Emperor Ye, The Great Deceiver, and A Zhui's Utter Shame and Fury

"Your Majesty!!"

Hearing the commotion from inside the great hall, Yuan Lan, who had been waiting outside, immediately changed expression and rushed to shove open the door and burst in.

Then he saw Ye Chen disheveled and covered in blood. Seeing this, Yuan Lan's eyes turned red.

"Anyone who dares harm Your Majesty—dies!!"

"Clang!!"

The next moment, Yuan Lan drew his longsword and charged at A Zhui, who stood not far away.

Watching the frenzied Yuan Lan, Ye Chen hurriedly tried to call out to stop him, but the next moment, he saw A Zhui casually catch Yuan Lan's incoming sword between two fingers. No matter how hard Yuan Lan struggled, she couldn't pull it free.

"Little girl, your loyalty is admirable, but unfortunately, your strength is a bit lacking. Here's a basic body-strengthening potion—work on improving yourself."

Looking at the frantic Yuan Lan, A Zhui showed appreciation. With a light flick of her finger, she knocked the sword from Yuan Lan's hand, then flipped her palm to produce a bottle of pale blue liquid and tossed it to her.

This pale blue gene-strengthening potion was something she had obtained long ago from a civilization called Cobalt Blue. It represented that civilization's highest gene technology, and their civilization's master had presented several doses to her as a gift.

Though she thought little of it—after all, it merely strengthened the body by about two or three times, far inferior even to a first-generation Super Soldier. For context, a first-generation Super Soldier's minimum baseline for physical strength alone was ten times that of an ordinary person.

Even so, it was still a gift from a civilization's master to her, so she hadn't thrown it away. For thousands of years, it had simply gathered dust in her warehouse.

Staring at the blue potion in her hand, Yuan Lan was stunned, unable to make sense of the situation. She had come to kill this woman, yet instead of getting angry, the woman gave her a gift. How... oddly nice of her.

Then Yuan Lan shook her head. What nice person? This was a villain. Anyone who dared harm Your Majesty deserved death.

With that, she moved to toss the thing away. After all, how could she accept a gift from an enemy?

Seeing this, Ye Chen quickly spoke up: "Yuan Lan, stop! You silly girl, are you blind? Can't you see that Imperial We and the Empress were—ah—just sparring?"

As he spoke, Ye Chen propped himself against the wall and stood up, "scolding" her.

By now, his injuries had mostly healed.

"Your Majesty, I..."

Hearing Ye Chen's "scolding," Yuan Lan was at a loss.

When the ruler is humiliated, the subject dies. She hadn't thought it through—she only wanted to kill whoever hurt Ye Chen.

Now that she had calmed down, she realized something was off. A Zhui's face was flushed red, full of shyness.

With her intelligence, she quickly pieced together what had just happened. Her Majesty had probably been making moves on the Empress—no, he should have been favoring the Empress—but the Empress was shy and accidentally sent His Majesty flying.

Realizing she had misunderstood, and that this was His Majesty's family matter, Yuan Lan suddenly looked like a little girl who had done something wrong, head bowed, unconsciously picking at her fingers.

Seeing Yuan Lan like this, Ye Chen couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile. This girl was usually so clever, so calm and steady—yet now she was this impulsive.

Ah, well. It was all because his charm was too great. That made it fine.

"You may withdraw now. Don't be so impulsive in the future."

After admonishing Yuan Lan, Ye Chen told her to leave the hall.

"Your Majesty, this potion..."

"Didn't you hear? It's a reward from the Empress. Keep it. Take it and strengthen yourself a bit, so you can better protect Imperial We."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Mm. Go on."

Once Yuan Lan had left, Ye Chen turned to A Zhui with a wry smile: "A Zhui, you hit a bit too hard there. You nearly killed me."

"Hmph, whose fault is it for not behaving? Putting your hand on my... that place."

Saying this, A Zhui couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Seeing this, Ye Chen smiled and pulled A Zhui's little hand into his: "A slap is a kiss, a scold is love. Imperial We understands."

When Ye Chen took her hand, A Zhui instinctively tried to pull it back, but his grip was tight. Unable to break free, she stopped struggling.

Ye Chen chuckled inwardly and soothed her: "The core of the Righteous Order is to protect weak civilizations like the Yanhuang Empire.

This order benefits me. Why would I fight against it?

Besides, once I marry you in the future, the Yanhuang Empire and the Angel Civilization will be one family. How could I ever fight my own people?"

As he said this, Ye Chen secretly thought to himself that in the future, he would merge the Angel Civilization into the Yanhuang Civilization—then they would truly be one family.

So he wasn't really deceiving A Zhui.

Then Ye Chen gently wrapped his arm around A Zhui's slender waist. The two leaned together, and he blew softly into her ear, coaxing: "Once our child is born, I'll gradually delegate power. After I abdicate, we'll find a planet to live in seclusion and live our own lives..."

At Ye Chen's soft breath, A Zhui felt a tremor in her heart. Her whole body went limp. If Ye Chen hadn't been holding her, she might have collapsed to the ground.

That one move from Ye Chen left her mind in chaos, her thoughts blank. Then his voice, so full of seduction, reached her ears again, and A Zhui grew dazed.

Though she knew clearly that Ye Chen was just stringing her along, feeding her empty promises.

Yet somehow, her brain chose to believe him—to believe that Ye Chen would one day pass the empire to their descendants, then take her to find a planet to live in seclusion, living a world for just the two of them.

The world Ye Chen painted for her was vast and round, depicting a beautiful, happy, and warm place that made her fall completely into it.

Imperial Palace, bedroom.

"Boom!!"

"Damn it!! Again!!"

"Ye Chen, you bastard, you... you're shameless."

A Zhui's hair was slightly disheveled, her face flushed crimson, her expression one of shame and fury as she stared at Ye Chen, whom she had kicked off the bed. At that moment, she really wanted to burn him with the Sword of Flames.

Ye Chen was too good at spinning tales, too skilled at painting fantasies. He had coaxed her like she was bewitched, and somehow, she had been tricked into reciting the Guardian Angel Oath and even carried to the bed.

Outside, Yuan Lan heard the loud commotion from the room and shook her head, pretending not to notice. But in her heart, her admiration for Ye Chen grew even stronger—after all, being able to tame such a powerful woman, the Emperor was truly impressive.

Inside the bedroom.

Ye Chen rubbed his backside and winced. "That really hurt, ouch~"

Then, picking himself up from the floor, he shamelessly climbed back onto the bed.

"Didn't you already know I was shameless over two hundred years ago? Saying it again now, I'll take it as a compliment."

With that, Ye Chen wrapped an arm around A Zhui's slender waist, utterly brazen.

After all, she had already sworn the Guardian Angel Oath. The matter was settled—could she still back out now?

Meanwhile.

In the distant Angel Nebula, at the Merlot Heavenly Court, in the palace's rear garden, two women in royal robes—one with golden hair, the other with silver—sat on the grass, chatting idly.

They were none other than Holy Keisha and the Heavenly Base King, He Xi.

At that moment, Holy Keisha suddenly accessed the Sacred Knowledge Treasury, and her expression turned peculiar.

Seeing this, He Xi asked curiously, "Manly woman, did something happen?"

"Old demoness, a high-ranking angel just issued the Guardian Angel Oath."

"Oh! Which little angel?!"

Hearing this, He Xi's eyes lit up, gleaming with gossipy intrigue.

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