Intoxication

Chiyome did not go directly to Kyoto, but instead went to a medical clinic. She arrived at the clinic as soon as she broke through to the Magnetic Field Rotation.

But today, because she slept in and it took her a while to break through, she didn't wake up naturally.

Unfortunately, Bai Mo and Shiki had a prior agreement to meet in Kyoto. Thus, when Chiyome woke up, broke through her limits, and rushed to the clinic full of thoughts, she was destined to be faced with an empty room.

Chiyome was somewhat frustrated, then the eerie voice rang in her ears again.

"What are you doing here? Oh, right, now you have the power of 80,000 horsepower, while he is only Electric Current Push."

If you want, you can just pin him down on the bed in the back room, then coil around him like a snake and swallow his prey, which is bigger than yourself, whole...

"... Get out! Am I that kind of woman...?"

"You hesitated again just now."

Chiyome patted her head, left the clinic, and flew directly to Kyoto. In the air, she realized for the first time how small Japan really was. After getting lost for a while, she finally arrived in Kyoto.

The surrounding prosperity was no different from a wasteland in her eyes. She swaggered into the palace. If someone had told her before that a ninja could swagger into the Emperor's palace from the front, she would probably have laughed it off.

Now, the so-called palace guards are nothing but a joke in her eyes.

Walking inside the palace, several paintings and calligraphies hung on the bookshelves, all handwritten by the Emperor. The glow of the setting sun shone on the paintings and calligraphy, but even the magnificent sunset couldn't save the paintings from their ordinariness.

If the emperor's signature wasn't on it, the person who hung it up would only be ridiculed.

Bai Mo had previously seen the Emperor's calligraphy and paintings in the Imperial Palace.

But these paintings and calligraphy are not works of art; they are commodities.

Yes, the Emperor acquired these calligraphy and paintings not to cultivate his mind, but because he was poor.

During the turbulent late Sengoku period, even emperors had to sell their calligraphy and paintings to earn money for their livelihood. The 105th Emperor Go-Nara, even had his body kept for two and a half months before being buried due to a shortage of funds.

In some respects, Oda Nobunaga's control over the Emperor might not have been a bad thing for the Emperor. Without Oda Nobunaga, there might not even be any guards here.

Without money, they naturally couldn't afford to support any powerful Onmyoji, which is why they were controlled by Douman for so long without anyone noticing.

The harem area was rather unremarkable. The gardens were sparsely maintained and overgrown with weeds, and the buildings were quite ordinary, a stark contrast to the jewel-laden palaces described in historical novels.

"That Takeda Moritoki should really see what kind of person gave him those orders... It seems that the so-called Emperor is nothing more than an ordinary person."

Since he's just an ordinary person, why does he need to bear the title of 'Emperor'?

The last sentence wasn't quiet; it traveled through the screen, causing the two people behind it to tremble. A voice came from behind the screen:

"Who? Who dares to speak ill of me?"

Before she could finish speaking, the room seemed to be suddenly flooded; the two people behind the screen were thrown into the air and crashed heavily against the wall. Chiyome walked in through the front door and looked at the two disheveled figures.

The man was naturally the Emperor, while on the other side was a beautiful woman with bright eyes and white teeth. Her clothes were disheveled from the earlier incident, and her private parts were exposed.

Her white legs lay on the tatami mat like a plated dish, her loose kimono revealing her snow-white skin. It seemed she had just been drinking, as glistening wine droplets stained her body.

Chiyome glanced at the woman, then fixed her gaze on the Emperor. This noble figure, who in stories often became the ultimate rewarder, was now lying on the ground in a sorry state, only daring to secretly raise his head to look at her.

At this moment, the Emperor was also devastated. He had long harbored a desire to enjoy himself with his beloved consort, so why did this happen?

Where are the guards?

He quickly realized that the guards who should have appeared had simply vanished, so there was probably only one possibility.

Oda Nobunaga was dissatisfied with himself and planned to replace him.

"Please... please wait. If you have any requests, we can discuss them. Please don't rush into action."

Judging from what he just said, this person is likely Nobunaga's henchman, sent to get rid of this troublesome fellow. Although he knew the possibility was slim, he was unwilling to sit idly by and wait to die.

Under the threat of death, the Emperor begged for mercy.

Chiyome was stunned to see the Emperor kneeling on the ground begging for mercy before she could even stand up. Silence followed, and after what seemed like an eternity, even the Emperor sensed something was amiss. He slightly opened his eyes and secretly observed the petite female ninja.

Her body was trembling slightly, and then...

"Heh, heh heh, hee hee... hahaha."

She smiled. The pinnacle of worldly power, the universally acknowledged supreme authority, the legendary figure, the Emperor of Japan, knelt before her.

How could she not smile at the joy of this right? Chiyome had been suppressed by power and worldly rules for so long, felt all the torment and persecution she had endured turn into joy at the Emperor's kneeling.

Beneath the laughter, both the Emperor and his consorts wore expressions of fear, especially the Emperor.

That's it, she's a lunatic, she's definitely going to die this time.

The Emperor couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. For in such a situation, a madman whose actions were unpredictable was more terrifying than a cold-blooded killer.

Moreover, the surrounding forces danced wildly around her like golden snakes, and as she looked at the torn floor and ceiling, the Emperor's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

"Originally, I was going to give you a fate worse than death, but you poor wretch pleased me. So, if you behave well today, you can see the sun rise tomorrow."

Some time later, an extremely absurd scene unfolded in this small room. The Emperor was dressed like a lowly soldier, his body wrapped tightly in burlap clothes. He was tied to a pillar and kneeling.

His concubine, however, sat beside her, like a courtesan, filling Chiyome's large cup with wine.

"Woman, is this how you serve the Emperor? Do you expect me, a female ninja, to teach you how to do it?"

Hearing Chiyome's words, the concubine blushed slightly, then turned to look at the Emperor.

The so-called emperor's mouth was bound with a strip of cloth, and he could only utter helpless sobs. Then, he could only watch helplessly as his beloved concubine's kimono slipped off her shoulders, and she knelt on the ground, offering a toast to the female ninja in an extremely humble manner.

"Ugh..."

What an insult! The Emperor gritted his teeth and shed tears of blood.

Looking at the concubine, her eyes shimmered with tears, clearly showing extreme fear and grievance. She pursed her lips, forcing back her tears, her fragile yet desperate gaze mixed with a pitiful numbness.

That's enough to make any man lose control, including the person behind him.

This made him feel insulted like never before.

Watching this scene, Chiyome felt like she was about to float away. What did the so-called Emperor mean? At this moment, his woman was pouring him wine like a courtesan in a brothel, while he could only watch from the sidelines!

She didn't care about the woman's beauty at all; it was just that... the pleasure of insulting her, someone she had never been worthy of looking up to, of dragging down someone high above her and trampling on them, surpassed all the joy she had ever experienced.

Listening to the concubine's music, accompanied by someone's feeble growls, she gulped down wine and became drunk.