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Sitting on the throne carved with skulls and serpents, Liu Xueqing slightly raised her chin and issued her first abuse of power to the Elders and the Four Great Protectors: "Find someone named Feng Changqing for me."
The Left and Right Protectors and the Four Elders exchanged glances, their expressions revealing a hint of confusion and difficulty.
Considering the complexity of the task, Liu Xueqing granted them authority: "If necessary, you may dig three feet into the ground."
The Four Great Protectors instinctively looked down at their feet, choosing silence, their bodies tense.
Elder Zuo cleared his throat, slowly lifting his head to gaze at the sky, his eyes somewhat unfocused.
Liu Xueqing had no choice but to shift her gaze to Elder Yao. Elder Yao felt an overwhelming pressure, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. After a moment, he quietly said, "Madam, do you know who he is?"
Liu Xueqing shot him a glare, giving him a deadpan look: "I don't know."
She thought to herself that if she knew, there would be no need for such authorization.
Elder Yao leaned closer, tilting forward to whisper in her ear, "He is..."
There’s a saying that goes, “Better to remember than to meet.” If she could choose, she would rather cherish the memory of that beauty under the moonlight than endure the increasing disdain she felt at this moment.
"I won't say it twice; this is my final warning: the Elopement Agreement is canceled."
In fact, this was already the third time she had said it.
"I'll ask one last time: why?" Feng Changqing spread his hands and shrugged slightly in a gesture of innocence. His watery peach blossom eyes dazzled Liu Xueqing, leaving her momentarily dizzy.
“... As the man of the sect leader, you must be the one below, right?” It wasn't her intention to hurt him, but he had pushed her to speak so bluntly. Liu Xueqing crossed her arms, her expression serious.
Feng Changqing was taken aback for a moment, then a smile crept onto his lips as he feigned mystery. “Well, about that…”
He had intended to keep her guessing, but Liu Xueqing wasn’t having it. She pointed a finger at him and then poked herself, saying, “We’re both below; what future could there be for a runaway?”
Feng Changqing fell silent, his eyes sparkling as he stared at her, so intently that Liu Xueqing began to worry that her words had struck a nerve and hurt his fragile ego.
Just as she was about to offer some comfort, he suddenly looked down with a shy smile and said, “Actually, I… can go both ways.”
Liu Xueqing’s mouth opened halfway before freezing in place. It took her a moment to slowly close it again, her gaze gradually shifting downward to his lower half.
Seeing this, Feng Changqing leaned in closer and kindly reminded her, “Madam, with so many layers in between, can you see clearly?”
Liu Xueqing squinted her eyes, still focused on his lower half, and nodded. “I really can’t see clearly.”
“Well then…” Feng Changqing said as he reached for his belt.
Liu Xueqing's mouth twitched involuntarily as she reflexively grabbed his hand, gently patting it while reassuring him. “No need for that. I understand your desire to reclaim your manly pride; I get it, I really do.”
He continued to tug at his belt.
“You don’t understand, Madam.”
Liu Xueqing was startled and tightened her grip on his hand, frowning. “I’ve already said I understand.”
She thought to herself, isn't he just trying to take advantage of the Leader's retreat to end his life as a male consort? And perhaps conveniently abduct a Madam Leader, both to satisfy his resentment and to gain freedom.
Liu Xueqing's mind was not filled with frivolous thoughts; how could someone like him be trusted to elope with?
"You were forced into this, right?" With a face that seemed to invite trouble from women, he was either being captured by them for some thrill or taken away by men for their own purposes.
Liu Xueqing released his hand and took a step back, sizing him up from head to toe.
Feng Changqing quickly wrapped her hand in his, looking serious as he said, "No, I am doing this willingly."
Liu Xueqing paused in surprise, wishing she could slap herself. But seeing the spring-like joy on his face made her immediately dismiss his claim.
Stop lying! Don’t think you can lower my guard with such words! If she followed him, her future would be ruined. She might end up suffering in place of the Leader, tormented and humiliated by him—whips in one hand, candles in the other—living through endless cycles of pain and revival.
The most terrifying thought was that if she grew fond of his beauty over time, her life would be destined for tragedy.
With that in mind, Liu Xueqing suddenly shivered and jumped back several feet.
Then came a loud "bang," and something snapped.
It was a belt! Feng Changqing's belt! One end was in Feng Changqing's hand, while the other end was in hers.
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