I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 220: Smiling Like a Fox_1

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Smiling Like a Fox_1

"Zhao’er, my dear Zhao’er," you whispered, like a small thief ready to steal a heart, tiptoeing towards Zhao’er’s bed slowly, ever so slowly.

She was sound asleep, breathing evenly and deeply.

Her handsome, delicate nose quivered slightly with each breath, and her moist, rosy lips were so tempting it was hard not to bend down and kiss them.

Of course, you were a gentleman of high taste and principle, how could you steal a kiss from darling, darling little Zhao’er while she was sleeping?

You squatted slowly by the side of Zhao’er’s bed, just quietly watching her, watching this jade beauty who had devoted her whole heart to you, who had come to you without a second thought in your time of danger.

Looking at her, it felt like you were looking at your entire world.

Although Yang Kai and the others called you Old Shu, you were not a piece of wood; you could feel Wu Qiyi’s and Xian Qianling’s affection for you, but at that moment, your heart was already brimming with love for Zhao’er.

Some say love lasts until the earth and sky are worn away, the seas dry up, the stones crumble; others firmly believe love is love at first sight, faithful unto death.

In your eyes, your love was very simple, so simple that quietly watching her like this gave your heart a satisfaction it had never known before.

Squatting for quite a while, until you felt your legs go numb, you finally stood up, tucked Zhao’er in, bent over, and gently, softly kissed her forehead...

Meanwhile, in the Capital of Yamato Nation.

"Bang!"

A heavy strike, a loud boom!

A man in a suit was blasted out after smashing through two wooden sliding doors.

"Empress, please calm your anger!"

Seven women, each with distinct auras, knelt before the Empress; at the same time, some maids nearby also knelt down.

No one knew what had set off the impeccably dressed, refined man to provoke the Empress. Wu Qiuyue turned to look at the man lying on the ground, clearly having breathed his last, and felt a chill in her heart.

Had it been just any offspring of the Aristocratic families, it might not have mattered, but this man was a direct disciple of the Leader of the Holy Gate, coming to present tribute to the Empress. Unexpectedly, without warning, she had lashed out in anger, striking him down with a palm. That strike, not only the man on the ground, even Wu Qiuyue herself would have required some time to recover if she had been hit.

Turning to the Empress, she was seated high on a throne of pure gold, and what was surprising was that she was lightly touching her own forehead with her delicate, jade-like hand, the very spot where you had just kissed Zhao’er!

"Li Muyun, you actually... How dare you!"

As the Empress exclaimed in a low voice, a suffocating aura burst forth from her, instantly enveloping the entire villa!

Holding her forehead, the Empress shouted at Wu Qiuyue, "Qiuyue!"

"Your servant is here!"

"Lead the Shadow Guard yourself, go to China, and kill Li Muyun for me!"

Wu Qiuyue was slightly stunned; she hadn’t expected the Empress to issue such an order. She looked at the Empress, trying to glean any hint from her expression.

When the Empress had ordered her to poison Li Zhi back then, she had seen a hint of sorrow in the Empress’s eyes. But now, there was only fury!

As Wu Qiuyue observed, the Empress looked up sharply, frightening Wu Qiuyue into hastily bowing her head to accept the command: "Your servant obeys!"

At that moment, a maid slowly entered and bowed to the Empress, saying, "Empress, the Saintess seeks an audience."

"The Saintess?" The Empress’s brows furrowed slightly. "Let her in."

"Yes."

As the Saintess stepped into the hall from outside, her eyes immediately landed on the man lying in a pool of blood. She knew him all too well; he was the man she had always admired from a young age and the goal she had been tirelessly pursuing. Yet now, he lay there lifelessly on the cold ground, his corpse growing colder by the minute.

Any ordinary person would have been distraught, but the Saintess couldn’t even be bothered to pretend to care. To her, the man was of no value dead.

She stepped over the man’s body and walked gracefully. She kept her head down the entire time, and under the oppressive presence released by the Empress, no one dared to look directly at her stunning beauty.

"Greetings to the Empress, may you be forever blessed with peace and safety."

The Empress looked steadily at the Saintess and asked, "What brings you here? To avenge that young man?"

The Saintess smiled sweetly, "The Empress jests. He offended Your Majesty’s majesty, his death is not a pity."

"So, what is the purpose of your visit this time?"

The Saintess bowed slightly, "Recently, my master divined that a Dragon Breath has emerged within Qianling in Chang’an, thus I especially came to report this to the Empress and ask for your decision."

"Qianling?"

Upon hearing this name, the Empress’s brows furrowed slightly, and she asked, "What does your master suggest?"

"Before coming to meet with Your Majesty, I had already sought permission from the aristocratic families to lead a team to Qianling to investigate the source of the Dragon Breath. My presence here is to hope that you will consent."

The Empress pondered for a moment, then lightly touched her forehead, and suddenly said, "Granted."

"Thank you, Empress!"

"However, I have one more request," the Empress said, gently tapping the air in front of her. With each tap, the air rippled like the surface of a lake, creating invisible ripples that could be felt but not seen.

"I await Your Majesty’s command!"

Seeing the Empress’s gaze turn towards her, the Saintess quickly lowered her head. Even when facing her own master who had raised and knew her through and through, the Saintess had never been so deferential; partly because the Empress was the being she had admired since childhood, and partly because the Empress was also the lifetime goal of the Saintess.

"Before going to Qianling, you need to do something for me."

"What is it?"

"Kill Li Muyun!"

The Saintess hadn’t expected the Empress to make such a request, but she agreed without a second thought, "Please rest assured, Your Majesty. When I return, I will surely bring Li Muyun’s head to you!"

"No, I don’t want his head, I want his soul!"

The Saintess’s eyes widened, and she bowed her head and responded, "As you command!"

"Right, did you bring anyone with you on this journey westward?"

"To report to the Empress, my master will assign a team of Genetically Modified People to accompany me on the journey."

"Genetically Modified People?" The Empress seemed to be hearing about such a group for the first time, and she turned to look at a middle-aged woman wearing a white lab coat and glasses beside her, "Is this your handiwork?"

"Yes, Genetically Modified People were a collaborative creation by myself and the Leader of the Holy Gate from twenty years ago. These children’s strength is now no less than that of the Shadow Guard."

"Tsk! Boating such big claims without tripping over your tongue," Wu Qiuyue couldn’t help but sneer coldly.

The Empress’s lips curved, creating a captivating and enchanting smile, "If that is the case, then when you return, I will personally celebrate your success!"

"Thank you, Empress!"

The Saintess bowed again, her eyes shimmering with mirth, and the corners of her mouth raised in an arc, smiling like a fox...