Chapter 912 – Lurking for Two Years, The Situation of the World (Part 3)
“Lord, you—”
Wei Ci should have been conflicted and in pain, but he had to admit, in that fleeting moment, his heart was leaping with joy.
“Do you believe me?”
Jiang Pengji raised her hand, pinching his chin to straighten his face, leaning down to meet his gaze.
Wei Ci let out a bitter laugh, saying, “Lord, you still don’t understand—besides you, there’s no second person in the world who can make me believe like this.”
Jiang Pengji was momentarily stunned; now it was her turn to feel a thrill.
But Wei Ci, this guy, was like an ostrich; how could he let her savor the moment?
He immediately added, “Because of this, can I ask you for something?”
Without a second thought, Jiang Pengji replied, “I refuse.”
Wei Ci was pushed into a corner, “Lord, why don’t you at least listen to what it is?”
“Words coming from your mouth can either bring me joy or make me sulk; it’s fifty-fifty. You just said something to make me joyful, so the next thing will certainly not be good. Rather than hear something unpleasant, it’s better not to listen.”
Wei Ci was utterly convinced.
When had the previous emperor ever been this willful?
Wei Ci said, “You might not want to listen, but I must say this—Lord, do you really know what I want?”
Jiang Pengji replied, “Your thoughts are too sensitive and profound; I can’t guarantee I know them all, but I’m sure I can give you what you seek.”
A bitter expression crossed Wei Ci’s face as he said, “I want peace and prosperity for the world; you can indeed give that.”
Deep down, a voice whispered, but what I truly want is this person before me, right?
This was perhaps the most audacious thought Wei Ci had ever had in his life. As long as he had a shred of reason left, he wouldn’t let this terrifying thought resurface.
Jiang Pengji smiled as she asked, “A peaceful world, with all the people living in harmony? That’s something you’ve always wanted to realize, and it’s also what I hope for. But besides these, do you have any other selfish desires? Like… do you want the person right in front of you?”
Darn it, let’s first boil this frog before we talk!
Jump all you want!
Let’s see you jump again!
After hearing that, Wei Ci felt like lightning had struck him, standing frozen in place.
Not only had the other party hit upon his most hidden, sordid thoughts, but—
Wei Ci noticed something was off; instinctively, he grasped Jiang Pengji’s right hand with both of his.
The person was supporting themselves with their left hand while reaching for the belt around his waist with their right.
Unexpectedly, the other did not exert any strength, and he easily blocked her movement.
Wei Ci suddenly spoke up.
“Not now.”
As soon as he said that, he regretted it, wishing he could bite his tongue. A straightforward refusal would have been better than these five words.
Not now?
Then when should it be?
He could have firmly stepped back, but now he left an ambiguous void that provoked imagination.
After hearing his words, Jiang Pengji’s mood noticeably brightened; she smiled and leaned in closer to Wei Ci’s neck, whispering.
“Forget it—Zixiao is being proactive for once; I’ll indulge you.”
She flipped her right hand, grasping his left hand, and casually lay down beside him.
Wei Ci nervously swallowed, his throat moving a few times. He tried to withdraw slightly, but the other wouldn’t let go of his hand.
“Lord—you can’t sleep here—”
If anyone found out, even if they remained innocent, it would all be muddled up.
“Those who are pure will remain pure. Those who are unclean will remain unclean. I’m not afraid; why should you be?” Jiang Pengji opened her eyes and whimsically added, “I can wait for you for another ten years at most.”
Wei Ci was stunned, seemingly understanding something, and sadly said, “Lord, there’s no need to wait; right now—”
Jiang Pengji tilted her head, mischief glimmering in her eyes, and added, “Are you sure I don’t need to wait? Just a moment ago, you were so resistant, and now you’re eager. What I want to say is—ten years from now, if you’re still playing hard to get, I really might not be able to help but devour you. Do you know what kind of ‘eating’ I mean, Zixiao?”
Wei Ci: “”
When it comes to cheekiness, he’s not even fit to tie Jiang Pengji’s shoes.
“Why does the Lord have to fixate on me?”
Wei Ci couldn’t help but ask a narcissistic question—could it be because he was good-looking?
Jiang Pengji replied, “You just said, apart from me, there’s no second person who can make you believe like this. Then I must say, besides you, there’s no other person who makes me feel such a deep connection. I set my standards high; either none at all, or I want the best, the most suitable. I believe you’re that person.”
The room was dark, quiet all around.
Wei Ci had never felt such a flutter in his heart before; it seemed his heart was about to leap out of his throat.
All emotions were tied to one person.
The confusion that had plagued him in his past life dissolved with Jiang Pengji’s words.
This is unbelievable!
“The Lord should focus on grand ambitions. Once you reach the end, you may find that Wei Ci is just an ordinary person.”
Wei Ci’s voice carried a hint of anxiety.
Jiang Pengji secretly rolled her eyes.
Was this guy doing it on purpose? He couldn’t stand to see her happy, always saying things to make her irritated.
“If, if at that time, the Lord still doesn’t change your mind, then I—whatever you say.”
After saying that, Wei Ci laid back stiffly like a dried fish, his ears so red it was as if they could bleed.
If there was a crack in the ground, he would really want to burrow in and hide.
Jiang Pengji looked completely stunned.
Had she just triggered a hidden plot?
“But before that, Lord, you should still pay attention to the boundaries between men and women.” Wei Ci finally added a remark that dampened her spirits.
She pouted, not caring what Wei Ci said. After today, who knew when they would meet again? How could she not see him more?
After a while, Wei Ci softly asked her, “Lord, do you have any plans for these two years?”
“I’ll rest for two years and crush the Northern Border!”
“Two years later, the world will likely undergo great changes.” The changes from both past lifetimes were enormous, but Wei Ci understood the abilities of the various lords very well. For the Lord to cultivate for two years meant she couldn’t meddle in the battle over the years, leaving the forces of various lords adequate time to develop.
He said, “The Xu brothers come from a prestigious family and are both ambitious. The grain supply in Zhejiang is abundant, with geographical advantages; they are gathering talents there, and their future is promising. Yang Jian’s son, Yang Tao, may not be a threat alone, but with Yan Lin by his side, he’s not easy to deal with. With Yan Lin assisting, Yang Tao may perhaps take back the pseudo-emperor’s foundation, and his future is limitless. And there’s Huang Song; the Lord is acquainted with his brother, but—”
Before Wei Ci could finish, Jiang Pengji snorted coldly, saying, “Sharpening the knife doesn’t delay cutting wood; what are we afraid of? Once we handle the Northern Border, we’ll return and deal with them. Don’t talk about two years; even twenty years, we’ll make them cry for their mothers!”
Jiang Pengji’s forces were concentrated in the northern lands, all surrounded by tough opponents. Once she handled the Northern Border, she would be in a critical state of weakness, quite possibly targeted by a few neighboring allies.
But would she be afraid of this?
Come at me, I’ll take on one; send two, I’ll take them both!
