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nThe Regent’s Little Emperor (7)

nXie Yunting grew to be very handsome, and he was showered with both sincere and false praise.

nBut he only found out today that his good looks couldn’t even compare with the emperor.

nHe hadn’t even glanced at this glorified stepping stone, but looking today, it was more like a beautiful spring flower.

n【Ding. The male lead’s favorability has increased to -20.】

nBai Weiwei didn’t even do anything yet. How did the favorability rise?

nXie Yunting was also fickle.

n“Xie… Xie Yunting, we command you, release our teacher.”

nBai Weiwei’s face was stubborn, her tone aggressive, but her body wouldn’t stop shaking.

nTruly looking angry and pitiful.

nXie Yunting’s obsession for power created dark and twisted thoughts in his mind.

nHe was very fond of offending his superiors, especially those who were far above him1. The pleasure of humiliating them into the mud.

nAnd Bai Weiwei very much lined up with his tastes.

nIf she were submissive and unable to withstand a single blow, he wouldn’t have even glanced at this little emperor.

nBut the more stubborn she was, the more he wanted to break her pride, make her kneel and beg for mercy.

nXie Yunting’s eyes were filled with a dark light. “Minister Chen is convicted of a crime that warrants death. I fear that the emperor releasing him would be a disservice to the public.”

nBai Weiwei was about to burst into flames. She was spoiled since childhood, and had always had a big temper.

nNow fear, anxiety, and hatred came together.

nShe marched up to him and grabbed his collar. “Xie Yunting, you-you… you’re just a traitor, a big… traitor, traitor, you’re a traitor.”

nIt didn’t seem like she’d been exposed to foul language, so even to her mortal enemy, she could only keep repeating the word traitor.

nXie Yunting was initially angry because of her action, but then laughed at her clumsy attempt to curse him.

nHe laughed and laughed, before suddenly, with a violent burst of power, he reached out and grabbed her clothes, hugging her at the waist.

nDirectly restraining her on his lap.

nBai Weiwei trembled, her face reddening, as though stained with rouge. As brilliant as a cluster of flowers.

n“Release us, thief Xie.”

nBut Xie Yunting felt like he was holding a soft cloud.

nIt felt nice.

nHe frowned. This little emperor was raised without having to lift a finger, and became an incredibly soft man like this.

nHe reached out and pinched her waist. “His Majesty is forgetting the taste of blood, to dare yell in front of me. Now, I am the one who decides who lives and who dies, not you.”

nBai Weiwei’s waist was sensitive. His pinch and the following shudder of numbness made her stiff.

nShe couldn’t help but look up. Her watery eyes were very seductive.

nXie Yunting felt his heart itch. He couldn’t help but look. Her cheeks were pink, her clothes in disarray due to the struggle. The collar was loose, revealing a delicate neck.

nA faint aroma drifted into his nose.

nXie Yunting suddenly lost control. His eyes were dark and terrifying.

nBut Bai Weiwei was furious. “You’re obviously the rebel, and you say other people are rebels, you’re simply… simply…”

nHer voice quieted. She was unable to endure, and her eyes turned moist.

n“You let my teacher go. I’ll give you the throne, okay?”

nBeing pushed to the limit, this was the only compromise she could make.

nIt was like Chen Jingzhi had become the last important person. She had to protect him, even at the expense of herself.

nBai Weiwei’s begging tone sounded particularly embarrassed.

nShe couldn’t help but bow her head, eager to see Xie Yunting.

nThis look, teasing but unaware, innocent but bewitching.

nXie Yunting’s body was stiff, and he had a hard time frowning.

nBai Weiwei angrily blurted out, “If you’re not willing then you’re not willing, why are you sticking a dagger in my ass?”

nXie Yunting’s lips trembled. He looked into her eyes, itching to eat her.

n1: 高高在上: set up on high; not in touch with reality; aloof and remote.↩

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