TFSRITA Chapter 104

He had never been so afraid of someone dying before. When he realized she had lost her will to survive, his first reaction was to summon Song Yu.

Sure enough, when Song Yu arrived, she lived.

He should have been happy, but in reality, he felt miserable; his heart ached to the point where he wanted to cry.

Of course, Ji Yechen didn’t cry; he wouldn’t. He believed that if he wanted something, he had to earn it himself, not rely on tears—crying would never get him anything.

He wanted to spoil her, to spoil her so much that she would become unrestrained, to the point where no one in this world could endure him. That way, she could never leave him.

Yan Qing was a terrifying woman, frightening enough that it seemed she truly didn’t care about the rules of the world. She boldly interfered in politics as a woman, disregarding what the officials said and arranging matters as she pleased.

Though she sometimes caused trouble, surprisingly, most of the time, things turned out well. She brought many fresh ideas and proposed several beneficial initiatives.

At that moment, Ji Yechen realized he didn’t want to destroy this dynasty; he wanted to be a good emperor, using his identity as emperor to keep her by his side.

Ji Yechen knew that Yan Qing had sent Jia Heng to Beihuang for Song Yu, but he had met Jia Heng before his departure.

As a disciple of the prime minister, it was only natural for Jia Heng to work for the emperor and the prime minister’s daughter. With just a single word from Ji Yechen to keep an eye on Song Yu, Jia Heng went from being dissatisfied with his assignment to being grateful.

What he treated as a game, he became instinctively cautious about in front of Yan Qing. He didn’t want his throne to be usurped while he watched her fall into someone else’s arms.

In this world, Ji Yechen asked himself, who besides him could treat her this way?

So he would never let go!

He watched Yan Qing cleverly try to disrupt the political order, pushing the officials to dissatisfaction, but she didn’t know that because of her presence, he had long since held their weaknesses in his hands; no one truly dared to oppose him.

If anyone dared, they would die!

Ji Yechen never cared about other people’s lives, except for hers.

Yet this woman seemed completely oblivious to his good intentions. In her heart, there was only Song Yu. When she spoke to Song Yu, her tone was gentle, but when faced with him, it was always either hits or insults.

What a temperamental woman she was!

Only he could tolerate her.

Ji Yechen touched the bloodied scars on his shoulder from the whip. Jiang Wende, with red eyes, applied the medicine, and he scoffed, “It’s not like you haven’t seen it before; why are you crying?”

Jiang Wende sniffled, “Your Majesty, please don’t go against the Empress! The Empress has nothing to do with the Prime Minister!”

“Ha!” Ji Yechen coldly laughed; he didn’t believe that!

He touched the scar on his right abdomen, a mark an inch wide that bulged against the surrounding skin, not smooth at all.

This scar was inflicted because of Song Yu!

She nearly killed him for Song Yu, saying there was nothing between them. Ji Yechen looked at Jiang Wende with a gaze that said, “You’re all foolish mortals,” and shook his head gravely, “You don’t understand.”

That woman looked delicate and soft, and indeed felt that way in his arms, yet her heart was harder than stone!

He wouldn’t back down! She didn’t want him to kill Song Yu, right?

He would always find an opportunity!

Ji Yechen grinned, revealing a cold smile.

Suddenly, a eunuch announced, “The Empress has arrived!”

Ji Yechen’s expression changed slightly. He looked at his shoulder, pressed down hard, and the whip scars that had just begun to scab burst open again, blood spilling out. He groaned, his face turning pale.

Jiang Wende covered his eyes, unable to watch.

At that moment, Empress Yan Qing strode in, emanating a chill, her gaze icy.

Jiang Wende thought that the Empress was now just like the previous Emperor, but the Emperor had changed.

“Ah—ouch!” Ji Yechen frowned and grunted.

Yan Qing’s expression remained unchanged, but a hint of discomfort crossed her face as she reached out, saying, “I’ll take care of this.”

“Yes!” Jiang Wende exclaimed happily, quickly handing over the medicine.

Yan Qing sat at the edge of the bed, applying the medicine for him, her brows furrowed. “Do you know your mistake?”

Ji Yechen gritted his teeth, angrily replying, “No!”

Yan Qing immediately applied the medicine more forcefully.

Ji Yechen gasped in pain, still refusing to admit he was wrong.

Jiang Wende couldn’t help but cry again.

The Emperor had it tough; as a ruler, he had been bullied to such an extent. There was no man in the world more miserable than him!

And Ji Yechen said, “…Qingqing, don’t be angry. It really hurts~~~”

Yan Qing’s cold facade couldn’t hold up anymore. She eased her grip a bit, and as she looked at the fresh blood reappearing, she wiped it clean and said calmly, “I’ve said it before, this is just for the state affairs. If you continue to act unreasonably, you won’t need to attend court. I’ll go alone!”

Ji Yechen immediately objected, “That won’t do! If I don’t attend, he will be watching you!”

“Get lost!” Yan Qing pushed him away in disgust. Was he crazy? During court, there was more than just Song Yu looking at her; all the civil and military officials had to pay attention to her expressions when they spoke!

Ji Yechen stubbornly clung to her, “No!”

As she watched what was likely Chu Zhao leave, Yan Qing shivered slightly; the sense of dread from being scrutinized by him finally faded, and she began to think about her mission.

The original host’s mission and the system’s mission did not conflict.

She needed to ensure that the Yan family remained impoverished for life and organize for Chu Zhao to commit suicide, which meant she had to be with Chu Zhao.

After accepting the memories, Yan Qing quickly devised a plan in her mind, turning her gaze toward the pavilion outside as she searched for her path.

The world after the rain felt refreshing; Yan Qing looked outside the pavilion at the puddles and bumps in the ground. The sky was already blue, and the sun had appeared; the world was bright again.

She looked down at herself, dressed in a white gown that was now a mess, clinging to her body, but fortunately, it wasn’t sheer.