I've Decided To Be This Tyrant's Dark Moonlight - Chapter 25.1

No, it should be, “Listen to me.”

She took a step forward, her expression sincere, and raised her hand, saying, “Qianxue, Your Highness, listen to me!”

Xiao Qianxue looked at Wei Ying, a heavy feeling in her chest, her heart shattering.

The crisp pata sound just now wasn’t a porcelain cup breaking; it was her fragile maiden heart!

Why was her best friend so close to the Imperial Consort that they wore the same clothes and even bathed together?

Xiao Qianxue clutched her chest, her eyes reddening, a glimmer of tears floating in them.

Suddenly, she felt a sense of betrayal.

After a moment of sadness, Consort Xian looked at them angrily: They were supposed to be sisters for life, so why were they suddenly sharing a dress with someone else? This isn’t right!

But after looking at them for a while…

Consort Xian started to zone out, and the more she looked, the more she felt that the Imperial Consort and Yingying standing together was truly a beautiful sight.

She made two whimpering sounds, also clutching her chest, thinking: But they seem so happy together!

I can be, too!

Wei Ying saw both of them with the same pose of clutching their chests, and her heart skipped a beat. Panicked, she said, “Don’t jump to conclusions. The Imperial Consort and I didn’t do anything.”

The Imperial Consort reached out and helped tuck Wei Ying’s wet hair away. She said frankly, “That’s right, we just got tired from riding horses and practicing swords, so we took a bath together. Haven’t you ever bathed together?”

Xiao Qianxue was overcome with sorrow: “Waaah!”

Consort Xian patted her head: “Good girl, don’t cry. You still have me.”

Imperial Consort: ???

It was just a bath together. Why were they acting like it was a funeral? What’s going on?

Wei Ying opened her mouth to explain again, but was interrupted by the Imperial Consort once more. The Imperial Consort took her hand, sat on the imperial chaise lounge, and pressed down on her shoulders: “Your hair is wet, you need to dry it first.”

Xiao Qianxue’s eyes got even redder. She looked at Wei Ying with resentment.

The Imperial Consort was even being so good to her, offering to help her dry her hair. When did they get so close?

Sob, Yingying had gotten herself onto the Imperial Consort’s bed and into her bath, while she was still being ignored by the Imperial Consort. She didn’t even get a single glance. If it weren’t for Consort Xian, she wouldn’t even be able to enter the Treasure Cloud Palace.

Thinking this, Xiao Qianxue felt even more miserable and bit her handkerchief, not making a sound.

Consort Xian could only pat the back of her hand, feeling a sense of shared misery: “Good girl, at most, we’ll find someone else to be friends with. I think Consort Shu’s sister, Concubine Gong, is very nice to you.”

Xiao Qianxue: TAT

She wasn’t comforted at all.

The power of the plot was still in effect, so when the Imperial Consort looked at Xiao Qianxue, an inexplicable irritation welled up in her heart.

She was just so annoyed, especially today. She really wanted to make this person kneel in punishment.

But she couldn’t find any fault, so she had to suppress her unhappiness and let the palace maids come to dry Wei Ying’s and her hair. Then she sat on the lounge and said, “Consort Xian, why did you come to my palace?”

Consort Xian smiled: “I just missed you, sister. After a few days apart, you’ve become even more beautiful.”

This was a heartfelt statement, especially after seeing the Imperial Consort and Wei Ying standing together. Why did she only think the Imperial Consort was just generally beautiful before, but after seeing the two of them together, she suddenly felt… ah, they’re both so beautiful!

Consort Xian wore a gentle and sweet smile on her face, but in her heart: Aaaahhhh!

Meanwhile, Xiao Qianxue was: Waah-waah-waah!

After being interrupted by the Imperial Consort several times, Wei Ying still didn’t give up on explaining, but her wet hair in the draft had given her a chill, and her words came out as a broken cough. She covered her lips and coughed with difficulty.

Xiao Qianxue stood up anxiously: “Yingying.”

The Imperial Consort also hadn’t expected someone to get a cold just from taking a bath. She was a little flustered: “Are you, are you okay? You were in the bath for so long, how could you still get a cold?”

Wei Ying smiled: “I’m fine.”

