TFSRITA Chapter 90

In the study, Fu Rong, who had been doing her best to shrink her presence, finally released a huge sigh of relief as the two demons left.

Whenever she walked into a situation where she witnessed these two in a heated confrontation, Fu Rong couldn’t help but feel that her life was difficult.

But at the same time, she couldn’t help but marvel.

Ji Yecheng truly shattered her previous understanding of emperors.

She never expected a ruthless ruler to repeatedly be defeated by a mere concubine, unable to fight back even once, remaining utterly silent, and even willing to relinquish his power. That was what shocked her the most.

Fu Rong believed that if the ministers knew how the two interacted, even though Yan Qing had gained some reputation, there would still be many who would try to kill her.

But Yan Qing was curious: just how far would Ji Yecheng tolerate her?

Despite her fears, Fu Rong persisted daily, determined to learn more about the relationship between the two.

As the study became empty after they left, Fu Rong didn’t overstep her bounds. She dutifully finished the tasks she had to do, then rose to leave.

However, she didn’t expect that on the other side of the palace, something major was happening.

Yan Qing wanted to leave the palace and inquire personally about the situation.

The rebellion of Song Yu probably became known when Jia Heng submitted a memorial, which meant that everything that followed had been premeditated.

During her illness, Prime Minister Yan sent a letter saying that Yan Kui, her younger sister, was betrothed to Song Yu’s younger brother, Song Zhi.

But he didn’t mention anything else, only saying that Yan Kui had left home for a while and was brought back by the Song family. Afterward, Song Zhi came to propose.

For Yan Kui, this situation seemed perfectly normal. After all, as a transmigrated woman, she had her aura, not to mention her beauty and the fact that she had a magical spiritual well. It was quite natural for Song Zhi, the younger brother of Song Yu, to fall in love with her.

Prime Minister Yan didn’t elaborate, offering a simple and complete explanation. Yan Qing didn’t think much of it and assumed it was just a coincidence that Song Yu returned at this time.

But now, Yan Qing felt that perhaps this was another one of Ji Yecheng’s schemes. If that were the case, Ji Yecheng would be terrifying.

She didn’t know the full situation, so she needed to confirm personally whether Song Yu still had a chance of becoming emperor. If not, she would have to find another target.

Unfortunately, this new target gave her a bit of a headache.

The Da Qian Empire was the only empire in the Central Plains right now, with only some nomadic tribes and isolated ethnic minorities remaining. These groups lived differently from the common people, rarely showing themselves to the world. Even though the current emperor might be a bit incompetent, the country still remained relatively stable, and there was no immediate threat of rebellion.

This meant… if Song Yu had no chance of becoming emperor, Yan Qing would need to find a new one.

Thankfully, the system’s task didn’t specifically require Song Yu.

With a stern expression, Yan Qing returned to her chambers and began changing clothes.

Meanwhile, Ji Yecheng waited outside her palace.

When the door opened, Ji Yecheng’s face darkened as he saw what she was wearing. “Where do you think you’re going?”

The clothes she wore weren’t palace garments but ordinary clothes she wore the last time she left the palace. Ji Yecheng immediately became suspicious when he saw them.

After Yan Qing finished changing and was about to leave, her expression grew colder. She coldly replied, “Can’t you see? I’m leaving the palace.”

“You are not allowed!” Ji Yecheng gritted his teeth.

He blocked the door, his tall figure completely blocking her way. Yan Qing couldn’t find a gap to get through and resorted to kicking him. “Move!”

“No!” Ji Yecheng was well aware she intended to visit Song Yu, and he could not allow that. He had been kicked and pushed many times before, and he could endure it.

His face was as dark as ever as he stood at the door.

Yan Qing kicked for a while, but her leg began to ache, and he remained unmoved.

She pursed her lips, observing his expression, and realizing he wasn’t going to back down, she gritted her teeth and took a couple of steps back.

Ji Yecheng instinctively sensed something was off and was about to step forward when Yan Qing suddenly drew a dagger from her sleeve, the sharp silver blade glinting. In an instant, the dagger was pressed to her throat. She lifted her chin, allowing Ji Yecheng to see clearly, and coldly said, “Move!”

“If you have the guts, try using it on me!” Ji Yecheng was furious, his peach blossom eyes wide with disbelief. She dared to threaten him with her own life for Song Yu!

He knew she was serious. She would do it.

The dagger looked like a fine weapon, and just as she moved, a strand of her hair was caught on the blade and snapped off.

If she advanced a little more, the dagger would slice her neck. With more force, she might even die.

In this era, a knife wound or poison was nothing compared to a slit throat.

Ji Yecheng didn’t dare provoke her further, afraid that a single misstep might cost him his life.

Yan Qing looked coldly at him, indifferent to his panic, her expression as emotionless as ever. “Move!”

Ji Yecheng clenched his teeth, but his body hesitated. Finally, he reluctantly stepped aside.

Yan Qing, satisfied but still wary, shot him a final glance with her beautiful eyes, filled with deep caution, before stepping out.

However, as she stepped out, Ji Yecheng moved.

Yan Qing, who had been keeping an eye on him, noticed immediately. Her expression shifted, and when she felt her hand holding the dagger being attacked, she instinctively aimed the blade toward her abdomen.

She was serious about her threats—there was nothing fake about it.

And it wasn’t fatal.

What she didn’t expect was that Ji Yecheng would catch the dagger with his bare hands, and the knife didn’t pierce her body. Instead, it entered his own.