Chapter 1477 – Cutting Down Nie Liang, Attacking Yang Tao, Aiming for the World (Seventeen)
“That’s truly a pity; I was looking forward to seeing your jealous expression.” Jiang Pengji smiled, “You’re always so unflappable. Even daughters occasionally feel insecure. Sometimes I wonder, does Zixiao’s affection for me stem from a subject’s loyalty to a sovereign or a man’s admiration for a woman? But Zixiao doesn’t seem inclined to ease my mind on this.”
Wei Ci closed his eyes, then opened them again, his gaze still clear and bright.
He knew this woman too well; she wouldn’t be so wishy-washy about feelings—he understood that from their past life.
If she were like an ordinary woman falling in love, she wouldn’t be the Emperor he knew.
Jiang Pengji found his steady stare a bit embarrassing and cleared her throat lightly.
“Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. I simply wanted to see your jealous reaction, but you can’t even give me that.”
Wei Ci admitted, “Of course, jealousy exists; it’s only natural. Why does the Lord think that I don’t possess the emotions a normal man should have?”
Jiang Pengji replied, “Perhaps it’s because… of the position?”
Wei Ci: “…”
The stowaway viewers watching their dialogue suddenly felt thousands of points of critical damage.
Are you two really going to talk about such things in front of five million idle viewers? Don’t you feel any guilt?
Genius Guo Fengxiao: Hmm, I wonder what kind of position those two are in when they harmonize?
Stowaway Non-Money: Warning 404 upstairs! We’re currently in a clean web, cracking down on indecency, so watch yourselves.
The idle viewers rolled their eyes; this livestream was fine airing such steamy content, while the crackdown on indecency wouldn’t touch this.
Besides…
Night God Wind Madness: Wait, it’s the streamer causing the ruckus here. Shouldn’t the 404 warning be directed at her?
They were just idle viewers eavesdropping, not only getting fed the streamer’s dog food but also getting caught in a 404 collateral damage—so pathetic.
Jiang Pengji stated, “Is Zixiao returning to seek my displeasure?”
Wei Ci honestly replied, “I’m just concerned that Nie Liang’s words might hurt the Lord.”
Jiang Pengji remarked, “There’s truly nothing to worry about. For you and Wen Zheng, this might be a matter of dishonor, but for me, it’s trivial. Nie Liang is pouring all his effort to retaliate, but it’s like smashing into cotton; I almost feel sorry for him. Zixiao, let me tell you something: I was once shockingly beautiful—ten times more stunning than Liu Xi, great figure and all. People who liked me were as numerous as the seas. I recall this delusional guy who lived in my complex, just above me, married with children. After one encounter, he spent his days fantasizing that I liked him and was madly in love.”
She rarely mentioned her past life, and Wei Ci listened intently.
Knowing she was harassed by such a strange fellow made Wei Ci uneasy.
“And then? Did he offend the Lord?”
“No way! If he harmed me, I’d rather kneel before the Old Commander that die of shame.” Jiang Pengji waved her hand dismissively, “This guy was crazy, claiming I adored him, posting my image online, and passionately declaring his love, as if I was head over heels for him. Strangely enough, his wife was even weirder; she cried and complained to me several times, asking me not to seduce her husband.”
Wei Ci frowned, “Those two must have lost their minds?”
Jiang Pengji shrugged, “Not lost their minds, but definitely off their rocker. My patience has its limits; I gave them a good thrashing and hung them from the 160th floor for two days. To avoid trouble from public opinion, I used some military-grade invisibility fluid and soundproofing gear on them. Then I got a lawyer involved and had them committed to the mental hospital for a few days.”
Jiang Pengji wasn’t from a mainstream military academy; she believed in using force.
At that time, she was a covert genetic warrior, ready for dangerous missions, which meant her identity could not be casually revealed, let alone having her image plastered publicly. Because of this incident, she got scolded by her superior.
Outraged, she directed her ire at that couple.
Since everything was kept secret, she escaped unscathed; otherwise, she would have definitely faced formal reprimands.
She said, “If I encountered such oddballs, Nie Liang is just a minor annoyance.”
Wei Ci: “…”
Just as Jiang Pengji was about to take pride in her “glorious deeds,” the Old Commander sent a private message.
“Your Dad: Hanging someone from the 160th floor?”
Jiang Pengji responded, “I provided them with oxygen patches and warmers; they wouldn’t die from cold or lack of air up there.”
“Your Dad: …”
“Though it violated military law, I wasn’t part of the military structure at the time. I had clean hands and feet; no one could snag me on anything.”
The Old Commander’s feelings were complex.
She was like a homeroom teacher, casually recounting her mischievous student days to her former pupils.
Such a cheeky student couldn’t possibly be one she trained.
The Old Commander was questioning life, and Wei Ci felt similarly tangled in emotions.
He suddenly realized the world Jiang Pengji lived in during her past life was unlike anything he could envisage, and that environment shaped her carefree nature.
While he and others were indignantly riled up by Nie Liang’s retaliation, she seemed completely unfazed.
He couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.
The Lord wouldn’t let feelings make her anxious, but he would.
Especially as he recognized how monumental the chasm between their worldviews was, his unease deepened.
Instead of this, perhaps it would be better to maintain a distance like in the past life; that might be easier.
Human nature is so greedy; once you taste a bit of sweetness, you long for more and desire closeness.
Sometimes Wei Ci would scorn this version of himself—hesitant and uneasy—it was downright irritating.
Just as Wei Ci was lost in thought, a shadow fell above him; it was Jiang Pengji coming closer.
“I initially wanted to see you jealous, but now that I’ve seen it, I feel sorry for you; isn’t this self-torture?”
Jiang Pengji used to be rather clueless, or perhaps unreasonably dull with feelings, rarely considering others.
Yet after years interacting with the idle viewers, she had inadvertently changed a lot.
“Were you just uneasy, Zixiao? Can you tell me why?”
Wei Ci naturally didn’t want to express those thoughts; they were too difficult to voice.
However, everything she wanted, aimed for, and desired, he never knew how to refuse.
“Am I dreaming, wondering if there’s any chance to unilaterally monopolize the person in front of me?”
In their past life, he wouldn’t have dared to think this way. Back then, he often hypocritically urged her to select outstanding men secretly for the palace.
The Emperor couldn’t have only one consort; that was truly dangerous and politically unwise.
Favoring one person too much increases the likelihood of that person’s family gaining undue influence.
Historically, powerful families meddling in politics were never a good thing.
Jiang Pengji smiled, “Zixiao wants me to dig out my heart and eyes to show you who stands inside?”
