I've Decided To Be This Tyrant's Dark Moonlight - Chapter 23.1

“Two hundred points in hand, Wei Ying has the authority to open the points store and redeem some cards.

Her points are just enough to redeem one purple card, or four green cards. There are many types of purple cards, most of which are cards that increase favorability, like “Love at First Sight.” However, Wei Ying’s attention is focused on a small number of purple cards, which are the modification cards she just used.

Modifying a task with just one word, and not being able to avoid the task, seems unremarkable. But used at a critical moment, it can have a huge effect, just like before, turning decay into magic!

Gongdou-ji (her palace-fighting AI) interjects: “You’re cheating!”

Wei Ying smiles: “This is a reasonable use of the rules.”

After completing this task, in addition to ten points of physical constitution and fusion, she also gets a chance to draw a card. She suppresses her restless hand, which is prone to bad luck, and continues to look for her dear “European luck absorber.”

Late at night, with a biting west wind, Wei Ying pushes open the palace gate. “Ghost…Miss Yun?”

Yun Shao, who is reviewing memorials, looks up. “…”

In the past, Yun Shao only came here when she missed an old friend, but recently, she has been coming too frequently. To not delay state affairs, she has started bringing memorials with her.

She doesn’t know why she insists on waiting here, but her body is always more honest than her rationality.

Wei Ying walks over in the dark, opens her arms, and gives her a warm hug, taking a long breath. “Ah~”

Yun Shao: “Why did you come out again?”

Wei Ying smiles with her eyes. “Because I missed you.”

Yun Shao’s body stiffens and she doesn’t move, letting her absorb. But Wei Ying becomes more and more excessive; not only does she absorb her, but she also clings to her, one hand stroking her hair as if she is single-handedly petting a cat with bared claws.

“What are you doing?”

Wei Ying laughs: “Be good, I’m just petting you.”

Yun Shao’s temples throb twice. With a cold face, she feels it was a mistake to wait here in the middle of the night. But she still doesn’t push Wei Ying away.

Wei Ying takes a long breath, then another. She smells a faint scent of osmanthus on Miss Yun.

It’s the scent of the osmanthus from the imperial garden. Was she at the palace banquet, too?

Wei Ying doesn’t continue thinking about it. After absorbing a few breaths of good luck, she immediately asks Gongdou-ji to open the blind box, even providing her own voiceover: “Wow—purple energy from the east! Wow—golden legend!”

But the result is neither purple energy from the east nor a golden legend.

A green light leaks out of the box. This time she draws two green cards.

Wei Ying is disappointed for a moment, but then she remembers that she used to only draw one gray card and immediately becomes happy again, muttering to herself: “Green, green is also quite good!”

Yun Shao stares at this silly, happy face, her gaze sharp, suspecting she is hinting at something.

“Green is not good.”

Wei Ying refutes: “What’s not good about green? Green is very good.”

Yun Shao clenches her fists under her sleeves, and with a cold snort, thinks to herself: “Is this your reason for cuckolding me?”

Wei Ying happily accepts the two green cards she drew. Before she can even see what they are, she is pulled back into the room by Yun Shao. The lights are on in the room. With her current 0.001 vision, she can only see that there seem to be several black things in the room.

Judging from the shape, they are probably tables?

Yun Shao closes the door, blocking the cold night wind. When she turns her head, she sees the girl’s pale face, and a touch of pity rises in her heart: “So frail and weak, yet she doesn’t know how to take care of herself. How did she survive?”

But when she sees Wei Ying skillfully fumbling to the bedside and wrapping herself into a dumpling with the quilt, she thinks: “With her ability to cling to a bamboo pole and climb, it’s no wonder she’s doing so well in the deep palace.”

Wei Ying can’t see clearly, so she tries hard to blink at the black shadow not far away: “Miss Yun? Miss Yun?”

She’s trying so hard to be cute, why won’t she respond? So cold-hearted!

Miss Yun’s voice comes from the other side: “I’m here.”

