thefictionvixens Chapter 96 I will let everyone know who the goddess is!
Chapter 96 I will let everyone know who the goddess is!
Chapter 96 I will let everyone know who the goddess is!
When Eunuch Hou returned to the Imperial Study with a bow,
Emperor Qing was still leaning on the soft couch, his expression shifting between light and dark.
"Your Majesty," Eunuch Hou cautiously approached, "the matter has been settled. Commander Zhou has accepted his punishment, and Lord Wen has arranged for someone to take care of Lord Fan."
Emperor Qing grunted in response, but didn't say anything more.
He waved his hand, signaling Eunuch Hou to step aside, and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.
Suddenly, something occurred to him.
The official robes of the Qing Kingdom are now all plain white.
He doesn't like white.
He could directly issue an edict prohibiting palace maids from wearing white clothes in the future.
However, if you want to change the style of official robes, you must have a suitable reason.
Now he has come up with a reason.
Ye Qingmei liked to wear white, but now that Ye Qingmei has been revered as a goddess, the official robes of the Qing Kingdom should no longer be white.
Otherwise, it would be blasphemy against the goddess.
This reason is sufficient.
Time flew by, and it was already noon the next day.
On the wide surface of the Wei River, sunlight casts dappled patterns of light, like scattered gold.
Li Yunrui's official boat has entered the main channel of the Wei River and reached the outskirts of Weizhou.
We will arrive in Yingzhou in three or four days.
Today, Wu Feng and Li Yunrui decided to stay overnight at the suburban dock to replenish their supplies.
Li Yunrui's room was on the second floor of the ship's deck.
The window was half-open, and the river breeze, carrying moisture, blew in, stirring the gauze curtains.
Li Yunrui, dressed in a black silk nightgown, sat in front of the dressing table.
She held a sandalwood comb in her hand, gently combing the strands of hair that hung down her temples again and again.
Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, not on the comb in her hand, but on her own face in the glass mirror in front of her.
The woman in the mirror had alluring eyes and brows, a healthy blush on her cheeks, and full, luscious lips.
Those eyes were watery, with slightly upturned corners, exuding an indescribable languor and allure.
She seemed to be admiring her own appearance, and was completely absorbed in it.
At that moment, the door was gently pushed open.
A soft footstep entered.
Li Yunrui seemed not to notice anything and did not react at all.
She continued combing her hair, her gaze still fixed on her own face in the mirror.
Wu Feng walked up behind Li Yunrui.
He placed his hands on Li Yunrui's shoulders and massaged them gently.
"Your Highness," he said, "I'm back."
Li Yunrui glanced at Wu Feng in the mirror, then looked away and continued to look at her own face in the mirror, her voice gentle: "Mm."
Looking at her focused expression in the mirror, Wu Feng reached out and gently grasped Li Yunrui's hand that was holding the comb.
"Your Highness," he lowered his voice further, "I'll do it."
Li Yunrui obediently released his hand.
Wu Feng took the comb, stood behind her, and began to comb her hair.
Li Yunrui closed her eyes, leaned back slightly, and nestled into Wu Feng's arms.
"Ugh————"
She let out a long, satisfied groan.
As Wu Feng combed his hair, he watched her expression through the mirror.
Her beautiful face was completely relaxed, with a slightly intoxicated expression.
"Your Highness," Wu Feng said softly, breaking the silence in the room, "we should arrive in Yingzhou around the day after tomorrow."
Li Yunrui didn't open her eyes, but simply made a soft "hmm" sound through her nose.
"But," Wu Feng continued, his hands still moving, "I always felt that this journey had been too quiet."
Li Yunrui slowly opened her eyes.
She didn't speak immediately, but instead raised her right hand, her slender and gentle fingers pointing to the corner of the dressing table.
There was a slightly curled little piece of paper there.
"Take a look at this."
Wu Feng stopped what he was doing, placed the comb on the table, and picked up the small piece of paper.
This must be a newly arrived message sent by carrier pigeon.
Wu Feng unfolded the note and quickly scanned its contents.
