Chapter 221: Chapter 91: Aunt, Are You Satisfied With My Gift? (Extra! Please Subscribe)_3
 

“You cannot do this.”

“Tsk, tsk…”

Cheng Guang regarded the always-proud Queen of the South Ming with some amusement. She wasn’t afraid even when faced with death; yet, for some reason, she was terribly scared of this matter.

It must be said, the Queen of the South Ming—or rather, her true self, the Abyss Demon Emperor—seemed to have placed her pride in some rather peculiar areas.

She wasn’t afraid of death, but she was particularly fearful of her body being tainted with anything dirty.

Did she have a phobia of contamination?

Cheng Guang stroked his chin, slowly pondering.

He hadn’t expected that this would become a way he could manipulate the insufferable and haughty Queen of the South Ming.

Cheng Guang looked at the queen, who had seemingly lost some of her brilliance and was struggling to maintain her stately and dignified demeanor, and scoffed:

“Auntie, you say I can’t do this, but why can’t I?”

“You’ve allowed yourselves to attempt assassinating me time and again, to put me to death; shouldn’t I be allowed to strike back?”

Cheng Guang watched the beautiful eyes of the Queen of the South Ming and slowly lifted his teacup, sipping the clear tea leisurely as he said:

“However, Auntie, you can be completely reassured that once you join the Opera Department soon, I will make sure to help look after your business every now and then.”

“I’ve heard that there are performance evaluations within the Opera Department as well.”

Cheng Guang’s words rang in the ears of the Queen of the South Ming, her complexion darkening further, her charmingly seductive lips slightly pursed, teeth lightly biting into her lower lip.

Although the Queen of the South Ming didn’t quite understand what Cheng Guang meant by ‘performance evaluations,’ the sight of his handsome face bearing a detached smile was enough for her to guess it wasn’t something positive.

The blood drained from her face.

“What exactly do you want to do?”

“Do you find it amusing to humiliate me like this? Since you know I wish to kill you, why don’t you just kill me instead?”

“Would you live in peace if I were given the chance?”

The Queen of the South Ming took a deep breath and stared intently at Cheng Guang, as if she wanted to question him.

But the words on her lips were hesitant, spoken with a seemingly cowardly tone yet carrying the most venomous of intentions.

Cheng Guang had no particular reaction to the Queen of the South Ming’s words.

It was highly unlikely that the Queen of the South Ming had a chance anymore.

Not to mention that even without Black Cub, it was impossible for the Queen to kill him within the Capital city.

Now, with the Black Cub inexplicably at his side, a formidable weapon, she had already been brought to her knees, even without him lifting a finger.

To Cheng Guang, the Queen of the South Ming now seemed no different from a cute, begging rabbit.

Therefore, Cheng Guang merely smiled lightly, “Humiliate you?”

“No, that’s not my intention.”

The Queen of the South Ming’s eyes widened slightly, visibly frustrated, “Then what are your intentions?”

Cheng Guang shook his head, “My intentions are very simple; I’m giving you two choices right now.”

The Queen of the South Ming’s frown eased a little upon hearing his words.

She knew that the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir was full of schemes. If he truly wanted to send her to the Opera Department, he wouldn’t inform her beforehand; he would likely just take action.

The reason he hadn’t done so yet was simple: because he still wanted to threaten her into doing something else for him.

In the gaze of the Queen of the South Ming’s watery eyes, Cheng Guang casually counted off on his fingers:

“Choose one of the two options for yourself.”

“The first option is to send you off to the Opera Department, which would be a relief for both of us, and you could contribute to Great Zhou’s GDP.”

“The second option is for you to give me a method that can turn the King of South Ming back into the Crown Prince, or rather, a method to prove that the King of South Ming is indeed the Crown Prince.”

As Cheng Guang’s voice faded,

The ordinarily seductive and noble-looking Queen of the South Ming paused slightly, then her eyebrows furrowed, and her expression shifted rapidly.

After a moment of thought,

The Queen of the South Ming looked at Cheng Guang with a cold laugh.

“Heh heh, nephew, these two options you’ve given me really pose a difficult quandary for your aunt.”

Cheng Guang remained silent, observing the demeanor of the Queen of the South Ming.

Even she hadn’t noticed that everything about her, every gesture and smile, was brimming with strong desire and could easily incite a sense of urgency within a man’s heart, more so than some of the techniques used by courtesans.

What was more lethal was the fact that the Queen of the South Ming was unaware of it.

She had no idea of the tremendous allure she held for a man at that moment.

Cheng Guang considered himself to have a fairly good self-control. Yet under such temptation from the Queen of the South Ming, he still almost lost his composure, feeling the urge to rise in salute.

The ironic tone of the Queen of the South Ming now seemed like a different form of coquetry.

It possessed no threatening power whatsoever.

The more Cheng Guang watched, the more amusing he found it.

The Princess’s stockings are truly formidable.

Cheng Guang mused internally.

Seeing Cheng Guang silent yet still gazing at her, the Queen of the South Ming, despite being scrutinized by the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir countless times,

Felt somehow different this time.

She couldn’t help but feel that Cheng Guang’s look contained an unfamiliar nuance, as if he were a patron in a brothel trying to maintain his self-respect amid the seduction, cautious not to act impertinently.

Was she being regarded as a courtesan?

She hadn’t even entered the Opera Department yet!