Chapter 869: The Young Empress (6)

The fool standing before him was not a normal person.

Staring at the bloodstained whip in Tang Nuoyue's hand, Shan Ge had to summon every ounce of courage he possessed to keep himself from turning around and running away.

“Shan Ge?”

Following the mannerisms of the original fool from her memories, Tang Nuoyue flicked the whip onto the ground with a loud crack.

“Shan Ge, do you want to play with this prince?”

Shan Ge glanced at the half-dead Yin Qiu lying nearby.

In the end, he could only grit his teeth and nod.

Forcing what he believed to be a graceful smile onto his face, he replied, “Yes. Shan Ge likes playing with Your Highness very much.”

“That's wonderful!”

Tang Nuoyue's inner self was already waving a little whip excitedly.

Come on.

Come over.

Let's see if I don't play you to death.

“Shan Ge, come play with me! Hurry and come!”

To Shan Ge, it felt as though his legs weighed a thousand jin.

Step by step, he dragged himself toward Tang Nuoyue.

Watching everything unfold from afar, Tang Guo nearly laughed herself sick when she noticed Shan Ge's legs trembling.

“This is truly entertaining.”

【Host, you're not planning to settle scores with Tang Nuoyue anymore?】 the System asked curiously. 【After all, the original host's death was partially connected to her.】

Tang Guo smiled.

“I haven't forgotten.”

Her eyes curved pleasantly.

“Give me some time to think about how I should handle it. Revenge is still necessary.”

System: ...

Of course.

He never should have reminded her.

How could someone like the Host possibly forget a grudge?

Why did he always have so much to say?

The Host held grudges better than anyone.

Meanwhile, Shan Ge had believed that Tang Nuoyue only beat Yin Qiu because Yin Qiu was nothing more than a lowly attendant.

As the Prince Consort, surely he wouldn't receive the same treatment.

His relationship with Tang Nuoyue had always been relatively good.

The fool enjoyed sticking close to him and playing around.

She shouldn't actually whip him...

Right?

Then the whip came down.

Directly across his face.

The searing pain instantly taught him how wrong he had been.

How could a fool remember who he was?

To her, he was merely another entertaining toy.

Hatred surged within Shan Ge's heart.

Unfortunately, the overwhelming pain quickly left him no energy to dwell on it.

Tang Nuoyue showed absolutely no mercy.

This Shan Ge...

He had never deceived her any less than Yin Qiu had.

Neither of them were good people.

They clearly didn't love her.

Yet they smiled at her.

Treated her gently.

Lured her into falling for them.

Only to abandon and destroy her in the end.

Tang Nuoyue continued whipping him without restraint.

Eventually, Shan Ge also lost consciousness.

Only after her palms had become raw from gripping the whip did she finally stop.

Then she turned around, wore her foolish grin, and skipped away cheerfully.

After all, she was a fool.

How could a fool know how to care about others?

How could a fool understand that being whipped was painful?

Yin Qiu had only just begun to regain consciousness when he saw Tang Nuoyue preparing to leave.

Before disappearing, she suddenly turned around and flashed him a silly smile.

“Yin Qiu, I'll come play with you again tomorrow.”

The moment he heard those words, Yin Qiu, who had barely recovered a little, fainted all over again.

Tomorrow?

Absolutely not.

He was never coming outside again tomorrow.

Tang Guo watched Tang Nuoyue return to her room.

Once inside, the woman immediately cradled her blistered hands, baring her teeth in pain while muttering to herself about how she could restore her image as a "normal" person.

Resting her chin on her hand, Tang Guo narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.

System: I have a feeling the Host is plotting something crooked again.

“All right. You keep watching here.”

Tang Guo stood up.

“If any of those men make a move, tell me immediately.”

【Understood, Host.】

At that moment, the image of the sword-wielding man from earlier surfaced in her mind again.

She rose, intending to pay him a visit.

Unexpectedly, a palace servant arrived to report:

“Your Majesty, Young Master Nan requests an audience.”

“Let him enter.”

Tang Guo could only sit back down.

Listening to the faint footsteps gradually approaching, she soon saw a handsome man enter the hall.

He carried himself with effortless charm and a perpetual smile.

Nanyun Chuan.

The moment he entered, he clasped his hands together and bent at the waist in a ninety-degree bow.

“Yunchuan greets Your Majesty.”

“Rise.”