Chapter 1072 – What Exactly Is Your Background? (Part 5)
Jiang Pengji quickly noticed something odd about Wei Ci.
While secretly observing Wei Ci’s profile, she absentmindedly stroked the fluffy black-and-white meatball, wondering how long he could keep it up.
As it turns out, Wei Ci was indeed a closed book, with thoughts that were both plentiful and intricate; if not confronted, he could carry on like nothing was amiss.
“Zixiao, at this rate, you’ll turn into a ninja turtle—”
Jiang Pengji couldn’t help but tease Wei Ci with the audience’s lingo.
Wei Ci could keep secrets with others, but there was no need to hide them from her, especially when they concerned her.
Wei Ci lay upright on the bed, covered with a blanket that smelled of soap beans. They were positioned just the right distance apart; he could feel the warmth radiating from her. With such a hot furnace beside him, how could he possibly sleep?
Hearing Jiang Pengji’s voice made him snap back to reality, wearing a slightly confused expression.
Though he didn’t know what “ninja turtle” was, he felt it couldn’t possibly be anything good.
“If there are questions, just ask. You already know my biggest secret; would I really withhold the little ones?”
Jiang Pengji chuckled, prompting him to ask softly, “What does the Lord think of the matter of Longyang?”
The topic was a leap too far; even Jiang Pengji couldn’t guess what was troubling Wei Ci about it.
“Longyang? You mean love between men?”
Jiang Pengji lifted the black-and-white meatball from her abdomen to prevent it from suffocating in the blankets.
That little fluff let out a soft whimper, lazily lying between them, its tiny head tilting from side to side, seemingly watching secretively.
“Exactly,” Wei Ci replied, “Does the Lord have any aversion to it?”
Jiang Pengji said, “Feelings have nothing to do with gender; I’m not that rigid.”
Wei Ci let out an “oh”, his expression becoming increasingly strange and reserved. Jiang Pengji had a foreboding sense.
Because it was Wei Ci, Jiang Pengji didn’t want to beat around the bush; instead, she decided to be straightforward.
With a smile, she commanded, “In my capacity as your Lord, I order you to speak freely; no omissions.”
Wei Ci’s lips moved, his gaze locking onto hers. After a while, he finally stammered, “The Lord’s noble demeanor is rare in this world, difficult to find. Such a carefree spirit is also exceedingly uncommon among men, let alone women—your past life…”
He couldn’t finish his thought.
But Jiang Pengji understood completely.
“You suspect that I was a man in my past life? So, that’s why you asked about my views on Longyang?”
Wei Ci’s expression darkened as he nodded solemnly.
“Zixiao, you’re so adorably precious!”
Jiang Pengji grinned as she playfully pushed Wei Ci back onto the bed, half her body pressing against him.
“What if I actually was a man?”
Wei Ci said, “If so, then I could understand why the previous Emperor was so averse to having children.”
To be a man and then reborn as a daughter, not only having to submit to others but also having to bear children like a woman—
Surprisingly, Wei Ci felt not rejection but sympathy for Jiang Pengji.
Jiang Pengji burst into laughter, though she stifled it against Wei Ci’s embrace to avoid attracting the attention of the night watchmen.
“Your imagination is even scarier than a black hole! Is this a form of repressed desire?” Jiang Pengji suppressed her laughter, her eyes welling with tears as she said, “The aversion to childbirth isn’t because of that. In my past life, childbirth wasn’t just a woman’s issue—”
Wei Ci blinked in surprise.
Could it be that in the Lord’s past life, men carried the pregnancy for ten months?
Images of himself with a pregnant belly flashed through his mind, his expression changing from pale to flushed.
“Of course, it’s not a man’s job either.” Jiang Pengji enjoyed his reaction before continuing, “Men contribute the essence, women provide the eggs; when combined, they create a fetus, which is then placed in special instruments. Once the baby is fully developed, it’s born. The whole process doesn’t require women to provide a womb or spend months carrying the child. This practice would be against the law.”
Wei Ci listened, dumbfounded.
What Jiang Pengji described was like an otherworldly myth, filled with unknown allure.
“Th-that sounds utterly fantastical—But wouldn’t such a method contravene the natural order?”
Wei Ci couldn’t even process that scenario, let alone grasp the idea of a woman’s pregnancy being illegal—
He wouldn’t dare dream up such things!
Jiang Pengji smiled as she explained the reasoning.
Wei Ci was enthralled, trying to glean from her sparse words insights into her world and past.
Only now did he understand why the previous Emperor and the current Lord were so staunch in promoting female dominance.
The more he understood, the heavier his heart felt.
He suddenly dreaded recalling and probing deeper—
What emotions did the previous Emperor have when giving birth to Fushou?
After all, for her, having Changsheng was already enough; Fushou’s existence felt unnecessary.
“Let’s sleep; if we don’t, we won’t be able to rest when dawn breaks.”
Jiang Pengji gently rested her hand on his waist, their heads on the same pillow, resembling intimate lovers.
The black-and-white meatball sandwiched between them, feeling the silence, gave a low whimper before settling down to sleep.
To outsiders, the scene appeared warm and tranquil.
But for the subsystem caught at the eye of the storm, every second felt like an eternity.
Had Jiang Pengji not acquired that knife, while she could still have taken down the subsystem, it would’ve hurt her as well; facing the system body later would have been anyone’s guess. This was also why Jiang Pengji contained the subsystem—a twofold purpose: avoid alerting the snake in the grass and maintain cautiousness.
Now that she possessed something capable of slaying virtual beings, her worries had vanished, leaving the subsystem in danger.
Jiang Pengji cherished her time alone with Wei Ci, which is why she didn’t rush to settle accounts with the subsystem.
As dawn broke outside, Jiang Pengji opened her eyes, quietly slipping out from under the covers without disturbing anyone.
By the time she returned to her quarters, the sun was already up.
As if nothing had happened, Jiang Pengji went about her routine: washing up, brushing her teeth, changing clothes, then headed to the training grounds for some morning practice.
“The Lord has arrived—”
Li Yun, shirtless and showcasing his strong, muscular physique, was glistening with sweat.
In the audience’s lingo, it was as if this little angel had evolved into a moving hormone.
While Jiang Pengji was live-streaming, Li Yun’s appearance certainly didn’t escape the frenzied eyes of the onlookers.
The comments exploded with phrases like “Little angel’s muscles are amazing!” and “So mighty!” along with “Let me touch it, just a little bite,” and such. One couldn’t help but wonder—if a virtual touch feature were implemented, would Li Yun’s integrity, muscles, and dignity survive?
Jiang Pengji sighed—
The world was in decline, and human hearts were no longer as pure.
“Alright, I’ll practice a bit so my skills don’t rust.”
Li Yun noticed the brand-new weapon in Jiang Pengji’s hand, squinting at it with keen eyes.
Just looking at it, he felt the blade’s aura; it must be a superb weapon!
“When did the Lord acquire such a treasure? How about practicing together, test the might of this thing?”