Wei Ying turns her head, and her eyes hit another black shadow.

Yun Shao now believes she is truly blind at night. Her gaze falls on the place Wei Ying was looking at, and she reminds her: “That’s a screen.”

Wei Ying: “Ahaha.”

How embarrassing!

Yun Shao looks at the size of the screen, then at herself, and asks faintly: “In your eyes, am I…that fat?”

Wei Ying tilts her head and gives her a wink, trying to get through by being cute.

Yun Shao is silent.

After a moment of quiet, she says softly: “You’re winking at the table.”

Wei Ying laughs awkwardly twice, rubs her fingers, and a blush appears on her small face. She starts to feel embarrassed. The world of being half-blind is so sad. She tentatively extends her hand and hooks Yun Shao’s sleeve.

Yun Shao’s body stiffens, and her breathing is a few beats out of rhythm.

The girl’s small hand is fair and delicate, boneless and soft. It gently hooks her sleeve, making her heart feel numb.

Wei Ying’s eyes curve up, and she smiles slyly, saying softly: “Sister Yun~ I can’t see.”

Yun Shao presses her hand to her chest.

It’s happening again—thump-thump, thump-thump, her heart won’t stop beating.

Seeing that she doesn’t speak, Wei Ying uses a little force to pull Yun Shao to sit beside her and shares some of the quilt with her. The two of them share a quilt and start whispering.

Wei Ying’s thoughts are actually very simple; she just wants to spend more time with her “European luck absorber” and get a few more breaths of good luck. Miss Yun is frozen like a log and doesn’t blame her or speak, so she starts rambling.

“Did you go to the banquet tonight? Oh, right, you’re a ghost, so you probably couldn’t go, which is a shame.” Wei Ying sighs theatrically, then says: “Concubine Shu’s long-sleeve ‘folding waist’ dance was really beautiful! It’s a pity you missed it. It turns out that some people can dance like fairies.”

Yun Shao gives a cold snort: “Nothing special.”

Wei Ying’s eyes curve up again and she says: “The singing of Jia-Dayi was also wonderful. The sound lingered for three days. The rustling of the forest and the sound of springs, the sound moving the dust—it’s nothing more than that! Did you hear her singing while you were here? Wasn’t it beautiful?”

Yun Shao’s face is expressionless: “Nothing special.”

Wei Ying continues to praise: “Then you didn’t see Qianxue and Concubine Xian-jie together…”

Yun Shao interrupts her: “Concubine Xian-jie?”

Wei Ying: “Yes, what’s wrong?”

Yun Shao looks away and purses her pale lips, thinking to herself: So her “sister” is someone anyone can call. It’s no wonder so many concubines like her.

The sudden silence makes Wei Ying frown in confusion.

A flash of inspiration hits her, and she says with a smile: “You are different from them.”

Yun Shao: “How am I different?”

Wei Ying pats her and says righteously: “You forgot, they are all human, and you are a ghost!”

Yun Shao: …

She’s getting another headache from being annoyed.

She takes two deep breaths, trying her best to resist saying the words “exterminate the nine clans,” and says coldly: “Get out.”

Wei Ying sighs sadly and is once again kicked out. At the door, she suddenly hooks Yun Shao’s sleeve, laughs softly twice, and whispers: “You are also different from them in another way.”

Yun Shao’s heart is already broken by her: “I don’t want to hear it.”

Wei Ying: “You are a good older sister~”

Yun Shao stiffens again.

Wei Ying’s lips curl up, and she waves happily at her, then runs off in a flash. By the time Yun Shao comes to her senses, the palace path is deserted, with no sign of the girl.

Yun Shao leans against the wall, dazed, and touches her cheek.

It’s very hot.

…She called her “good older sister.” Thinking of this, her face gets even hotter.

Wei Ying didn’t expect that the palace banquet would unearth a new side hustle for her.

The day after the banquet, Hong Zhu quietly ran over and asked a few questions, softly and quickly.

