Chapter 615 – Method
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Upon hearing Yuwen You’s words, Yuwen Bai couldn’t help but laugh, “Ninth Uncle, are you still reluctant to part with Mingzhu? I promise you, once Yuwen Chu dies, I’ll reward Mingzhu to you.”
Yuwen You said coldly, “I only have hatred and disgust towards her, absolutely no attachment. The reason I advised Your Majesty not to do so is because letting her die like that would be letting her off too easily.”
“Alright, I agree with you.” Yuwen Bai’s eyes sparkled, “I want to torture Mingzhu until she’s completely helpless, then hang Yuwen Chu nearby to watch her suffer, and torment him to death. Ninth Uncle, what do you think of this plan?”
Yuwen You said seriously, “Your Majesty, I believe Ying Wang will not only not be driven to death by this, but will instead become more malicious and find more vicious ways to harm others. So, Your Majesty, if you have the chance, remember to strike a fatal blow. It’s best to kill Yuwen Chu directly and not give him any chance.”
“Alright.” Yuwen Bai patted Yuwen You’s arm and said, “I originally wanted to invite Sixth Uncle to have a taste of it in the snake pit I just built, but since Ninth Uncle said to kill him directly, then I’ll just kill him.”
A palace attendant approached and whispered, “Your Majesty, according to your instructions, Miss Fu has been invited to the Qingling Pavilion. Are you going now?”
Yuwen Bai excitedly rubbed his hands together and asked Yuwen You, “Do you want to come along and see? Ninth Uncle?”
Yuwen You shook his head, “I won’t go. I have other things to do.”
“Alright, I’ll wait for your good news.” With that, Yuwen Bai flicked his robe and happily went towards the Qingling Pavilion.
The Qingling Pavilion was located between Zhaoyang Palace and Changxin Palace, surrounded by peach blossoms. Consort Zhou, formerly a palace maid, had lived here before being promoted to Wangfei and naturally couldn’t stay here anymore. After that, no one dared to come in to stay. Over time, it became deserted, only visited by Wangfeis during the spring when the peach blossoms bloomed.
At this moment, the peach blossoms had not yet bloomed, and the surroundings were cold and quiet. Even the mud in the crevices of the bricks seemed lonelier than elsewhere. Fu Zifei was curled up in a room on the second floor of the Qingling Pavilion, trembling in fear.
On her way back to Changxin Palace, she was suddenly taken here by someone. The two palace maids who accompanied her were also taken away from her, and now she didn’t know if they were alive or dead. She recognized the eunuch who grabbed her; he was one of Yuwen Bai’s men. Thinking of how Yuwen Bai had previously used venomous snakes to harm Mingzhu, she cried in fear. She didn’t want to die like this, she didn’t want to.
“Why are you crying? I just wanted to see you privately, I didn’t expect to scare you like this.” Yuwen Bai walked in with a smile, bent down, and reached out to Fu Zifei. “Come, it’s cold and damp here, very uncomfortable. Let me take you over there to warm up by the fire and have some tea.”
Fu Zifei didn’t dare to defy him, placing her cold, sweaty hand into Yuwen Bai’s. His hand was equally cold, but upon touching Fu Zifei’s hand, he quickly shook it off and pulled out a white handkerchief to wipe his hand, full of disgust. “Why is your hand so sweaty? It’s sticky and disgusting.”
Fu Zifei bit her lip, trembling as she lowered her eyes and said softly, “Your Majesty, please calm down. It’s all my fault.”
Yuwen Bai kept wiping his hand, speaking maliciously, “Yes, it’s all your fault. So, tell me, how are you going to correct this mistake in the future? You are supposed to serve me at night. You don’t want me to avoid your palace because your hands sweat, do you?”
Although she deeply loathed and hated this young emperor, she knew she might very well end up marrying him. So, she had to prepare for the worst and survive. Fu Zifei seriously considered this possibility and said, “I once heard the aunties telling stories. They said that in the early years of this palace, there was a concubine with the same problem, but she later found a remedy and cured it. I will definitely find that remedy and cure this problem.”
Her earnestness greatly pleased Yuwen Bai, who became delighted: “Is there really such a remedy? Then I’ll have the imperial physicians look into it later and send it to you if they find it.”
“Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty.” Fu Zifei prostrated herself before Yuwen Bai, showing obvious flattery and fear.
Palace attendants had already prepared silk cushions, fur blankets, and braziers nearby. Yuwen Bai sat down comfortably and gestured to Fu Zifei, “You sit too.”
Fu Zifei sat down with a tilted posture, obediently keeping her eyes down without moving, looking very gentle and cute.
After scrutinizing her for a while, Yuwen Bai gestured for the attending servants to leave and then spoke softly, “Zifei, you are very beautiful, even more so than An Le and Baoyun, and even more graceful than your aunt.”
In the end, Fu Zifei was just a young girl. Who wouldn’t be happy to be praised for their beauty? She relaxed a bit and smiled, saying, “Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty.”
Yuwen Bai smiled and suddenly stood up, grabbing her collar and tearing it. Fu Zifei was scared out of her wits, sweating profusely. She fell from her seat, kneeling on the ground, tightly clutching her collar, and pleading with Yuwen Bai, “Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you can’t do this.”
Yuwen Bai’s hand didn’t stop, sneering, “What can’t I do? Don’t forget, you are already my consort. Even if you weren’t, with my wealth and power, I can have whoever I want! It’s just a matter of time. You should feel honored; An Le and Baoyun aren’t as lucky as you.”
“Your Majesty, spare me,” Fu Zifei looked at his small figure, almost crying. She might be one of his future consorts, but she hadn’t been formally enthroned yet? If she lost her chastity now, would she still be able to face people? This was forcing her to death alive. It was all because of the Great Empress Dowager, all because of Fu Mingzhu, all because of the Fu family, making this little emperor hate the Fu family like this. They enjoyed their comforts while she suffered. Why should she suffer for them?
Yuwen Bai saw the fear and hatred on Fu Zifei’s face, bent down to look into her eyes, and smiled softly, “Do you hate it? Hate the injustice of fate? Hate others’ enjoyment while you suffer?”
“I dare not,” Fu Zifei’s tears flowed uncontrollably. This wicked person understood everything but remained so evil.
Yuwen Bai whispered, “You cry so pitifully, it breaks my heart. Alright, stop crying. If you do something for me, I’ll spare you and won’t trouble you again.”
Fu Zifei blinked, hopeful, “What?”
Yuwen Bai leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words.
Fu Zifei’s eyes widened suddenly, and she exclaimed, “Your Majesty…”
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