Chapter 178 – System, You Bear the Blame (Part 2)
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Jiang Pengji: “…”
System: “…”
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!!!
“System.”
She suddenly smiled, radiant like the morning sun, but her words sent shivers down the spine.
“Remember this!”
The system felt incredibly wronged to bear the blame.
Could it be blamed for the Empress of the Mountain Spirit’s bad luck in drawing good cards?
But considering the mainline of the palace struggles system, this card wasn’t unworthy of Jiang Pengji’s reputation as the Empress of the Mountain Spirit.
In contrast to previous hosts, who would have to accumulate massive popularity points to exchange for items from the system shop, Jiang Pengji didn’t expend any effort and casually pulled a silver treasure chest, obtaining the most valuable item—how is that not impressive?
However, the system dared not voice these thoughts; it was afraid Jiang Pengji would retaliate.
Woe is me, is there any system out there that suffers as much as it does?
The system, catering to Jiang Pengji’s wishes, said, “Since the host dislikes it, you could sell it to the system shop.”
Jiang Pengji couldn’t even be bothered to lift her eyelids, and her next words sent the system’s heart racing with both fear and delight.
“When did I say I didn’t like it?”
Before the system could rejoice, she continued, “This thing has its advantages. Men, are there any who have enough rationality to control themselves? Those who can practice self-restraint are few and far between. The higher they rise, the more unrestrained and arrogant they become…”
She could easily imagine how men with multiple wives think.
Women, if they’re liked, are pampered; if not, they’re cast aside and ignored for a while.
They won’t resent it; they’ll only scheme against each other, expending all their efforts to capture attention and love.
The back courtyard strife is fierce and bloody; what’s it all for?
To monopolize a man’s affection?
Or to gain her husband’s “love”?
And then, with a clear conscience, harm the unborn child of another woman, speak with veiled hostility, compete fiercely, and appear despicable and loathsome.
Or perhaps, just for better clothes, better food, and the thrill of being surrounded by servants in times of pride?
Jiang Pengji felt a deep aversion to the twisted customs of this era.
Intensely loathing it, the thought alone made her want to vomit.
What disgusted her even more was that a system was constantly reminding her of this fact in her mind.
What are palace struggles?
Isn’t it essentially a farce filled with disgrace, all for the right to use a man’s organs?
Jiang Pengji’s emotions roiled, while the system began to stir, interpreting her words as…
She was interested in playing palace struggles?
It just knew it! Beauty and physique are inherently a woman’s weapons.
To conquer a world, a woman only needs to conquer the man conquering that world; why toil so hard?
Even a strong woman has a small woman’s heart, longing to be cared for, to be held in someone’s palms, cherished and adored.
“…That kind of man doesn’t appeal to me. To put it nicely, they’re men; to put it bluntly, they’re merely beings led around by their base desires. Humans are intelligent beings who can break free from the confines of Earth and step onto the stellar stage because they possess rationality, unlike animals driven purely by instinct.” Jiang Pengji said lightly, playing with that somewhat embarrassing card.
The system was instantly deflated, like a frost-struck eggplant.
It twitched its mouth and said, “According to your standards, it seems there are no men or women in this world, only beings.”
Jiang Pengji scoffed, “Not so absolute; don’t dismiss everyone with a single swipe. Even rotten bamboo can produce good shoots.”
The system chuckled.
“With such high standards, I feel you’ll never get married in your lifetime.”
As a palace struggle system, why did it have to choose such a standard-crazed host?
Totally baffling!
She casually replied, “Then I’ll just marry whoever I think is the best. Either the best or nothing.”
Now the system was confused; under such a premise, Jiang Pengji shouldn’t hold a strong disdain for the card in her hand, right?
Seemingly sensing its doubt, Jiang Pengji continued, “Though I’m quite disgusted by it, you must admit, those led by instinct are indeed easier to deal with. This card is wicked, but if one day it’s used on a woman of unmatched beauty, with looks and figure matched with this—no man can escape. A gentle embrace, a hero’s tomb.”
The beauty trap is already powerfully effective, and with the card as support, combat power explodes!
System: “…”
Jiang Pengji raised an eyebrow, contempt casually dripping from her words, “You didn’t think I’d use it on myself, did you?”
The system awkwardly laughed a couple of times, too scared to respond directly.
If it answered affirmatively, Jiang Pengji would definitely roast it alive.
The live-stream had already ended; Jiang Pengji closed her eyes, relishing the long-awaited tranquility.
Uncertain how long had passed, a thick smell of blood wafted to her nostrils, and she suddenly opened her eyes, locking gazes with Meng Hunyun.
“Is the deed done? Has the vendetta been settled?” she asked.
Meng Hunyun was now sitting not far from her, dust from his previous bowing still clinging to his forehead, appearing somewhat pale and haggard.
Jiang Pengji further inquired, “Do you need something from me?”
Meng Hunyun struggled internally, unsure whether to speak up or not.
She saw through his thoughts immediately and said, “You’re alive; those people can live well because you’re their pillar. Meng Liang is dead, your vendetta is settled—what do you plan to do next? If you’re thinking of quietly committing suicide, allowing me to sever your head as an explanation to the Meng Clan, spare me those words; suicide is the act of a coward.”
Meng Hunyun’s face turned awkward; everything he wished to say had been said by Jiang Pengji, what more could he add?
“I asked you before whether you’d come to Liu Residence. Now, what’s your answer?” Jiang Pengji stated, “You just need to say yes or no. If you say yes, I’ll handle the rest, for the Meng Clan will soon be unable to manage itself.”
Meng Hunyun’s lips moved, his expression wavering in hesitation and struggle.
All in all, he had only known Jiang Pengji for less than a day, but… he was indeed intrigued.
“Do you wish to leave a mark in history?” Jiang Pengji leaned against a pillar, propping her right leg, her wrist resting on her right knee, turning her head to question Meng Hunyun.
His eyes widened, appearing a bit dazed.
Did he… just hear something monumental?
Leave a mark in history?
Was she talking about him?
Meng Hunyun felt as if he had caught wind of something incredibly significant.
Rationality told him he shouldn’t continue listening, but his body was terribly honest, even slightly eager.
As Jiang Pengji’s calm inquiry echoed, he felt… the blood that had been cold for so long began to warm once again, boiling to its peak!
