activa-t Chapter 311 Is Your Majesty well?
Chapter 311 Is Your Majesty well?
"But, Your Majesty, that person came on strong, it seemed like..."
Eunuch Xu looked at His Majesty with some worry. He had heard that the man was dressed in all black and wore a bamboo hat, making it impossible for anyone to see his face. He was afraid that the man was up to no good and might threaten His Majesty's safety.
But how could that person possess the Phoenix Jade?
That thing, it should be something that only... can possess!
Emperor Beizun remained silent, picked up his wine, and took an elegant and leisurely sip. Eunuch Xu, knowing that His Majesty was always capricious, dared not presume to guess the emperor's mind. He could only bow respectfully and then silently withdraw.
As Sikong Jin turned through the quiet corridor of Longteng Palace and passed through the large bamboo forest in the courtyard, she saw a waterside pavilion by the lake.
The entire pavilion is now shrouded in a silent and desolate moonlight. Outside the pavilion, frost falls in abundance, casting a faint glow on the jade steps in front of the pavilion, creating a sense of quiet beauty.
Inside the pavilion, Di Beizun, dressed in snow-white robes, sat indifferently to the side, standing far away at the edge of the bamboo grove. She could only vaguely see half of his profile, yet even that half of his breathtakingly handsome face was enough to make her breath catch in her throat, not to mention the aura he exuded. A cool breeze constantly swept through the pavilion, fluttering his snow-white robes, making her momentarily feel somewhat dazed.
The surroundings were very quiet, with only the faint sound of the rustling wind blowing through the bamboo forest. As if sensing Sikong Jin's gaze, Di Beizun suddenly turned his head, slowly raised his eyelids, and looked at Sikong Jin standing at the bottom of the steps. A faint light flashed in his calm and unfathomable eyes. He stared at her for a long time before a smile softened on his cold, noble, and stunningly beautiful face, and a mysterious and profound smile appeared on his thin, indifferent lips.
His stunning smile caught her eye, and Sikong Jin froze, suddenly hearing the sound of her own heartbeat. Her beautiful face, hidden beneath the veil, felt faintly hot. The fatigue from her long journey subsided slightly. She took a breath and couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "You vixen!"
Seeing his cold and alluring appearance, there was a moment when she wanted to give him everything she had, as long as he was happy. Lord Sikong never knew that he could be so greedy for beauty.
After a long silence, neither of them spoke first. He sat leisurely, elegantly holding his wine and sipping it casually, seemingly without the slightest surprise at her appearance.
It took Sikong Jin a while to come back to her senses, and she did not forget the purpose of her visit.
After thinking for a moment, she removed the black veil and hat from her head, revealing her exquisite and beautiful face. Her tired, starry eyes were slightly red, clearly due to long-term lack of rest. She resisted the urge to fall asleep, forced herself to stay awake, and slowly walked up the steps, saying, "Long time no see, Your Majesty, how are you?"
With a hoarse and dry voice, he stepped into the pavilion and sat down opposite Emperor Beizun without any politeness. He picked up the wine cup in front of him, drank the wine in one gulp, then took the wine pot, poured several times more, and drank it all in one go, as if he were just drinking to quench his thirst.
"They seem to be doing better than you."
Di Beizun's unpredictable gaze swept over the travel-worn Sikong Jin—
She was dressed in a dusty, wrinkled black robe, and had lost a lot of weight. She was already thin, but now her chin was even more pointed, and she had very little flesh on her body. Her thin face was slightly pale, and her hands, which were placed on the table, looked rough. With just a glance, you could see the thick calluses on her palms. She looked somewhat haggard.
Looking at it, I felt a wave of unease and a desire to get angry.
"It seems so. I must be in a pretty mess right now."
Sikong Jin frowned as she drank a cup, a bitter smile suddenly appearing on her indifferent lips. She then raised her tired eyes, quietly gazing at him, and whispered, "You knew I was coming to find you?"
Di Beizun's smile faded slightly. He lowered his gaze to the wine glass she held tightly in her heart. After a long while, he raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Sikong Jin's beautiful face like the wind—still so stubborn and strong-willed, always acting like a fool who sees herself as a savior.
Perhaps knowing her personality well, he made this move, anticipating that she would definitely come looking for him. He should have been happy, but now that he has seen her, he doesn't want to see her anymore, because he feels an uncontrollable urge to get angry.
After staring at her for a while, he finally looked at the shrewish man standing to the side, staring intently at them. When Di Beizun met his gaze, the shrew, whose body had become somewhat thin, shrank back and subconsciously moved closer to Sikong Jin, not daring to look up at Di Beizun.
"A message has arrived from the border via an urgent dispatch: your men are approaching the border of my Great Zhou. I can guess your purpose." Emperor Beizun replied indifferently, his indifferent gaze returning to her face. "I have already ordered the Wing King's tribe to withdraw its defenses. Your army should have already entered the territory of my Great Zhou by now."
"Oh? Is that so?" Sikong Jin suddenly stopped what she was doing, somewhat surprised by how quickly he had acted. Her starry eyes flickered a few times before she replied softly, "Thank you!"
“However, I have come to see you this time not just because of the matter of passing through.”
Sikong Jin paused, raised her gaze, looked directly into his eyes that could gauge her emotions, took a breath, and continued, "There's one more thing I hope you can help me with, even if... I'm begging you!"
Upon hearing this, Di Beizun's hand, hidden beneath his white sleeve, tightened slightly. He gazed at her intently for a long time before calmly saying, "Tell me."
"Give me your 200,000 troops in Guanzhong, or your 100,000 troops near Yuezhi will do. The sooner the better, okay?"
Sikong Jin suddenly looked at him nervously, her eyes filled with hope.
Di Beizun fell silent, a deep, dark light flickering in his usually quiet eyes. He gazed at her for a long time, his delicate, long eyelashes fluttering a few times before a strange smile appeared on his cold, aloof face. "Alright."
"Really? You're really willing to lend me troops?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Jin was overjoyed. She threw down her wine glass, stood up excitedly, grabbed Di Beizun's hand, and held it tightly. "That's wonderful! I was so worried that you wouldn't agree. You're such a kind and understanding person!"