Chapter 1586 – Endless Banter
Banter is one thing, but when the Empress truly faced Yang Si, not even a fart could escape her.
“I greet the Messenger.”
Right from the start, the Empress performed a grand gesture towards Yang Si, quaking with fear, looking all pitiful, making Yang Si think he must be terrifying.
“Do you know why I summoned you?”
Yang Si’s gaze was as cold as water. He didn’t intentionally exert pressure, yet the Empress found him daunting; it was like being in high school, playing with her phone by the window, while the homeroom teacher stood outside, casting a chilling look at the back of her head, sending shivers up her spine.
“Is it about the unspoken rules?” The Empress was so flustered that her mind went blank, completely tense. Upon realizing what she had just said, she quickly corrected herself, “I mean, I didn’t mean that. What I meant was… I, I don’t know why the Messenger called me here…”
Yang Si listened with an indifferent expression as the Empress awkwardly switched between “this servant,” “I,” and “this little servant.”
The Empress was way too nervous; as a young man who had just graduated from high school and barely spent two months in university, he blushed talking to girls. Behind a screen, he could say all sorts of flirty lines, but face-to-face he couldn’t even let out a peep, all weak and pathetic.
Yang Si noticed this and simply stood up, walking right in front of the Empress.
Afraid to make eye contact, she slightly lowered her head, staring at Yang Si’s socks, secretly thinking, “Hey, there’s even no foot odor?”
Unaware of the Empress’s inner chatter, Yang Si, in front of five hundred thousand idle viewers, lightly touched the nape of her neck with two fingers. Sure enough, there was a bluish tattoo there. Before she could react, the Empress jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
The live chat exploded, and far away in Zhanjiang, Jiang Pengji also wore a “death stare” directed at Yang Si.
“What… what are you doing?” The Empress grasped her collar with one hand and covered her nape with the other, cheeks flushed, eyes slightly red, perfectly dressed like a married woman, yet displaying a hint of innocent shyness, “You really dare to impose unspoken rules on me!”
Yang Si looked at his fingers in confusion, then let out a chuckle.
“Whether you’re a man or a woman is still up in the air, and I’m the one imposing unspoken rules on you?” Yang Si wasn’t a fool. Connecting the odd tone and context in which the Empress mentioned “unspoken rules” multiple times, he pretty much guessed what it implied—it was most likely something intimate.
Though things had settled down now, Yang Si had been around the block, so he had seen his fair share of all shapes and sizes.
His taste couldn’t be that poor to fall for a married woman, right?
“Out with it. Why are you sneaking into Yang Tao’s residence?”
The more someone usually loves to joke around, the more imposing their serious demeanor becomes.
The Empress, looking at such a Yang Si, nearly burst into tears, especially with a dagger resting at her throat.
“Wha- what are you doing? I didn’t provoke you!”
Yang Si sneered, spitting out two words that made the Empress freeze.
“Mountain Spirit.”
The Empress knelt to the ground, with Yang Si’s dagger grazing her neck, revealing the noticeable bluish tattoo at the nape.
“This should be the mark when a Mountain Spirit possesses a mortal, right?” Yang Si’s fingers brushed against the skin; it didn’t feel raised or anything strange, as if it had emerged from within instead of being forced from without. “I can’t control how your kind runs wild; your fellow did me a favor before, and I won’t harm you in light of that. But you must explain your purpose for being in Yang Tao’s residence. Don’t you know he wishes to surrender to my lord? If anything happens now, it could create endless ripples.”
Both the Empress and the idle viewers in the chat were startled by this twist.
Truly, crossovers aren’t for the faint-hearted; these ancient folks are all clever, while Yang Si seemed more like a wild spirit.
Driven by a desperate will to survive, the Empress stammered, “I mean no harm. I’m still lost here; I’m just a big man, and I haven’t even landed a girlfriend yet, and here I am being treated like a baby bottle by some child… I’m truly at a loss. I’m not a wet nurse!”
If she had known it would turn out like this, she might as well have stayed at her computer playing her games instead of being treated like a child’s plaything.
Yang Si: “…”
With the dagger released, the Empress looked like a good housewife forced into this situation, making Yang Si’s head ache.
“I have encountered three Mountain Spirits in total: the first could build ships, the second excels at stitching wounds, what can you do?”
Faced with such raw questions, the Empress’s fragile heart shattered.
With a thud, she knelt down with a pained expression, “I admit they are all big shots, but I’m just a newbie; however, my baby-feeding skills are top-notch, I can handle all four types of milks. If you’re on my team, I can help you rank up twelve stages.”
Yang Si: “…”
“Twelve stages?” He mulled over the Empress’s words, frowning, “I’m just an ordinary person; I can’t cultivate for ascension.”
He also caught the drift, “Mountain Spirits” seem to have levels; the first two were likely accomplished in something, but this one… could probably be bullied even by Yang Tao’s son. Thinking of this, Yang Si found it rather uninteresting.
However, this “Mountain Spirit” seemed innocent enough; perhaps he could extract some intel?
With that thought, Yang Si’s stomach rumbled loudly.
“Wasn’t it said that Mountain Spirits rarely show up in the mortal realm? Why are you appearing one after another to possess mortals?”
Cold sweat trickled down the Empress’s face, biting her lip, unsure how to respond; if she answered incorrectly, it could cost her later.
Yang Si was sharp; lying was nearly impossible to pull off against him.
One was fishing for information, the other was anxious and fearful, and it was even easier for Yang Si to glean information from her than to eat or drink. In no time, he learned that “Mountain Spirits” don’t show up in groups but manifest once every seven days, possessing one living creature at random.
“Among millions of living beings, why have I encountered three Mountain Spirits in just a few months?”
With a bitter face, the Empress replied, “Probably because you’re too lucky…”
It truly was a stroke of bad luck running into Yang Si for the Empress, especially in her current predicament, it felt like pure misfortune.
Yang Si asked, “When did you possess this person?”
The Empress glanced at the time, saying, “An hour ago.”
Every seven days, they possess one individual for six hours; Yang Si mentally noted the timing and pattern.
“I won’t pry if you wish to walk among mortals; however, please remember this piece of advice,” Yang Si’s expression grew cold.
“What advice?”
Yang Si said, “Do not engage in actions that harm my lord or hinder his ambitions.”
The Empress fell silent.
Never would she have thought that this little Jiang would have a loyal dog trait.
The streamer truly was an enviable woman.
Yang Si sneered, “The tattoo on your neck cannot be concealed after possession, right?”
The Empress looked bewildered, not understanding what Yang Si was talking about.
Yang Si: “…”
Were his threats just air?
