TFSRITA Chapter 98

Some things just don’t need to exist anymore.

After all, she was now married to Ji Yechen, and he had entrusted her with handling government affairs, so this was no longer necessary; most of what she needed was in her mind.

Soon, the wedding matron arrived, her red-painted lips forming an exaggerated smile as she said in a sharp voice, “Oh, Your Majesty, the Emperor himself has come to escort you! Quickly, cover your head; it’s time to go!”

Yan Qing was stunned. Did he come in person?

As Emperor, he didn’t need to come in person to the wedding procession. It was too dangerous and too far!

She lowered her eyes, watching the crowd gather around her. Just before the veil covered her face, she saw the envy on their faces.

“The Emperor came! How wonderful!”

“I thought he wouldn’t come, but it turns out the Empress and His Majesty do care deeply for each other.”

“Our Emperor is truly unprecedented!”

The whispered chatter of the young ladies reached Yan Qing’s ears, and her red lips pursed slightly, feeling a bit moved.

The wedding matron’s warm voice rang out again, brisk and full of energy, “Here, Your Majesty, hold this for good luck and peace.”

“When you bid farewell to the Prime Minister, Your Majesty, make sure not to cry, or it’ll ruin your makeup. Think of happy things instead.”

“Your Majesty…”

The sharp voices echoed in her mind, and Yan Qing felt a headache coming on, the momentary emotion she’d felt completely dissipating. With all the noise, even if she wanted to feel sorrowful, she couldn’t.

Besides, she didn’t feel sorrowful.

After bidding farewell to the Prime Minister and listening to the officiant’s long, formal speech, Yan Qing felt a warm hand clasp hers firmly. Together, they left the Prime Minister’s residence and climbed into the sedan chair, which carried her steadily to the palace.

As she sat in the chair, listening to the drums and gongs outside, she finally felt like she was getting married.

“Sigh…” Yan Qing let out a soft sigh.

Outside the sedan chair, Grandma Qian and Zhu Yin lifted the curtain, anxiously asking, “Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?”

Yan Qing blinked, unable to see anything through the veil, and shook her head.

The curtain fell back down, and the brief burst of light faded.

Looking at her hands, Yan Qing suddenly felt she was being overly sentimental.

The person she was marrying was handsome, the Emperor of the land, and willing to indulge her; she was surrounded by palace maids and eunuchs, and her father, the Prime Minister, provided her with her ultimate security. So why was she sighing? What was there to be discontented about?

Yan Qing asked herself this.

She thought about it in the sedan chair, and in the end, she realized her discontent stemmed from the moment she’d nearly brought about her downfall, and Ji Yechen had almost strangled her. Becoming a noble consort, or even the Empress, hadn’t been her choice.

However, in this era, she couldn’t overturn imperial power.

And, for now, she had no reason to. She was here to support the Emperor.

She and Ji Yechen were supposed to be mutually beneficial.

Once she convinced herself, when the sedan chair finally stopped and the curtain was lifted, revealing a tall, upright figure and a pair of captivating eyes before her, along with an outstretched hand.

She steadily placed her small hand into his.

In an instant, it was gripped tightly, so firmly she couldn’t break free.

She shifted slightly, and immediately a low, threatening voice sounded in her ear, “Don’t move, or I’ll carry you in my arms!”

Yan Qing gritted her teeth and pinched his waist with her free hand.

“Hiss—” Ji Yechen gasped, silently complaining. She didn’t hold back!

But after that little pinch, she didn’t resist anymore, following along obediently, performing all the rituals as required. When the ceremonies were complete, Ji Yechen handed her the Phoenix Seal, his gaze filled with anticipation.

The figure before him was still veiled, and he couldn’t see her expression, but he saw her fair hands extend to receive the seal.

“All hail His Majesty! All hail Her Majesty, the Empress!” As soon as she took the seal, every official present, including the Prime Minister, bowed deeply.

Yan Qing smiled, turning to Ji Yechen and saying, “I want to attend court.”

Ji Yechen also smiled and nodded gently, “Alright.”

He had said before, that as long as she stayed by his side, she could have whatever she wanted!

As for love?

Ji Yechen didn’t care; she was here by his side, after all.

[The last mission was completed excellently. As a beginner’s mission, there’s a special reward: you can either enter the prize pool and draw a golden finger skill, or you can copy a skill you’ve already encountered. Would you like to draw or copy directly?]

Yan Qing looked at the prize pool, filled with countless abilities, from trivial ones—permanently having thick, shiny black hair—to extraordinary ones—the skills of the legendary painter Ma Liang.

This prize pool was incredible!

But Yan Qing was a cautious person, and her luck was usually poor. If she drew, she’d likely end up with something trivial, and… she asked carefully, “Does this happen every time a mission is completed?”

[Only for the first beginner mission.]

Yan Qing replied decisively, “Then I’ll copy the Spirit Spring.”

[Copying golden finger skill—Spirit Spring. Copy progress: 1%, 3%, 9%… 99%, 100%! The skill has been successfully copied and bound to you!]

Yan Qing blinked, though she didn’t feel overjoyed. Instead, a deep fatigue seemed to arise from within her soul. After living multiple lives across different worlds, she was no longer able to approach the next mission with the mindset of a twenty-year-old.

Sensing her thoughts, the system replied, [No need to worry. When you move to the next world, we will help remove your memories.]

Yan Qing’s expression grew complicated. [Then…] She touched her heart. “What about here? Can that be erased too?”