The Empress Regnant’s Enchanting Consort (52)
Suddenly, several attendants burst through the door. They knelt and cried out anxiously: “Rebelled, the generals have rebelled! They’ve broken through the city gates are are quickly making their way to the palace gates!”
Bai Weiwei coldly and calmly looked at them. “Zhen knows. All of you, withdraw.”
Saying this, she turned and walked over to Feng Yunian. She bent over, picked him up, and placed him in the wheelchair.
She slapped him so hard that his internal organs churned. The aftereffects weren’t too big; it was just that he wouldn’t be able to move for now.
She also very considerately tied the strip of cloth preventing him from moving into a bow knot.
Feng Yunian strenuously raised his head, his eyes flashing with a hint of hopeful and humble longing.
He seemed to want to ask about what she had just said, but he just opened and closed his mouth several times. Afraid that he had heard wrong.
He didn’t dare to ask again.
When one loved someone, they would sometimes lower themselves to the dust.
Bai Weiwei pushed the wheelchair out. The wheels squeaked as they rolled across the snow.
“Yunian, I know you blame me.”
Her voice was faint, and it held a trace of sadness.
“I’d thought that, if I ignored you and made you give up on me, you would not grieve later.”
Feng Yunian, doubtful, strained to turn his face to look at the woman behind him.
But he could only see the edge of her robe, rustling as it swayed by the wheelchair.
“But you’re so stubborn that I can’t bear to hurt you anymore.”
Feng Yunian felt a premonition in his heart. He asked, uncertain, “Your Majesty, what are you saying?”
Bai Weiwei chuckled softly. “I’m confessing to you, ah. I have never loved Feng Ling. Even if I’d held different feelings when I was young, they have disappeared with time.”
Feng Yunian’s gaze wavered, an indescribable pain surfacing. “Then why did you marry her and establish her as empress consort?”
To establish a woman as empress consort was something that no empress regnant had ever done.
Bai Weiwei took an enormous risk to marry in Feng Ling.
How was it not true love?
Bai Weiwei pushed him through the palace gates.
The imperial guard stood at the ready and surrounded them in all directions.
She stepped out from behind the wheelchair, slowly squatted down, and raised her head to look at him.
Feng Yunian could only see her eyes brimming with a watery light, her gently curved lips, her face of unrelenting tenderness.
When I rebelled, the pile of skeletons became mountains, the number of unjustly killed souls countless, and my heart was full of cruel savagery.
Feng Yunian struggled. He didn’t know why she was suddenly acting like this, but the anxiousness in his heart turned into panic.
It was as if something was going to happen.
But he could only watch with his eyes wide open.
Bai Weiwei raised a hand and pressed down on his body, restraining his movements.
“The Feng family was slaughtered because of me. At that time, I only thought about the pleasure of a ruler looking down upon one’s land, but I unexpectedly met you.
Feng Yunian stared at her blankly, a dark shadow looming over his heart.
“As gentle as jade, a graceful and outstanding demeanor. When I saw you, I felt that you were good-looking, especially good-looking.”
Bai Weiwei’s features softened. This soft and sweet image trickled into his heart like soft spring water.
Feng Yunian could no longer stop himself from opening his mouth. “Your Majesty, what’s the matter with you?”
Why did she suddenly say this? His heart was so full of dread and anxiety that he no longer felt happy.
Bai Weiwei’s smile didn’t waver. She gave him a deep, long look, as though this was the final time she would see him.
“Do you know? There was once a medicine that could exchange the blood of two people. Only a bit of this secret drug was left, and it was hidden in the previous dynasty’s storehouse.”
Red blood suddenly spilled from Bai Weiwei’s lips. The bright coral stood out against the snow-white background.