The next second, she spat out a mouthful of blood. The brilliant red stained her pale lips, making for an even more shocking sight.

She: … This broken body.

The Imperial Consort rose in a panic: “Quick, go fetch the imperial physician, the best one in the Imperial Hospital! Isn’t Physician Li still here? Tell him to come!”

Wei Ying immediately shot up, skillfully wiping the blood from her lips: “I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m just used to spitting up blood.”

She waved her sleeve, dragging Xiao Qianxue out the door. It was impossible to take medicine. She would never drink medicine in this lifetime!

The Imperial Consort: “Hey, don’t go, you two…”

As soon as Wei Ying heard “medicine,” she ran very fast. Xiao Qianxue was dragged along, and could only follow with her head down.

Consort Xian watched their retreating backs and shook her head: “This child, why does she dislike taking medicine so much?”

But the two young girls, walking side by side, their figures tall and slender, their raised skirts swirling like clouds, their silhouettes disappearing into the distant sunset.

Consort Xian clutched her chest again. She must protect this kind of friendship!

The Imperial Consort was still a bit dazed and asked worriedly: “She’s spitting blood, is she really okay?”

Consort Xian smiled: “It’s nothing. If you lived in the Jade Dew Palace, sister, you’d know that Yingying spits up a mouthful of blood every time she catches a draft.”

Imperial Consort: …

Why is your tone so inexplicably proud?

Consort Xian stroked the corner of her mouth and praised: “She’s spit up so much blood, but she’s still lively and energetic.”

Imperial Consort: “…Not exactly lively and energetic, but yes, she is very vibrant. She’s a lovely child.”

The two of them chatted for a while, then fell into a strange silence.

The Imperial Consort looked at Consort Xian several times, wanting to speak but holding back. She often heard this sister’s name, but they didn’t interact much.

The court had long been divided into several factions. The Imperial Consort’s father and brothers were staunch supporters of the Emperor, while Consort Xian’s father, the wily old prime minister, was a… seasoned fence-sitter.

Consort Xian put down her teacup, her eyes shining, revealing the same expression as her old fox of a father.

Like a little fox.

The Imperial Consort suddenly felt something was amiss.

Consort Xian said gently and sweetly: “When did you and Yingying get so close, sister?”

The Imperial Consort: “…Is that important?”

Consort Xian nodded, a strange light in her eyes: “It’s very important!”

Wei Ying held Xiao Qianxue’s hand and ran all the way out of the Treasure Cloud Palace. A sedan chair was waiting outside, carried by palace staff.

They got into the sedan chair together to go back. On the way, Wei Ying kept coughing softly into her hand.

Her body was really too weak. Even after gaining fifty points of physique, it was still a negative number and completely useless. Now she could only hope that when her physique reached a positive number, she would get a little better.

Xiao Qianxue sat in the sedan chair, her hands clenched until they were white.

The bells hanging from the four corners of the sedan chair kept jingling, rattling her nerves. The air around them became stifling. She lifted the heavy curtain, and a gust of cold wind immediately rushed in, scaring her into quickly putting the curtain back down.

Wei Ying, still coughing, said, “If you’re feeling suffocated, just open the curtain. I’m fine, you know that.”

She had this broken body, but she couldn’t die. If she coughed up a lot of blood… she’d just need to eat more things to replenish it.

Xiao Qianxue was still fuming, but hearing her words, all her anger turned into helplessness. “Yingying, you need to take better care of yourself. Don’t always be like this…”

Wei Ying: “Like what?”

Xiao Qianxue: “Always, trying so hard to be liked by others that you don’t even care about yourself.”

Wei Ying: I’m not, I didn’t, listen to me!

Xiao Qianxue was still angry in her heart. She didn’t know what she was angry about, but Yingying… How could Yingying be like this!

Wei Ying tugged on her sleeve.

Xiao Qianxue pulled her arm away.

Wei Ying tugged again.

Xiao Qianxue snorted and pulled it away again.

Wei Ying stopped tugging.

Xiao Qianxue got even angrier and glanced at her with a resentful look.

Wei Ying touched the corner of her mouth, struggling with her words. She couldn’t very well tell Xiao Qianxue that there was a thing called the power of the plot that just made the Imperial Consort dislike her. “Qianxue.”