Wei Ying, who was half-asleep from staying up all night, didn’t hear what she said and perfunctorily hummed in response. When she looked up again, she found that the young palace maids were looking at her strangely.

Their gazes were a mix of fear and admiration, and admiration and reverence—in short, they were as complicated and fanatical as could be.

Hong Zhu plopped down on her knees in front of her: “Divine one, save me!”

Wei Ying: …?

Oh, it seems she accidentally triggered a new career path.

Actually, the requests from the palace maids were very simple, such as asking her to help them find a lost hairpin or ornament, or to tell them about their recent fortune and how to resolve bad luck. Later, they found that Noble Consort Ying was gentle, kind, and had a good personality, so more and more people came to her. Her business scope also expanded from bone reading and fortune-telling to feng shui arrangements.

Gongdou-ji originally thought this would touch on the host’s blind spots, but to her surprise, her “sorceress” business in the palace was flourishing. Now, people in the palace secretly refer to Noble Consort Ying of the Yulu Palace not as a noble consort but directly as “the living immortal.”

The “living immortal” successfully recruited a group of eunuchs and palace maids with this business, and her points in the backend were skyrocketing.

Each eunuch and palace maid didn’t have many points, but added together, it was a huge sum.

Wei Ying lies in a reclining chair, with a long line of people in front of her. She raises her eyes, and opposite her is a palace maid from Jia-Day’s room.

“Jia-Dayi’s pet cat ‘Snowball’ is missing?”

The little palace maid nods desperately.

Wei Ying: “Look to the west.”

The little palace maid’s face brightens with joy: “Thank you, Noble Consort Ying!”

Wei Ying waves her hand and takes a bite of the mooncake that Xiao Qianxue handed her. “Next.”

The next person is an official lady she has seen a few times in the Xiuxiu Hall.

Wei Ying scans her up and down: “Your hairpin is missing, Auntie?”

The official lady also nods, looking at her in surprise: “How did you know?”

Wei Ying smiles: “Look for it in the osmanthus forest of Yujing Pavilion. Remember to check the branches.”

The official lady also thanks her happily and leaves.

Wei Ying: “Next.”

…After half a day like this, she looks at the points in the backend with satisfaction, ready to call it a day.

Suddenly, a commotion spreads through the crowd, and a young eunuch squeezes in. He sobs twice and kneels in front of her: “Noble Consort Ying, save me!”

Wei Ying: “I’m not doing any more fortune-telling today. Come back tomorrow.”

The young eunuch’s eyes instantly well up with tears: “Noble Consort! It’s a matter of life and death, woo-hoo, save me!”

Wei Ying stops. It’s not a matter of life and death, but she simply recognizes the young eunuch’s voice.

The young eunuch is brought back to her room and wipes his tears. “My name is Little Liu, and I’m a night-shift eunuch in the palace.”

Wei Ying waves her hand: “You’ve been bumping into a ghost three or four times in a row, haven’t you?”

Little Liu’s eyes light up instantly: “You really are a divine one!”

Wei Ying touches the corner of her mouth guiltily. She’s not a divine one; she just happens to be the “ghost.”

Little Liu’s face is pale: “I feel like that female ghost is haunting me!”

Wei Ying: …

Little Liu: “Am I going to die? Woo-hoo, Noble Consort Ying, save me!”

Wei Ying looks at his bad complexion. He does look genuinely frightened. She feels a little guilty.

Seeing that Wei Ying hasn’t spoken, Little Liu’s tears well up again: “Noble Consort Ying, am I a goner?”

Xiao Qianxue also asks nervously: “Yingying, looking at him, could he really be haunted by a ghost?”

Little Liu nods repeatedly: “Yes, she keeps pestering me. Woo-hoo, these past two nights, I’ve always heard erhu music. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and seen her right next to me, just like that… with her hair covering her face, quietly watching me.”

He stares straight ahead, his face pale, and lowers his voice: “Every night, she’s watching me by the bedside.”

Xiao Qianxue also gets scared and sticks close to Wei Ying.

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