The Empress discovered, to her extreme annoyance, that whenever she spoke to Zhao’er, she always felt like they were not on the same frequency; this was precisely what infuriated the Empress the most!
Moreover, even though both of them were of equal strength, the Empress constantly had this feeling that Zhao’er didn’t seem to be fully committed.
And indeed, it should have been her at a disadvantage, because the Empress could never be emotionally attached to anyone; hence, Zhao’er would not be able to pick up on the Empress’s feelings. At the moment, as long as Zhao’er and you were together, the Empress would naturally receive Zhao’er’s inner emotions, those almost maddening feelings!
"You forced my hand!"
The aura around the Empress suddenly surged. At that moment, a horrifying scene unfolded—the sea water behind the Empress actually reversed, churning and surging towards the sky!
One could see the Empress gently reaching out towards Zhao’er, pressing down as if controlled by some energy. From above, it looked as if a massive palm print had been pressed onto the sea surface, with Zhao’er standing right in the center of the palm!
Facing the Empress’s terrifying power that seemed capable of destroying the sky and the earth, Zhao’er remained incredibly serene, as if nothing in front of her could stir her energy or emotion.
As she felt the sea surface beneath her being pressed down by that giant palm, and her bones making strange sounds, Zhao’er, without uttering a word, extended a finger and flicked it lightly towards the Empress.
The sound wasn’t loud, but the Empress heard the noise of space shattering!
Her eyes widened, and her body instantaneously shifted over ten meters to the right. By the time she steadied herself, a trench had formed where she had been standing—a trench that was over ten meters deep and stretched for a kilometer!
The Empress stared fixedly at Zhao’er, saying coldly, "It seems that I underestimated you. I didn’t expect your strength to be this formidable. All this time, I’ve been investigating your true identity. This time I even had No. 13 follow Li Muyun to the Qian Ling Mausoleum to learn about your origins, yet you remain a mystery."
Zhao’er, still as calm as ever, looked at the Empress and asked, "Are we still fighting?"
"No more fighting. To continue would alarm the entire China and might draw out some of the undying old ones—there’s no need for that."
"Oh, then I’m going back to class."
This response from Zhao’er suddenly made the Empress feel like bashing her head against a wall!
She was undoubtedly the most infuriating being the Empress had ever encountered!
The Empress suddenly flickered beside Zhao’er, placing her hand on Zhao’er’s shoulder, and in an instant, both appeared on a desolate island dozens of kilometers away.
Now, the two stood on the pale sandy beach, with the sea breeze that carried both the chill and warmth of spring.
After standing quietly together for two or three minutes, the Empress turned around with a sincere expression and looked at Zhao’er, saying, "I just want to know, who exactly are you? What exactly is our relationship?"
Zhao’er also looked up at the Empress, shaking her head slightly, "I’ve forgotten, can’t remember. All I remember is Yun."
"Yun?" The Empress seemed to suddenly realize something at that moment; she hurriedly grabbed Zhao’er, "The ’Yun’ you mentioned, is it Li Muyun, or Yun Chu?"
"Both, yet neither..." Zhao’er seemed perplexed as well. She lowered her head to think then suddenly looked up at the Empress with a bright smile that shone like the sun overhead, pointing with her jade hand towards the clouds on the horizon, "Mu Yun, Li Muyun."
The Empress appeared somewhat surprised. She had initially thought the ’Yun’ mentioned by Zhao’er must be Yun Chu, like the Goddess; she even believed Zhao’er might be the Goddess’s blood sister, or at least a relative. But now, with Zhao’er’s clarification, she became confused again.
At this point, Zhao’er turned her head and said to the Empress, "Heavenly Maiden Lang Huan, not you. You, Wu Laosha. Yun, not Yun Chu, but Mu Yun. I... Zhao’er."
The Empress paused for a moment, then finally nodded slowly, "I understand now, finally understand. It seems we are very similar in temperament, at least in this regard."
Zhao’er suddenly added another sentence, "Yun, you love him too."
"Bullshit!" The Empress exploded with a vulgar outburst!
When she realized she had been rude, she covered her tempting red lips and said to Zhao’er with irritation, "I do not wish to hear such words a second time, or you and I will have an issue!"
Seeing the Empress , Zhao’er laughed.
And seeing Zhao’er like that, the Empress was... frustrated.
At two in the afternoon, at Yuhang Airport’s VIP entrance.
"Holy crap, what’s going on here!"
When you saw Xi Yu, Zhao’er, and the Empress step out of the extended Hummer, you immediately jumped to your feet and hurriedly pulled out a brown talisman paper from your pocket.
"Master Li, no need to be nervous, the Empress isn’t here to cause trouble," Xi Yu said as she quickly spoke up to stop you when she saw you getting ready to make a move at first sight.
Seeing Zhao’er and the Empress standing together, Wu Qiyi quickly pulled Xi Yu to the side and whispered, "How did those two come to stand together? Also, is this the Empress or Fan Yi?"
Xi Yu smiled and replied, "The Empress is still the Empress, it’s just that she might have taken on a little bit of Fan Yi’s personality now."
Hearing Xi Yu’s words, you couldn’t help but say, "So, what you’re saying is, she’s a ticking time bomb, huh."
"Li Muyun, come here, I have a question for you," the Empress said, looking at you with an imposing expression.
You swallowed hard, as from childhood the type that scared you the most was this sort of woman who always wore a stern face, a true powerhouse.
If it weren’t for Zhao’er, who was still smiling at you, you definitely wouldn’t go over, not for anything!
You walked over to the Empress with small, reluctant steps, then quickly pulled Zhao’er away from her and shielded her behind yourself, saying to the Empress, "If you have an issue, take it up with me, and leave Zhao’er out of it in the future."
The Empress rolled her eyes in annoyance, "With those amateur skills of yours, you think you can protect her?"
"What’s the matter, so I’m just an amateur, huh!"
Hey, you really dared to talk back!
The Empress suppressed the urge to smack you and asked, "Did you obtain a silk book from Qian Ling’s Underground Palace?"
"How do you know that?"
"I told her." At that moment, Dong Fangxiao stepped out of the extended Hummer.
"You... You’re actually the Empress’s person!?" Dong Fangxiao’s appearance surprised you but also seemed somewhat expected.
The Empress couldn’t be bothered to argue with you and stated bluntly, "Alright, enough talk, hand over that silk book so I can have a look."
You were still a bit uneasy and took a step back with Zhao’er, asking, "What do you want the silk book for?"
The Empress glanced at Wu Qiyi and said to you, "It was I who extracted the blood from your body and spent three years concocting two poisons, one for you and the other made my sister drink it. Regarding the hatred from back then, I have let go of much of it now, and I’ve decided to make amends for past mistakes."
Looking at the Empress, your left eyebrow raised, you asked Xi Yu beside you, "Can we believe what she’s saying?"
The Empress was always quick-tempered. She immediately stepped forward, grabbed your collar, and hoisted you up, then reached her hand into your chest.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing, what are you doing!?"