Chapter 5: Woman! You Dare Slander Me as a Cut-Sleeve?

“……”

Feng Changye took a deep breath.

If it weren’t for following the Grand Tutor since childhood and learning how to control his expression, he feared he would have already broken composure countless times from being angered by this insolent woman!

When he reached the palace door, he turned his head for a glance.

“Still not moving? Do you want me to have the Imperial Guards carry you there?”

He shouted toward the outside, “Come!”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t! This concubine will move now! Moving now!”

Seeing that he truly called people, Zhu Wuhuan quickly picked up the empress’s robe from the ground and hurried to put it on!

She absolutely didn’t want to be carried out by the Imperial Guards like a trussed-up fat pig!

She was going to be an empress in the future. If she had such a disgraceful black history, wouldn’t that be way too humiliating?

Feng Changye nearly laughed from her inner voice.

Glancing at her slender figure, he turned and walked out.

Fat pig? More like a skinny bamboo pole.

…

A quarter-hour after Feng Changye returned to the Wuji Hall, Zhu Wuhuan finally dawdled her way in.

It wasn’t that she deliberately wasted a quarter-hour, but rather…

She cast her eyes down gloomily to look at the phoenix robe!

How could a perfectly fine piece of clothing be designed so complicatedly?

She had struggled for quite a while before, under the system’s guidance, finally tying the sashes properly, fastening the gem-encrusted belt, and hanging those various gold and jade ornaments around her waist!

Lifting the overly long hem of the skirt with both hands, she stepped over the tall threshold with difficulty, then secretly glared at Feng Changye.

It was all this tyrant’s fault!

After the news came that the empress’s father had betrayed the country, he sent all the empress’s palace maids and eunuchs to the Ministry of Justice, which left her now without a single attendant!

Even keeping just one maid would have been fine. Why did she have to struggle so much with wearing clothes?

“……” Feng Changye, who was bent over reviewing memorials, silently lifted his head and gave her a look.

Unable to wear clothes, yet still blaming others?

And also—don’t the clothes of you people from a thousand years later differ from today’s? How come you can’t put this on?

But Feng Changye did think it over.

Since he wasn’t planning to kill her, it wouldn’t do for her not to have any maidservant attending her side.

Later he would send back Su Qiu, the maid sent by the Zhu family, to Chang Le Palace.

She would inevitably have to interact with the Zhu family in the future. Without a familiar maid by her side to guide her, she might not even recognize who was her brother-in-law or who was her brother…

There were still many things he wanted to verify from her. She couldn’t die just yet.

“Xiao Yuanzi, grant a seat.”

Casting a glance at Zhu Wuhuan, Feng Changye lightly instructed the young eunuch at his side.

“Yes.”

The eunuch bowed, then turned to have people carry out a chair padded with embroidered cushions, respectfully inviting Zhu Wuhuan to sit.

Zhu Wuhuan’s gloomy mood from coming to the Taiji Hall was instantly swept away the moment she heard Feng Changye call “Xiao Yuanzi”!

She suddenly turned her head, eyes sparkling, and carefully examined the young eunuch!

Wow!

This was the legendary Eunuch Yuan, renowned in history?

So delicate and pretty, looking just like a beautiful woman!

As she kept looking, she gracefully sat down in the chair. Even after Xiao Yuanzi had turned away to fetch tea, her gaze still clung to him, reluctant to move away.

At the desk—

The motion of Feng Changye flipping through the memorials halted upon hearing Zhu Wuhuan’s inner voice.

Hmm? The famous Eunuch Yuan?

He lifted his head slightly, discreetly observing Xiao Yuanzi.

This personal eunuch who had followed him since the age of eight—was there some problem with him?

Otherwise, how could an ordinary little eunuch leave behind a name as “famous in history”?

“Your Highness, please drink tea.”

Xiao Yuanzi brought a cup of hot tea, respectfully presenting it to Zhu Wuhuan.

Zhu Wuhuan beamed as she reached out to take it.

Watching the handsome young eunuch lean close to her, a voice in her heart shouted wildly—

Ahhh, this Eunuch Yuan is not only good-looking! His voice is also super pleasant!

No wonder the unofficial histories said Eunuch Yuan’s charm in the palace was unmatched, that not only many ministers were enamored with him, but even the tyrant Feng Changye was deeply smitten with him!

The unofficial histories even said Feng Changye, to show his love, personally killed off the three thousand beauties of the harem, favoring him alone!

Such a beautiful and thoughtful cutie—if it were her, she’d love him too!

Thinking this, she secretly glanced again at Feng Changye, her beautiful big eyes glimmering with wicked delight.

Speaking of which, back in high school, she had devoured countless boys’ love novels based on Feng Changye and Eunuch Yuan, and she still remembered them vividly!

The tyrant’s domineering love, the little eunuch unable to escape even with wings—what a thrilling trope!

Back then she could only read novels and ship the CP. Now she could personally witness the cold tyrant’s passionate favoritism toward the handsome eunuch—suddenly, transmigrating didn’t seem so bad after all!

“……” Feng Changye, listening to her inner voice, felt his back gradually stiffen.

He froze for several seconds before finally reacting!

Lowering his eyes, darkness clouded his gaze!

The fingers hidden beneath his sleeve clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white!

Zhu! Wu! Huan!

What nonsense are you thinking in that head of yours?

What do you mean I am deeply smitten with Xiao Yuanzi?

He is a man! I, smitten with him?

Is it your brain that’s broken, or mine?

And also! Which unofficial history dares record unspeakable things between me and Xiao Yuanzi?

To dare slander me as a cut-sleeve—I will wipe out their whole clan!

Crack!—

Just as Feng Changye was about to flip the table in fury, a crisp cracking sound suddenly echoed in the hall!

Feng Changye abruptly looked up.

It turned out Zhu Wuhuan’s teacup had shattered.

He saw Zhu Wuhuan holding the broken cup with a dazed expression, as if shocked, the scalding tea pouring over her hands yet leaving her dumbfounded and unresponsive.

But in truth, he clearly heard her excitedly yelling to the system in her heart—

【Ahhh system system! Has the Strength Pill taken effect? I was staring at Xiao Yuanzi so intently just now that I didn’t notice the force in my hand. I just gave it a light squeeze, and it shattered the teacup!】

The system calmly replied to her.

【This host’s body is, after all, the daughter of a general, trained since childhood. Thus her strength is twice that of an ordinary woman, easily lifting over a hundred catties. Now, with the Strength Pill tripling that original power, the host can lift weapons of three to four hundred catties with bare hands. Crushing a teacup is naturally normal.】

Zhu Wuhuan was overjoyed!

To be able to lift three to four hundred catties with bare hands—then in future fights, she could just grab someone’s arm and easily throw them to the ground?

So awesome! No one would ever bully her again!

Just as she was reveling in excitement, she suddenly sensed a hawk-like, piercing gaze fixed on her, and she abruptly looked up.

Meeting Feng Changye’s eyes, her heart skipped a beat!

Unable to explain breaking the cup with her bare hand, she immediately slipped into full drama-queen mode, tears brimming as she turned the tables with false accusations.

“Your Majesty, how cruel you are! If you wished to scald this concubine to death, you might as well have poured the boiling water straight over me! Why bother feigning kindness by granting me tea, yet giving me a broken cup just to ruin my hands?”