The next moment, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.
"A goddess?" he blurted out, his voice filled with disbelief. "What the hell?"
The note described the events that had occurred in Kyoto, as well as the imperial decree issued by Emperor Qing, which honored Ye Qingmei as the goddess of the Qing Kingdom, to be worshipped by all the people.
In other words, his actions that night—made Ye Qingmei a god?
But he couldn't tell Li Yunrui about what happened that night.
Wu Feng quickly suppressed his shock and regained his composure.
only----
Knowing that Ye Qingmei was revered as the goddess of the Qing Kingdom after her death, why was Li Yunrui so calm?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Li Yunrui's face in the mirror.
In the mirror, Li Yunrui's face was still alluring, her eyes still glistening with moisture, and a faint smile even played on her lips.
"Your Highness," Wu Feng said tentatively in a soft voice, "Ye Qingmei has been revered as a goddess, which means a lot to us—"
That seems like a good thing.
"At least no matter who it is, it can't change the fact that the three major pharmacies and Qingyutang belong to Your Highness. Who dares to touch what the Goddess has bestowed upon them?"
Upon hearing this, Li Yunrui slightly raised her eyes and looked at Wu Feng's face in the mirror.
"Xiao Wuzi," Li Yunrui said softly, her fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of her hair, "you probably don't know."
"Although the High Priest of Qingmiao Temple is always appointed by the temple, I know that the current High Priest of Qingmiao Temple is His Majesty's man."
Wu Feng paused slightly as he combed his hair.
Li Yunrui continued, her voice gentle: "Ye Qingmei becoming a goddess is not a bad thing for His Majesty."
"He can convey many divine pronouncements through the high priest of the temple, in the name of the goddess."
Wu Feng's expression instantly turned calm.
He got it.
In other words, everything he did in Kyoto that night, while achieving a certain goal, also helped Emperor Qing.
To venerate Ye Qingmei as a goddess? Whose idea was this? Emperor Qing's own? Or the High Priest of the Qing Temple?
Wu Feng felt a surge of inexplicable frustration.
Seeing Wu Feng's gloomy face in the mirror, Li Yunrui smiled broadly.
That smile was incredibly beautiful, like a peony blooming in an instant, with a breathtaking beauty.
She held Wu Feng's hand.
Feeling Li Yunrui's strength, Wu Feng squatted down to her right and looked up at her.
Li Yunrui played with Wu Feng's fingers with her left hand and gently stroked Wu Feng's head with her right hand.
But her gaze remained fixed on her own face in the mirror.
"A goddess?" she asked softly, drawing out the last syllable. "Hmm—interesting—"
Wu Feng lay on Li Yunrui's warm legs, his cheek pressed against her smooth, dark nightgown, feeling the warmth and softness of her body.
The tip of her nose was enveloped in her unique, comforting, and cool fragrance.
"Your Highness," he said softly, his voice slightly muffled, "should we cause some trouble in Kyoto and disrupt this so-called Shinto festival?"
"destroy?"
Li Yunrui's voice came from above, still gentle, even with a hint of lazy laughter.
"Why destroy it?"
She gently ran her fingers through Wu Feng's hair.
"That's exactly how it should be—that's what makes it fun!"
Wu Feng raised his head and looked at Li Yunrui's face.
Li Yunrui also lowered her eyes and met his gaze.
Those alluring eyes held a deep, unfathomable calm, yet beneath that calm, an undercurrent seemed to be surging.
"No rush—" Li Yunrui said softly, "Take your time—"
Her gaze returned to the mirror, and looking at her own beautiful face, a meaningful, almost morbid smile curved her lips.
"From now on, I will let the world know—"
"Who is the goddess of the Qing Kingdom?"
Looking at her stunningly beautiful yet dangerous face in the mirror, Wu Feng suddenly understood something.
He didn't say anything more, but simply lay back down on her lap, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
A breeze blew in through the window, carrying the scent of water vapor and sunshine.
Li Yunrui continued to look at herself in the mirror, her eyes unfocused and a smile playing on her lips.
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