Xiao Qianxue: “Don’t say anything, I’m not listening.”

Wei Ying: …

“I’m not listening, I’m not listening.”

When they returned to the Jade Dew Palace, Xiao Qianxue ran back to her own room. Wei Ying, worried, followed her in. She pushed the door open and found her sitting on the edge of the bed, sadly taking out a stack of bandages and throwing them into the brazier.

Wei Ying thought, she’s already burning medicine to sever her unrequited love. Poor girl.

The poor girl burned two bandages, was smoked out by the fumes, and then crouched alone in the bushes in front of the Jade Dew Palace, curled up sadly.

Wei Ying also squatted down, taking out a soft-crust peach pastry. “Here, have something to eat.”

Xiao Qianxue made a little piggy grunting sound and didn’t take it.

Wei Ying had no choice but to bite into it herself. As she ate, the autumn wind made her cough repeatedly. She looked as pitiful as can be.

Xiao Qianxue’s heart finally softened. She pulled her back into the room, pushed Wei Ying onto the bed, pulled up the blanket, and wrapped her up tightly like a dumpling. As she was wrapping her, she scolded: “That’s what you get for running around everywhere, what you get for exposing yourself to the wind every day, humph… and what you get for bathing with the Imperial Consort.”

Wei Ying still smiled awkwardly.

Xiao Qianxue looked at the Imperial Consort’s vibrant red dress on her body and couldn’t help but let out a wail, tears streaming out. She cried like a child who had lost both her watermelon and her sesame seeds.

Wei Ying thought this, and then asked out of the blue, “Am I the watermelon or the sesame seeds?”

Xiao Qianxue, still crying, said: “You’re the watermelon.”

Wei Ying nodded, then realized something. She looked up, her eyes meeting Xiao Qianxue’s resentful gaze—

Hey, their thought processes unexpectedly aligned!

Xiao Qianxue then said: “You’re a watermelon the size of a sesame seed.” She pursed her lips: “You are the watermelon now.”

As she said this, she couldn’t help but feel sad again. She grabbed Wei Ying’s collar, crying as she asked, “Didn’t you think of me when you and the Imperial Consort were taking off your clothes?!”

Wei Ying: …

It was just a bath, why are your words so strange! It’s like you’re catching us in the act. What is going on?

But in the end, she managed to coax the young girl. The female lead was actually quite easy to appease; she would throw a little tantrum, and after getting it out of her system, she would feel embarrassed and apologetically mumble.

Xiao Qianxue awkwardly expressed her apology: “Phew, Yingying, I, I’ll go make you some medicine.”

Wei Ying quickly pulled her back: “I’m fine! You know that. It’s so cold on the bed. Why don’t you come and warm it up for me?”

Xiao Qianxue grumbled, wiggling around under her blanket like a little piglet: “I’m still a little angry.”

Wei Ying: “From now on, when the Imperial Consort and I take off our clothes, I’ll definitely think of you. I’ll silently chant ‘Qianxue, Qianxue, Qianxue, you are with us’ three times in my heart. How does that sound?”

Xiao Qianxue: “???”

No!

Wei Ying was about to tease her a little more, but the Palace Intrigue System in her head started laughing like a chicken again: “Cluck cluck cluck, Host, congratulations! A new mission has been issued. Satisfy the Emperor on your first night of attendance, and win his favor. Physique +10, Integration +10, one chance for a lottery draw.”

A new mission?

Hooray!

Wait… attendance?

Wei Ying’s pupils dilated. She shot up abruptly: “Can I abandon the mission?”

The Palace Intrigue System continued to laugh like a chicken: “Cluck cluck cluck cluck no, you can’t.”

Xiao Qianxue looked up, confused: “Yingying? What’s wrong?”

In her eyes, the young girl’s expression had changed, shedding her usual laziness. Her beautiful eyes were slightly widened, and a faint light was shimmering within them.

Xiao Qianxue thought, no matter what, Yingying is truly beautiful.

No wonder the Imperial Consort likes her so much.

Sob!

Wei Ying rolled off the bed, the light in her eyes sinking: “Nothing’s wrong.”

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