Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here Chapter 706 - The Empress Regnant’s Enchanting Consort (39)

Chapter 706 The Empress Regnant’s Enchanting Consort (39)

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Then, she put them on her and dressed her.

Her movements were meticulous and gentle.

Feng Ling looked at her, her face somewhat pale.

Bai Weiwei let out a sigh full of nostalgia and loving tenderness. “Still so impulsive. Even if we women don’t need to pay attention to chast.i.ty, I don’t want you to sell yourself for the sake of interests.

Feng Ling’s lips moved. “No, I couldn’t restrain my emotions…”

A finger gently pressed against her lips.

A stirring blush appeared on Bai Weiwei’s gorgeous face. She said in a soft and light voice, “Don’t lie to me. You’ve never liked me. But even if you’re like this, I…”

The words were unfinished, but they were filled with endless emotions.

Water pooled in Bai Weiwei’s eyes, and a tear fell down her cheek, looking beautiful in just the right way.

Then she turned to leave.

Anxious, Feng Ling reached out and clutched her sleeve.

“Weiwei, I…”

Bai Weiwei’s voice trembled. “You don’t need to say it. Do you know how much effort I put, just to restrain…”

Feng Ling felt pain. “I know it, I know it.”

【Ding, Feng Ling’s favorability is 65.】

Bai Weiwei gave a sorrowful smile. “You don’t get it. You don’t understand the pain of loving someone, but being unable to ask for their love.”

Feng Ling felt her heart twist at her words.

She also had feelings for her, but the road to power and the country had pushed them onto opposite paths.

Feng Ling’s eyes were red. “How can I not understand? You are so good to Feng Yunian. Did you ever think about how I felt?”

Bai Weiwei was silent.

Suddenly, she threw off her hand. The internal pushed Feng Ling back.

Then she lifted her sleeve and turned away, holding herself up proudly.

“I once cared about your feelings, but you have hurt me deeply, while Yunian has warmed me.

Feng Ling gritted her teeth. She said with a grievous expression, “But that is not love. He looks so similar to me; you are only looking for a subst.i.tute.”

Bai Weiwei smiled helplessly. “Yes, so what if he’s a subst.i.tute? You don’t love me, so I can only let you go.”

This deep love.

Had worn down the two until they were only left with bruises and scars.

Feng Ling felt that she was going to lose her. The once-beautiful past.

Shattered, bit by bit, before her eyes.

【Ding, Feng Ling’s favorability is 70.】

She watched Bai Weiwei’s receding figure, then suddenly shouted in desperation1: “I love you, Bai Weiwei!”

【Ding, Feng Ling’s favorability is 75.】

Bai Weiwei, shaken, abruptly stopped.

“I love you. I always have.”

Tears spilled from Feng Ling’s eyes. “So can’t you look back?”

She had hurt her deeply.

It was her fault.

【Ding, Feng Ling’s favorability is 80. Locking in the favorability. The side task is complete.】

For a second, Bai Weiwei pulled back the affection, conflict, and tears on her face.

She said indifferently: “That’s your business. I’m leaving.”

The remaining empress conferral ceremony was easy, ah.

Casually send Feng Yunian away for a moment, and casually hold a simplified empress conferral ceremony.

Then, after the side task was completed, immediately kick off Feng Ling.

Bai Weiwei smiled calmly. This side task was just so-so.

Then she looked back at Feng Ling.

Her gaze was contemptuous like she was looking at a slag, she still dared to show off with this bit of acting? She would need to practice for another thousand years before she could even try to eat the dirt at her feet2.

Feng Ling spotted the expression in Bai Weiwei’s eyes and thought that she had hesitated.

But the next second, Bai Weiwei ran off.

She’d been gone for such a long time. Feng Yunian would definitely begin to suspect something.

Feng Ling watched her sorrowfully departing figure. She stretched out a hand, but in the end, she reluctantly retracted it.

It was all her fault. It was her plan that had broken Bai Weiwei’s heart.

1: 孤注一掷: to stake it all on one throw.↩

2: Kinda like “you’re a hundred years too early to challenge me [in acting skills]”.↩