The Empress’ Livestream

Feng Jin couldn’t sleep with his tangled mind until midnight. He got out of the bed at his normal time.

The next day, Feng Jin abruptly said to Wuma Jun, “I assume we are not staying longer in Hejian County.”

Wuma Jun felt his heart stop for a second. He had no clue how Feng Jin saw through him. Was he that transparent?

Wuma Jun’s entire purpose for being in Hejian County was to clutch for support from the aristocratic families. He had drawn Liu She, the one with most value, over to his side, but the other families could wait. It would be a better strategy to visit the Wangs in Langya instead of wasting time in Hejian County.

“I will just ask Fourth Langjun to spare me one more day for me to say my farewells to my friend Lanting. I want to tell him I will be looking forward a reunion in Langya some other day.”

Wuma was happy to see it happen naturally.

In his mind, if Liu She was his father-in-law, then Jiang Pengji was naturally his brother-in-law.

It would always be beneficial if his “right-hand man” built a good relationship with his future brother-in-law.

Feng Jin and Han Yu both saw his emotions change and stared at him with scorn.

It was not scary to be stupid; what was worse was if one was stupid and blind.

From Wuma Jun’s words, they could tell that Wuma Jun somehow reckoned Feng Jin was his political aid or a subordinate that he could give orders to. That was just ridiculous.

What features did Wuma Jun have to attract Feng Jin to surrender himself and promise to take an oath to Wuma Jun?

Well, no one was going to break his illusion. Feng Jin and Han Yu just took off at the same time.

One of the two was there to say goodbye and the other one was there to see the legendary Liu Lanting.

They had good luck that time and caught Jiang Pengji at home just a bit before she was going to wander off to somewhere else.

Han Yu was about to step on the stool to get out of the wagon and he caught the sight of a familiar figure standing next to Feng Jin and chatting with him.

Han Yu felt as though a cat caught his tongue.

He subconsciously skimmed over Jiang Pengji’s feet––the feet with wooden clogs and soccer socks. Everything that had happened the day before seemed to flash before him again.

Jiang Pengji spotted Han Yu way before he started staring at her.

It had nothing to do with her sharp perception; instead, it was the fanatic enthusiasm in the stream room.

Nongfu Shangquan Youdianxuan: “AHHHHH, it’s the pretty boy from yesterday! I was so sorry that I missed the stream and had to go through the recorded stream video from Baidu. Now he is here! I’m so excited! I want to shake hands with him… His hands seem nice and tender.”

Jiang Pengji sniffed at the person who sent the bullet screen.

We are streaming and you want to feel his hands with a screen in between? You dream it!

Bi’an Huakai: “I’m not impressed! Steamer, please give him a close-up shot of this pretty boy––a specialized, zoomed in, close up shot! I will screenshot it and use it as my wallpaper.”

You are planning to put him on the wall even if he is still alive?

Jiang Pengji ridiculed the bullet screens one after one. Meanwhile, she took a glance at Han Yu and noticed that he was staring at her… feet.

Feishuagn Dianmo: “I’m the new cutie here. Rumor has it that the host can see through anyone’s underwear the moment she sees them. Well… then do you know what his size is? And his measurements? His fingers are so pretty. It would be perfect if he could use them to play the piano.”

Jiang Pengji almost couldn’t help but laugh when she read the bullet screen.

She nearly forgot about his looks without the reminder.

Host V: “This young guy is indeed good looking, and rather endurable looking, too. But the fantasies might disappear if you just picture a scene where he takes off his pants to use the bathroom––or what’s worse, he’s constipated. He might be suffering from that considering he has been having issues with his excessive internal heat.”

Audience: “…”

Jiang Pengji found that it was so self-entertaining to destroy others’ appreciation of beauty.

Host V: “As for his size, my personal feeling is that only those who have used it get to talk. He has been through an adult’s world too soon and has two concubines at his young age. He wouldn’t be regarded as having a wrong style of his sex life, but he wouldn’t be regarded as innocent according to your criteria in this world.”

Jiang Pengji went straight forward and exposed Han Yu’s personal life in the stream room. Everyone was still amazed by the eye candy and his exceptional aura, but they were mentally disrupted by the bullet screens from the host… Host, why do you have to be this cruel?

What’s the problem with them just appreciating and worshipping a pretty looking guy?

Xiyan: “It’s so… disturbing… to visualize the scene when the pretty guy is suffering from constipation.”

Nongfu Shangquan Youdianxuan: “The host is literally experienced at ruining people’s fantasies.”

Jiang Pengji had the freedom to poke fun and even tease audiences repulsively as long as she was in the stream room. But there was no chance that she would spill any words like that out in the real life.

She wouldn’t show mercy to him if she had a beef with him.

It was obvious that Feng Jin knew Han Yu. To make fun of Han Yu would be rude with Feng Jin in the middle.

Feng Jin recognized the quirky aura that surrounded them and concluded, “Perhaps, you two have met?”

Jiang Pengji chuckled and talked to herself. Yeah, and we are not just acquaintances.

Han Yu wore a grin himself. It’s such a small world.

“I had the pleasure of meeting Liu Langjun right before I came to town yesterday, and we had a little talk.”

Feng Jin responded delightfully, “It must be a predestined coincidence for you two.”

Jiang Pengji was thinking, Right, a fatal predestined coincidence! And it’s just a beginning.

Surprises were just everywhere. Jiang Pengji was acting odd and she kept quiet when Feng Jin introduced Han Yu’s literary name. She had her eyes fixed on Han Yu and seemed like she was going to strip him and see through him.

Han Yu got timid. He backed off a little subconsciously and asked her with discretion, “Liu Langjun, am I dressed shabbily?”

“No, you look decent.” Jiang Pengji added after answering him, “Do you happen to know someone named Cheng Youmo?”

It had never crossed her mind that the man her father tried to sell to her as her husband would be right here, standing right in front of her.

Absolutely predestined coincidence!

Han Yu was puzzled and asked, “You have heard about Youmo?”

Instead of an answer, Jiang Pengji replied with another question. “Then, there is such a person as Wei Zixiao?”

Han Yu started to find their conversation fishy. “Where did you hear of those two if you have never met them?”

“They were in my dream. I was in a fairyland and a gorgeous lady was bathing and burning incense. I was about to engage in some small talk when I overheard someone calling her Zixiao. She responded and called the other one Youmo. I then realized she was actually a he when I heard his voice.”

Jiang Pengji’s vivid description almost deceived Han Yu and Feng Ji. It sounded like she had a genuine dream about it.

The audience members in the stream rooms were not about to buy her bullsh*t. After all, they knew her too well––including her obnoxious behaviour. They wouldn’t take the bait.

Laosiji Lianmeng: “I feel really sorry for clueless Feng Ji and Han Yu. They still don’t realize that they have been played.”

Nongfu Shanquan Youdianxuan: “Me too. Who would call their own people by their full names?”

The major bug in her story was that she had mentioned Cheng You and Wei Zixiao’s names accurately.

How big of a chance was it that they would call out each others’ full names if she had only learned their names from a “dream?”

It was very likely that she could know their first names, but their last names? Really?

Of course, there was another bug.