Chapter 157

The wonderful sensation made Song Qimo even more excited.

What had begun as pleasure mixed with anger had now unconsciously consumed him.

Mu Chengxue bit her lip hard, refusing to let herself cry out again.

This kind of thing was supposed to be an expression of deep affection between two people, but the man above her now seemed to treat her as nothing more than a tool for his own release.

But it didn’t matter.

She didn’t care anyway.

All she wanted was to seize power, stand at the very top, and make everyone look up to her in awe.

“Host, the female lead’s corruption value has actually maxed out!”

“What?”

What the hell happened?

Even the boss’s corruption only peaked at 140, but the female lead just went straight to max.

Well, that’s just so her.

Su Hua and her group didn’t return directly to the capital but instead settled in a major city closest to it.

During this time, the Great Liang Kingdom issued a series of policies benefiting the nation and its people, earning cheers of “Long live the Emperor!” from the citizens.

However, rumors spread that these policies were actually proposed by the newly titled Noble Consort Xue.

At the same time, Mu Chengxue would leave the palace on the first and fifteenth of every month to offer free medical consultations.

Whether young or old, rich or poor, there wasn’t a single patient she couldn’t cure.

Soon, the people’s favor toward Noble Consort Xue soared.

Some even suggested building a statue of her for worship.

“Holy shit, this wasn’t in the original plot!”

And with Mu Chengxue pulling moves like this—damn, was she trying to become an empress?!

“Now that’s some real ambition.”

Instead of falling in love, the male and female leads were now fighting for the throne?!

Who knew if that idiot Song Qimo had any clue about the female lead’s intentions?

Of course Song Qimo knew.

But by now, he had already fallen victim to Mu Chengxue’s poison.

After all, Mu Chengxue’s space wasn’t just capable of growing rare, heaven-defying medicinal herbs—it could also cultivate poisonous plants.

Imagine a toxin, already deadly, being cultivated in that space—its potency would multiply tenfold.

Unless it was neutralized by Mu Chengxue’s own antidotes, no other medicine could cure it.

This was precisely why Mu Chengxue dared to act so boldly.

Not to mention, the leader of the Emperor’s shadow guards had already been successfully turned to her side.

If Su Hua knew, she’d definitely roast him:

“The f*ck? The shadow guard leader got turned? Shouldn’t he have committed suicide instead?”

But then again, when it came to the female lead, nothing could be judged by normal standards.

Su Hua soon received news that the palace had been taken over by Mu Chengxue.

Though Song Qimo still held military power, he couldn’t use it at all.

And as for the court officials—thanks to Mu Chengxue’s spirit spring water, which could reverse aging and rejuvenate their bodies, they had all defected to her side.

Those who hadn’t? Well, they were all dead.

Su Hua: “…”

“Damn, my female lead is OP.”

“Host, regret it now? Told you not to cuckold the male lead. Now look, the plot’s turned into a female emperor arc.”

“No, this development is f*cking amazing. I love it.”

Su Hua was thrilled. “Tell me, if the two protagonists of this world start fighting, who do you think that little b*tch Tiandao will side with?”

(T/N: Heaven’s Will)

“…Obviously the female lead.”

After all, she was the one with cheat abilities.

Su Hua nodded in agreement.

“But Song Qimo isn’t some pushover either. I’m sure he’s got his own trump cards.”

“Then what’s the host’s plan?” The hidden mission was to unify the world, after all.

“Let them tear each other apart. Secretly help the male lead a bit, then swoop in to clean up the mess once they’ve both weakened each other.”

“…” The host was truly ruthless.

After sending people to monitor the palace’s movements, Su Hua stopped paying attention to the battle between the two protagonists inside.

She started spending money everywhere—though most of it came from the profits of the shops she had bought earlier.

The system couldn’t give her unlimited funds; it had to account for this world’s inflation.

So Su Hua went back to making money, determined to monopolize the economic lifelines of both nations.

De’er: “…”

As a prodigal system, having the host earn money instead was just embarrassing.

A month later.

The Great Liang palace was drenched in blood.

In the end, Song Qimo lost.

Captured by Mu Chengxue.

At the same time, word spread outside the palace that Song Qimo had fallen gravely ill and that Mu Chengxue would temporarily oversee state affairs.

Song Qimo glared at Mu Chengxue with venom.

“I truly regret not seeing the wolf’s ambition beneath your innocent facade.”

Mu Chengxue, dressed in striking red, her delicate face exquisitely made up, the corners of her eyes slightly upturned in a seductive allure, swayed her hips as she reclined on the divan.

Behind her stood the leader of the shadow guards, his gaze filled with infatuation.

The cool, detached aura she once had was gone—now, Mu Chengxue was alluring, bewitching.

“And who pushed me to this?”

At this, Mu Chengxue angrily stood up and stomped her foot on Song Qimo’s chest.

Song Qimo couldn’t suppress a pained grunt.

“If you hadn’t forced me to go to the Great Qian Kingdom, none of this would’ve happened!”

Mu Chengxue’s eyes flashed with scorn.

“And yet, on the day I was humiliated, you went running to your old flame!”

“I hate you all! If it weren’t for you, my life wouldn’t have turned out like this!”

Her voice was nearly hysterical.

“You all deserve to die!”

She had never wanted to be an empress.

All she had wanted was to find someone to love, to live together faithfully, to open a clinic and heal the world.

But because of them, she had been defiled.

And the most laughable part? This man before her, who claimed to love her, had only ever treated her as a tool for his desires—playing the whore while pretending to be chaste.

What right did he have to call her dirty?

“It was Qin Ruihan who ruined you. Don’t pin the blame on me.”

Sure, he felt guilty for not saving her, but he wasn’t the one who caused it.

Back then, if she hadn’t sought his protection, she wouldn’t have volunteered to care for the Ninth Princess.

And as for going to the Great Qian Kingdom—that wasn’t his doing either.

Mu Chengxue scoffed and turned to leave the underground prison.

“Soon, I’ll have your old flame keep you company.”

For a brief moment, light spilled in as the door opened—then, just as quickly, it closed, plunging the prison back into damp darkness.

Song Qimo stared up at the tiny hole in the ceiling, no bigger than a fist, his emotions in turmoil.

“The female lead’s protagonist aura is just too damn strong.”

Wei Jue looked at her in confusion.

“What protagonist aura?”

“Nothing.”

Su Hua shook her head.

“It’s just that Song Qimo was clearly stronger, yet Mu Chengxue captured him alive. It’s like something out of a storybook.”

Wei Jue nodded in agreement.

He also felt Song Qimo shouldn’t have lost.

“Now that they’ve finished fighting, it’s my turn to make an entrance.”

“Then I’ll mobilize the troops.”

Su Hua pressed down on Wei Jue’s shoulder as he moved to stand, then hooked an arm around his neck with a smirk.

“Boss, you might not fully grasp just how strong your wife is.”

She leaned in, her warm breath brushing against his ear as she whispered—

“I alone am enough.”

Wei Jue pulled her into his arms, capturing those teasing red lips.

Night deepened.

The sky held not a single glimmer of light, the thick darkness devouring the earth like a monstrous beast ready to tear into the world.

In the Great Liang palace—

Mu Chengxue stared in disbelief at the fallen shadow guards around her before turning her gaze to Su Hua, who sat lazily in the study’s main seat.

Dressed in red, her posture relaxed, she looked as though she were the master of this place.

“Qi…!” Mu Chengxue’s eyes burned with hatred.