Luo Zhiheng meant. The more the Poison Saint caused trouble and became angrier, the more it meant he cared about her!
Lou Yun had argued with her like this before, but back then she was just too careful to get close to him or disturb him. She thought Lou Yun hated her, which was why he found everything about her disagreeable. She never even considered that Lou Yun might fall in love with her or be so easily swayed.
She was much older than him; he was old enough to be Lou Yun's mother, yet she loved him. She knew that in his world, this kind of relationship was abnormal. Lou Yun was a typical man raised in a patriarchal society, destined to marry, have children, and support his family. But she completely overturned and destroyed Lou Yun's life, turning the stubborn Lou Yun into her captive. He hated her, and she could understand that.
But now she felt that Luo Zhiheng's words made a lot of sense. If someone doesn't care about you, then what you do has nothing to do with them. Only when you care will you see what that person does, will you have opinions, and will you be jealous. So, according to Luo Zhiheng's logic, Lou Yun should have fallen in love with her thirty years ago. But could that be? For the first time, the Prince felt so insecure and lost.
Poison Saint's pupils shrank in circles, and he almost bit off his own tongue. The World King's words filled him with fear and unease for a moment, as if he had instantly revealed his true nature. It seemed that his mood and emotions were completely under her control, but he disliked this feeling extremely.
"Don't flatter yourself. Seeing a woman like you embracing different men disgusts me. Me, fall in love with you? A female demon who forced me, kidnapped me, forced me to marry her, and killed my fiancée's family of over thirty people—how could I like her? Ha, ha, that's ridiculous! How could I fall in love with a serial killer?" The Poison Saint laughed self-deceivingly.
The Queen's gentle face darkened once more. She raised her hand and slapped the Poison Saint across the face again, the blow swift and brutal, nearly knocking the man who had been tormented and exhausted all night to the ground. She said viciously, "You will be my slave for life! Even if I no longer love you, no longer pamper you, you still cannot escape my grasp! What I don't want, I won't let anyone else have. You want freedom? I won't give it to you! I will imprison you, imprison you for life! Hate me, because you caused all of this!"
“Brother, please calm down. Where can you find someone as good as the Lord? Don’t worry, we won’t compete with you for his favor. You’re still our elder brother. With you here, we naturally wouldn’t dare to fight you for the Lord.” A young male prostitute clung shyly to the King’s arm, looking down at the Poison Saint with a smile. He spoke humbly, but his actions and expression were so blatantly provocative.