Chapter 337 – Ten Miles of Red Bridal Veil (10)
“Preserve her?”
When she becomes the true “national disaster beauty,” and everyone wants to feast on her flesh and drink her blood?
Hui Jun fell silent, her sparkling eyes reflecting a complex mix of emotions.
She didn’t want to believe such a wonderful promise, yet her heart betrayed her reason in that instant.
Jiang Pengji added, “I’ve said, this is a fair transaction. I invest my energy in you, allowing you to enjoy riches and fame, and you help me achieve my goal. Once it’s accomplished, I’ll naturally take responsibility to keep you safe and sound.”
Due to Jiang Pengji’s ridiculously sweet promise, the live stream chat quickly changed its style.
Earlier, everyone was gushing over Hui Jun’s stunning beauty, and now they were cheering Jiang Pengji with ‘666’.
【Drunken Slicing of White Serpent Soup】: Su Su Su Su sweet as fried dough, streamer, do you need additions to your harem, like someone who’s graduated college and can code?
【I Love the Great God Yun Ji】: The streamer is truly impressive, broad-minded, and even through the screen, I feel like I’m being conquered.
【Time Slips Through Fingers】: #CoveringMyFace, I think so too. The streamer clearly isn’t flirting, but it feels like I’m being flirted with.
【Delicate Secret Protection Lock】: Although I think the streamer is just seriously fulfilling her contractual obligations, it’s really quite charming.
【Doraemon the Dreamer】: Ah, throughout history, there have been countless cases of women causing chaos for their own goals, only to burn bridges after achieving them. They should learn from our streamer. Just think of those guys slinging blame at the enchanting beauties, I’d still choose the streamer.
Silver and gold exchanged, fair trade, guarantee of both parties’ interests, adherence to the contract—what a refreshing atmosphere.
Of course, among the 150,000 viewers, some people still looked down on Jiang Pengji.
【I Wish to Become an Immortal】: #PickingMyNose, empty promises that don’t manifest are just hot air; who knows how she’ll burn bridges later on?
【A Pair of Chopsticks】: What sweet as fried dough? I feel second-hand embarrassment; I just find it disgusting and contrived. Only a fool would believe it.
【Three Squirrels Snacks】: To you upstairs, just because you can’t do it, doesn’t mean the streamer can’t. Here’s a line for you—what she says is a promise, but your malicious speculations are the real deal? Your faces are as big as basins! I don’t know if the streamer is charming, but I know she’s very responsible and broad-minded. Also, someone daring enough to aim for the throne can’t possibly fail to protect one woman, right?
Hui Jun had no idea that there were viewers watching the live stream, nor did she know their remarks; she wasn’t a fool, yet she chose to believe.
“Since you’ve said so, then I shall wait for Young Master’s arrival in the Upper Sun Palace.”
Before that, she needed to live well, more gracefully than anyone else.
“Good.”
Jiang Pengji appraised Hui Jun’s appearance carefully.
These cards did not take effect instantaneously; there was a period of transition where changes gradually occurred on the user’s original appearance. The first to take effect were cards that enhanced temperament and made slight adjustments, and now Hui Jun possessed an enchanting aura in her every move, with eyes that drew people in with their depth and allure—if caught unprepared, one could easily be captivated by her.
“First, cover your appearance with a veil; once the bastard younger sister and Wu Ma Jun have a fortunate union, you can seek your opportunity and act.”
Hui Jun nodded, “I will remember it well.”
As long as she secured Wu Ma Jun’s favor, Hui Jun believed she would find a chance to get close to the Emperor.
Jiang Pengji recalled a certain detail and reminded Hui Jun to avoid future taboos that could lead to danger.
“Your looks bear a striking resemblance to the Emperor’s ideal beauty. Utilize this point well; it might be your weapon. If you can replace that beauty, even better.” Jiang Pengji smiled coldly as she spoke to Hui Jun, “Of course, you don’t need to mimic her behavior. After all, substitutes can never truly replace the original. You must become another ideal beauty, a beloved darling, to gradually erase everything the Emperor remembers of the previous one. How to do this, you’re smart enough to figure out yourself.”
“Ideal beauty?”
Hui Jun was puzzled, not understanding what this term meant.
“Someone cherished, yet unattainable. Or rather, someone who was obtained but must be given up for certain reasons.”
Hui Jun’s eyes widened in surprise.
In the eyes of the common people, the Emperor was the omnipotent figure in the world—could there really be someone he cherished yet could not have?
“By the way, after you enter the palace, remember to secretly investigate the ‘Wang Family,’ the late Wang Guifei—she was the mother of the fourth prince, Wu Ma Jun.”
Hui Jun quietly kept these points in mind.
Tilting her head with a questioning gaze, she asked, “What kind of temperament does the Emperor’s ‘ideal beauty’ have?”
Jiang Pengji pondered for a moment and replied, “Probably someone who can’t breathe without a man, a fragile woman.”
“I understand now.”
Since that ideal beauty was a tender fairy, she would take on a bold and fiery persona, transforming into a beguiling enchantress.
After sorting out Hui Jun’s matters, she rummaged through her little treasure chest, picking out quite a few good items for Xun Mei as her dowry.
While listing them, the door was slightly pushed open by Ta Xue, who bowed and said, “Young Master, the second young lady requests an audience.”
The second young lady? That bastard younger sister?
Jiang Pengji furrowed her brows; she searched through Liu Xi’s memories but could only find a vague childhood figure.
Though they lived in the same house, Jiang Pengji had nearly zero contact with Liu Xi and hadn’t seen this legendary second young lady since coming here, and shortly thereafter, she went to study in Langya, never encountering the fabled Liu Residence’s second young lady.
“Let her in.”
Jiang Pengji tidied up her desk, and shortly after, soft footsteps and the rustle of fabric came from behind the screen.
Upon seeing this second young lady’s face, a smile suddenly appeared on her face.
She finally understood what Liu Zhi was up to, and why she insisted on marrying this second young lady to Wu Ma Jun.
“Please sit; there’s no need to stand on ceremony.”
Jiang Pengji casually said, and the second young lady obediently sat down, looking at Jiang Pengji who hadn’t spoken for a long time, her eyes timid, as if she had been bullied. The two of them just stared at each other, neither willing to break the silence first.
In the end, it was the second young lady who couldn’t hold back any longer.
Nervously twisting her napkin, she bit her lip, “Xi Ge’er, little sister has come today… with a request.”
“What is it?”
“Little sister is about to marry into the royal family, but her mother still has no official title…”
Jiang Pengji interrupted her, “And then?”
“Could Xi Ge’er write a letter to Father? Little sister feels very awkward in the residence… If entering the strict royal family, someone brings up the matter of her mother, wouldn’t it be a loss of face for both Father and Xi Ge’er?”
Jiang Pengji narrowed her eyes, studying this second young lady.
Whether this was heartfelt or feigned, the sincerity and deceit in her words could not escape Jiang Pengji’s eyes.
“You can marry into the royal family entirely thanks to Father’s status; what does your mother’s official title have to do with it? Is it really that important whether she has one in the residence?”
