Chapter 181: Chapter 181

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 Du Zhu and the Empress Dowager’s Various Matters (35)

“But, I want to see the Emperor.”

This sentence, doused Mu Yanjun with cold water. His initially delighted heart became depressed.

Bai Weiwei was afraid that he would not agree, “I want to see him, otherwise how do I know he hasn’t already been killed by you?”

Now she and the little Emperor were just puppets he could manipulate at will.

They had no power to resist at all.

Mu Yanjun smiled coldly, “You are only willing to be with me because of the little Emperor?”

Bai Weiwei frowned “If not that, what else did you think it was?”

How happy Mu Yanjun was before, was how angry he was now.

His expression was like ice, “Very good, I’ll let you meet.”

Bai Weiwei lowered her eyes, and gave a sigh of relief.

Mu Yanjun suddenly said: “But you must kiss me.”

Bai Weiwei’s lashes quivered a little, she appeared somewhat panicked.

Mu Yanjun scornfully smirked, the exquisitely bewitching qualities of his visage became more obvious.

“What, won’t you?”

Bai Weiwei somewhat backed down, but he was embracing tightly her. She had no means of retreat.

She blinked a few times, “Release me.”

When Mu Yanjun thought he was rejected, he frowned unhappily. however, when he worried about forcing her too much and causing her to spit blood. He could only reluctantly free her.

Bai Weiwei pushed him away, then grabbed the corner of his garments. In her eyes intertwined a mix of embarrassment and peevishness.

“Lower your head.”

Mu Yanjun gazed at her, his eyes were a cluster of fire, that could make one nervous.

He obediently bowed his head.

Bai Weiwei plucked up her courage, and looked up. But once she saw his smoldering eyes, her courage ran away again.

“Close your eyes.”

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Suspicious Mu Yanjun: I will not close my eyes, she will immediately flee.

But he closed his eyes, regardless.

There was a still silence in the air.

Just when Mu Yanjun thought that Bai Weiwei had escaped, he suddenly felt a slightly cool soft touch on his lips, leaving a light and airy impression.

This kiss was immature and had a young girl’s unique fragrance.

She turned away with one touch.

There was no lingering love.

Mu Yanjun only felt that his heart was also kissed, leaving a deep mark.

He opened his eyes, and saw Bai Weiwei standing far away. She bowed her head, looking weak. Her fair face had a faint powder of blush.

Mu Yanjun reached out to touch his lips, as if there was still the sensation of her kiss.

【Ding, the man lead’s favorability is at 65.】

Mu Yanjun’s mood improved, “I will let him come to see you.”

With that, he turned around and left.

Bai Weiwei just straightened up and reached out to rub her neck. Feigning shyness wasn’t good for the upper spine, at every turn one must bow one’s head and make their cheeks rosy.

System: “What do you want to see the little fatty cannon fodder for?”

Bai Weiwei: “Isn’t Mu Yanjun unable to raise it? I want the little Emperor to help me get an aphrodisiac or something. Feed it to him and see if it doesn’t rise.”

The system was speechless for a moment, it could only shift the topic, “In fact, I was a bit surprised, ‘a woman does not serve a second husband’ sounds particularly loyal and unyielding.”

Bai Weiwei unconcernedly smiled, “Don’t serve a second husband, isn’t there a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth husband as well? Who decided it must be the second.”

System: “…”

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“Mother, you’re alive again?” The little fatty Emperor ran circles around her. He clung tightly to Bai Weiwei, tears streaming and flowing.

Bai Weiwei: “I never died.”

Little fatty cried, “That traitor said you were dead, there was a big funeral held for you.”

Bai Weiwei: Did they really give me a funeral?

Little fatty: “I will save you from that ruined man. I’ll let him go to the Yellow Spring Road, let him go to hell where he can be warmly welcomed.”

Bai Weiwei: “…”