The Overbearing Empress Fell for Me?!
Let’s be real here.
When Ouyang heard the title of this book, his heart shook a bit; he was itching to find out what it was about.
“Why such a name, though?”
Little Jiang hugged her knees, curious as a cat.
Hadn’t heard of any empress from Nine Heavens and Ten Earths before. Was Brother Li’s story really ancient, just like the teacher said?
“Why did you pick such a name?”
Ying Bing slightly narrowed her phoenix-like eyes.
She picked up a cup again, brewed some tea, and took a sip.
“Ah, that involves professional knowledge.”
Li Mo felt a bit thirsty.
When someone’s pretending to be smart, they aren’t exactly running at full capacity.
He casually took Ying Bing’s cup and took a sip from it.
Ying Bing gaped slightly.
But right after, Li Mo said:
“Question time! For a bestselling work, what’s the most important thing?”
“A… a good story?”
Jiang Chulong whispered, and as soon as she said it, she noticed Brother Li was looking at her, so she shyly buried her head.
“Not quite right.”
Li Mo chuckled and ruffled her hair.
“It definitely has to have enough zest… enough rich and colorful content.”
Ouyang felt he was quite the authority on this.
Who doesn’t love a good illustrated book among the disciples of the sect?
If it weren’t for the laws of Da Yu, he would have already become a big shot!
“Content only decides if the audience likes the book after they read it.”
Li Mo shook his head:
“If no one is attracted to it in the first place, no matter how good the content is, it won’t be seen.”
“So for a bestselling work, the most important thing is… to catch the eye!”
“With an engaging title, you grab the audience’s attention the fastest!”
Ouyang: “!”
It was like a thunderbolt in his heart.
No wonder Brother Li picked such a strange title.
Weird name or not, it definitely piqued his interest!
“One clever remark from you is worth a decade’s worth of paint!”
“Flattery, flattery.”
“Come on, Li Mo, spill the beans! If I can’t hear it, I might not sleep a wink tonight.”
“Alright then.”
Smack—
Li Mo tried to bang his hand on the table but missed the crucial spot.
Instead, he grabbed an oversized doll next to Ying Bing and whacked it against the tea table.
Ying Bing: “?”
Her delicate brows furrowed a bit, but seeing Li Mo so spirited, she didn’t say anything.
“So, in a world where the righteous and the evil clash, and when the winds rise and clouds roll, there lies a force standing alone… and that is…”
The not-so-naming-gifted Little Li paused for effect.
He stole a glance at the ice chunk before continuing:
“Snow Moon Palace!”
“There’s an empress in Snow Moon Palace, as clear as the cold moon, resembling a celestial being, unmatched in the world.”
“However, the reason Snow Moon Palace can stand at the peak of all is her godly and demonic strength.”
“Her name is Liu Wuyan!”
Jiang Chulong clapped excitedly, then subconsciously glanced at the girl next to her.
She couldn’t shake off the feeling that Ice Sister was a bit like this character.
Not just a bit…
A strange feeling stirred in Ying Bing’s heart.
Aside from the name, wasn’t this her past self?
Ouyang’s interest deepened, and he asked:
“Brother Li, how did you come up with such an interesting character?”
Li Mo took another sip of tea:
“Art comes from life.”
“Life…”
Ouyang glanced at Ying Bing.
Hmm.
That made a lot of sense.
“Anyway, this Liu Wuyan has stood alone in Snow Moon Palace for a long time, high and cold, with a single hobby—visiting a rarely tread forgotten mountain to enjoy the snow.”
“One day, she dressed in ordinary clothes and went to the back mountain all alone.”
“But she found an unexpected guest.”
“He is Jiang Chen, an ordinary disciple of Snow Moon Palace, gentle and warm-hearted…”
“Someone asked him to deliver a letter to the lady here.”
Li Mo eloquently painted the background, drawing the listeners in.
At the start, someone tried to send the male lead to his doom by tricking him into delivering a letter.
And it just so happened, that letter was a love letter!
Everyone knows Liu Wuyan despises love with a passion!
Unbeknownst to Jiang Chen, who had seen this lofty empress, he was delivering a love letter right into her hands!
“Whew!”
Ouyang got a chill down his spine.
Just this opening alone sent shivers through him—it made him want to know how the story unfolded.
This was quite the roller-coaster ride!
His previous illustrated books only had illustrations, no plot whatsoever.
If his art combined with such a story… who would still want to read mundane novels?
Jiang Chulong’s eyes sparkled from behind the curtain, clearly captivated by the plot.
Ying Bing blinked a little too lost in thought.
A… love letter?
If she had received a love letter when she was in the palace, from just the first two words, the messenger would have been dead before he even got another word out—how the heck would that plot progress?
Wouldn’t the male lead be dead before the first act even began?
Ying Bing glanced up only to see the young man with his warm demeanor laughing and talking.
She found herself inadvertently combining him with the male lead in her mind.
Maybe, just maybe, she could listen to a few excuses…?
“After the first letter delivery, Liu Wuyan didn’t k*ll him.”
“The mastermind behind the scenes saw their scheme fail and wrote even more explicit and passionate letters.”
“As Jiang Chen delivered letter after letter, Liu Wuyan discovered someone was pulling strings.”
“So, one day, to play along with the scheme, she actually wall-slammed Jiang Chen… and accepted the confession!”
“Wow…” Jiang Chulong touched her flushed cheeks.
Ouyang: “!”
This storyline was utterly gripping.
He wanted to paint the stories vividly, but now all he focused on was how to hear the rest of it.
If he suddenly stopped, he feared he’d go through withdrawal!
“Accepted… the confession?!”
Ying Bing glanced elsewhere, apparently hearing nothing of it.
Her curled fingers tightly clutched her skirt, revealing that the Phoenix Sky Empress was far from calm inside.
Listening intently, Ice Chunk…
Just as the story was reaching its climax.
Creek—
The carriage suddenly lurched to a stop.
“Ambush!”
Outside, Xu Zhiqing’s voice rang out.
Instantly, the atmosphere inside the carriage froze.
“Looks like I can only talk about this much for now.”
Li Mo laughed helplessly and frowned.
He honestly didn’t expect to be cut off at such a crucial moment.
Who had the guts to ambush the Qingyuan Sect’s caravan?
Even a plot twist like this could happen.
Fuming, Ouyang rolled up his sleeves and dashed outside.
“Which dog’s day is it?!”
