I've Decided To Be This Tyrant's Dark Moonlight - Chapter 65

“Yeah!” With that, Xiao Qianxue scratched her cheek as if it had nothing to do with her.

She wondered if she could secure a playmate spot from Yingying, then continued to bury herself in her meal.

Eating! The happiest thing in the world!

The Prince of Luling stared blankly at them as they haggled back and forth, unable to understand. Was going to the Cold Palace really something to look forward to? He remembered that when he was young and lived in the imperial palace, the concubines feared being sent to the Anle Hall; after each visit, they would lose weight, and the weak ones sometimes couldn’t survive the winter without firewood, dying inside.

The Cold Palace—the nightmare of consorts!

The Prince of Luling had always thought this way. He opened his mouth, looked at the smiling young lady in front of him, and turned his head in confusion. He tried to find someone in the audience who shared his thoughts for reassurance, but—

The concubines were either busy eating or chatting happily, full of joyous energy. The only one with a grim expression was the Imperial Noble Consort.

Pei Que and the Prince of Luling’s eyes met, and sparks seemed to fly. She cursed under her breath: “A yin-yang person!”

She hated yin-yang people; that sword dance from the Underworld earlier had almost sent her away.

Thinking of someone capable of wielding the best weapon among all and dancing such a bewitching, eerie dance, Pei Que wanted to cut down that damned yin-yang person in the audience. But she remembered the Prince of Luling’s identity, snorted, and swept her sleeve as she left.

The Prince of Luling: …

He felt the tension coming from the entire harem.

After thinking it over, he asked the emperor to let him resign from caring for the Empress Dowager in Cining Palace. The emperor agreed, and he left hastily, thinking that if he had ascended the throne back then, he would never have allowed such a disorderly harem.

Yun Shao had beauties by her side, her dark eyes rippling slightly as she tilted her head to look at Wei Ying with a smile, her gaze showing a gentle warmth that no one else had ever seen.

Palace maid Gong Beinu couldn’t stand their clingy behavior and angrily pulled Consort Shu away. Later, with the emperor’s tacit consent, the other concubines gradually left, leaving only the two of them in the dimly lit lantern glow.

Yun Shao pretended to be drunk, lazily leaning on Wei Ying’s shoulder, lightly rubbing against her, murmuring, “Yingying.”

Wei Ying, also having drunk a few cups, patted her face: “Your Majesty, let’s go back now.”

Yun Shao: “Back… where?”

Wei Ying paused briefly, smiled, lowered her head, and repeated her words softly: “Yeah… back… where?”

Yun Shao noticed the unusual tone in her voice, her eyelashes trembling slightly as she quietly looked at her. The girl hugged her knees, gazing up at the vast starry sky. The dark canopy was adorned with a sweeping silver galaxy.

Wei Ying looked up at the stars, suddenly recalling a childhood birthday when her parents had given her a small star as a gift—not a large, fertile planet, just a tiny star with no oxygen or water, completely barren.

That star was dim and small, uninhabitable, and costly; even in the highly developed main world, it was a huge intelligence tax.

Yet—

Now, having followed the same path as her parents as a world traveler, passing through so many worlds, whenever she looked at the stars, she thought that at least one of them belonged to her. And thus, the entire sky seemed to shine more brilliantly.

She looked up, wanting to find one star just for herself. It might not be the brightest, but it would be hers alone, open to her embrace.

As Wei Ying thought this, she was suddenly gently hugged.

Yun Shao buried herself in her shoulder, hands wrapping around her waist, exhaling warmth mixed with the fragrance of wine, and Wei Ying’s eyelashes fluttered, feeling slightly tipsy.

“Yingying,” Yun Shao tilted her head and softly asked, “what are you looking at?”

Wei Ying pointed at the dark sky: “Look, that star is mine.” She said it with a smile, feeling like a child joking.

Yun Shao, however, looked at her quietly for a long while, then smiled, hugging her arm. “Got it. That laughing star will be yours.”

Wei Ying pursed her lips, smiling again, and fed her a cup of wine.

Though Yun Shao had been pretending to be drunk, she was truly drunk by the end, lying on Wei Ying’s lap, focusing on her. People often say, “Sober, one holds the world’s power; drunk, one lies on a beauty’s lap.” Now she understood the ultimate pleasure. No wonder so many strived to sit on this throne.

Her eyes reddened, a misty glimmer appeared in them, her pale cheeks tinged with color, staring at Wei Ying and suddenly smiling foolishly.

Wei Ying asked: “Your Majesty, what are you smiling at?”

Yun Shao smiled: “Yingying has a star. You really are a fairy fallen from the sky.” She said, her smile gradually softening, frowning, murmuring: “A fairy… will you fly away someday?”

Wei Ying avoided her gaze and whispered: “Your Majesty, you’re drunk.”

Yun Shao was persistent, grabbing her sleeve, eyes shining brightly, asking again: “Yingying, will you fly away someday? To your star?” Before Wei Ying could answer, she completely passed out, leaning on her shoulder, mumbling incoherently: “Then I’ll steal your wings, steal them and bury them…”

Her tone emphasized: “Bury them!”

Wei Ying nodded, letting her be. “Okay, okay, we’ll bury them.”

Yun Shao laughed happily, then suddenly pretended to be angry, pointing at Wei Ying: “Go dig the hole!”

Wei Ying: ??

Yun Shao slammed the table: “Go now! Or I’ll shark you!”

Late at night, under the black wind, the “sharking” of digging the hole commenced.

Wei Ying looked at the increasingly serious expression of the emperor, feeling uneasy. “Your Majesty… are you serious?”

Yun Shao pouted, nodded firmly, leaned forward, and reached behind Wei Ying with both hands.

Wei Ying: “…What are you doing?”

Yun Shao smiled, cupping her hands as if holding something. She looked at Wei Ying, tilted her head, and softly said: “I’ve taken off your little wings!” She lowered her gaze affectionately: “Your little wings are so pretty~ all rainbow-colored!”

For a moment, Wei Ying felt as if she really were some Mary Sue fairy with seven-colored wings. Yun Shao suddenly leaned closer, gazing at her.

“Does it hurt?”

Wei Ying: “Huh?”

Yun Shao whispered: “Do your wings hurt? I’ll blow on them for you, okay?” She became more excited as she spoke, muttering: “Blow, blow,” while trying to undo Wei Ying’s clothes to see the nonexistent wound.

Wei Ying quickly pulled her back: “Your Majesty, it doesn’t hurt. Let me take you to the Yangxin Hall to rest.”

Yun Shao immediately refused: “No! I won’t go!”

Wei Ying felt a headache coming. She originally wanted to carry the drunken emperor straight back to Yangxin Hall, but seeing her so serious, like a child, she couldn’t help but ask again: “Your Majesty… what are you doing now?”

Yun Shao bit her lip: “I want to pluck all the little hairs off your wings so you can’t fly,” pouting: “There are so many hairs, I can’t finish.”

Wei Ying felt pain from her invisible wings. “So cruel.”

Yun Shao enthusiastically pulled her along, her warm, slightly hot palms wrapped around Wei Ying’s hands. “Let’s bury the wings!”

Wei Ying was led along, watching their joined hands, thinking this time it wasn’t just sleeve-pulling. She followed the excited emperor all the way to the Golden House.

Yun Shao held Wei Ying’s hand with one hand and carefully carried the invisible wings with the other, looking around mischievously: “No one’s here, let’s bury them. Hey, where’s the servant supposed to dig the hole?”

After looking around for a while, she turned to Wei Ying: “So you were here,” her gaze falling on their joined hands. The emperor widened her eyes: “Dog servant, who allowed you to hold my hand? I’ll shark you!”

Wei Ying pursed her lips. Never before had she seen someone turn so quickly.

The emperor thought for a moment, deciding to let her dig the hole first before “punishing” her, and handed her a rusty shovel found under the grape trellis.

Wei Ying had a complicated feeling, digging a small hole herself while the emperor criticized her work. She was outraged. She—the harem’s peacemaker and ambassador—had never been treated this way.

Before she could speak, the emperor shouted: “Ah!”

Yun Shao pointed at her foot: “Bold! You stepped on Yingying’s invisible wings!”

Wei Ying lowered her foot, silently moving it aside, sighing. Who knew that being a little fairy would be so troublesome?

Finally, after coaxing the emperor into finishing burying the wings, she pulled her back to the Golden House’s bed. The emperor recognized her again and smiled foolishly, lying next to her.

Wei Ying asked: “Your Majesty, who are you looking at?”

Yun Shao smiled: “At the fairy!”

Wei Ying: “…No, I’m just a tool for digging.”

The emperor lay softly on the bed, looking at her gently, then suddenly hugged her, rubbing her head in Wei Ying’s neck: “Finally caught you!”

The emperor lifted her small head, blinking her big eyes, and pecked Wei Ying on the left cheek: “Mwah~”

After the kiss, she fell asleep contentedly. Wei Ying stayed stunned for a long time, and only at dawn did she hurriedly leave the Golden House.

This palace feast ended in a harmonious atmosphere.

When Wei Ying returned to Yulu Hall, Lü Là was already familiar with packing a large box of items for the Cold Palace.

“Don’t make it so complicated,” Wei Ying waved her hand. “It’s only three days; keep it simple.”

Lü Là nodded. Now, hearing the words “Cold Palace” no longer made her cry; she even felt a hidden excitement. Turning, she packed the items while saying: “I can see all the sisters in Anle Hall again. How wonderful!”

Wei Ying smiled, taking a sip of tea.

Lü Là continued: “The sisters in the Cold Palace are all talented, and so sweet. I really like being there!”

“I like it too!” Xiao Qianxue happily bounced in, with Hongzhu carrying a small box behind her. She jumped beside Wei Ying: “Yingying, I want to go too!”

Wei Ying gently put down her teacup and smiled: “The emperor didn’t allow you to go.”

Xiao Qianxue pouted: “But I really want to see everyone in Anle Hall. And last time, we promised we’d come back,” she blinked: “We said we’d share both blessings and hardships together.”

Wei Ying: “Share hardships together?”

Xiao Qianxue laughed: “No, blessings! Yingying, I’ve packed everything.”

Wei Ying shook her head with a smile and, hand in hand with the heroine, headed to Anle Hall.

The news of their “punishment” to the Cold Palace spread, and the inhabitants rejoiced. Anle Hall had been cleaned and brightened, with new osmanthus flowers in the corner vases. The previously secluded, eerie palace was now filled with sweet osmanthus fragrance.

As soon as the carriage curtain was lifted slightly, a furry little head popped in.

“Consort! We missed you so much!”

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