The Empress' Livestream - Chapter 600
Chapter 600: Flaunt One’s Tragedy and Act Pitiful (I)
“This is so unfair.”
The first snow had descended, but its fall was already getting heavier. Feng Zhen was so cold that he was shivering. He continually rubbed his hands to warm himself.
Because he’d consumed a lot of Hanshi powder in his early years, his fingernails were unhealthy and had a pale green coloration. His fingernails were horrifyingly cold.
Jiang Pengji rode on Little White. She heard his complaint and turned around to ask, “What’s unfair?”
He turned his eyes toward her briefly. He grabbed tightly onto the rope while trying to prevent the snow from falling into his collar.
“Why is Zixiao sitting warmly in the horse carriage while I have to ride the horse? Is this done in the so-called glorified name of disciplining the body?”
We’re both sickly, please don’t treat us differently!
He recollected all the “unfair” treatment he’d received since they’d left the city. Feng Zhen was filled with grievances.
Feng Zhen was slowly kicking his addiction to Hanshi powder. He had been immune to it for more than half a month by this point. Even if he’d had an episode of addiction, he could slowly overcome it with his willpower. However, his damaged body required time to recuperate, and the amount of alcohol he could consume was limited.
Originally, he’d thought that he could enjoy his freedom outside and have a good time eating, drinking and playing. Who knew that his lord was utterly biased?
Wei Ci was a gem while he was insignificant.
It was obvious. Wei Ci was sitting in the horse carriage with a warmer, enjoying snacks along the way… He was deprived of those privileges.
She smiled and closed her phoenix eyes with pleasure.
She brought her horse close to Feng Zhen’s. With a deep underlying meaning, she remarked, “Zishi, have you heard of this phrase… one man’s meat is another man’s poison?”
Feng Zhen was incredibly smart. His ability to comprehend was superb.
He appeared to be somewhat confused and doubtful. Then he asked, “You mentioned that Zixiao wished to exchange places with me? Why?”
Riding a horse in the cold winter was a form of torture. Outside, the strong wind carried the snow with it. No matter how many layers of clothing one wore, it would still chill them to the bone.
Wei Ci’s constitution was slightly weaker than his, but was he so crazy that he wanted to ride the horse?
On her lips, there was a faint smile. “I can’t comment on this.”
Feng Zhen thought about it, but he was still clueless. Eventually, he decided he had nothing to lose.
He retorted, “I don’t care, I want to enjoy myself in the horse carriage. Since he wishes to suffer outside, we might as well exchange places and have the best of both worlds…”
She said sternly, “I will not allow that. He will not be exchanging places with you.”
Feng Zhen was about to head back when he stopped. He lazily asked her, “Why not?”
“He is more handsome than you. If Zixiao is out in the cold wind and freezes till his lips turn purple, my heart will ache.” She smiled amusedly, making no attempt to hide her bias. She continued, “If Zishi is so cold that you shiver, I won’t feel sorry for you. Moreover, I can laugh at you.”
Even if Wei Ci objected in his heart, he would always be agreeable verbally.
Feng Zhen wished to exchange places with Wei Ci, but since Jiang Pengji did not approve, Wei Ci would be unwilling to step out of the horse carriage.
He almost couldn’t maintain his composure. He couldn’t imagine that his lord could be so shameless in her words. Her scheming ways were way cleverer than his.
Although he wasn’t as handsome as Wei Ci, did a man really need to be so alluring?
Was it necessary?
The answer was “yes” because, in a world that valued the superficial, his lord was also one who judged based on looks.
The viewers in the live streaming room commented with a stream of “666” for Jiang Pengji’s frankness. Concurrently, they also had compassion for Feng Zhen.
Jintian Diyigeng: “Hahaha — I love it when the streamer is so direct. She just tells it like it is.”
Rencai Yinhuanda: “System — your good friend, Feng Zhen’s good impression of you has decreased by 233 points and his attitude towards you is full of hatred.”
Sanpai Shudaozha: “This is so hurtful, my lord. A world that judges based on external looks is unfeeling and heartless.”
Chunkunxia Faqiu Wuli: “The streamer speaks in such a direct manner; won’t you exasperate all your strategists till they leave you?”
Shuibuxing Dedongsanyue: “It is common to see the streamer infuriated with others. Those who win against her in verbal exchanges cannot compete with her in martial arts and one who can surpass her in fighting… hasn’t been born yet!?”
Evidently, Feng Zhen was receptive to jokes.
He often provoked her, yet he didn’t allow her to counterattack now.
As insight filled Feng Zhen’s mind, he spoke privately to her as he raised his eyebrow. He appeared to be having deep thoughts.
He jokingly remarked, “Not unless… you are interested in him? This is tricky, Zixiao has to marry and produce children to continue his family line.”
Jiang Pengji glared at him condescendingly. “What is your mind filled with? Can’t I just admire him for his beauty?”
Feng Zhen didn’t have a comeback.
He envisioned Wei Ci’s face. It had appeared beautifully astonishing initially, but after he’d gotten used to it, it produced no feeling whatsoever.
She added, “This is very human. If it were you, could you bear for a loved one to freeze in the cold wind?”
Her loved one… Wei Ci?
As if he’d just thought of something important, he interrogated Jiang Pengji seriously. He solemnly replied, “Zixiao is truly a man of value. He is serious and he has a sensitive character. The Lord can share all these jokes with me, for I am just a wastrel and I am not prone to jealousy because I won’t take it seriously. Neither will I read too much into the conversation, so it is not taboo to me. However, if Zixiao hears any of this, and he may not make it obvious on the surface, but he will overthink in his heart…”
If Jiang Pengji treated Wei Ci in a muddle-headed manner, surely, she would be courting disaster.
In response, Jiang Pengji replied, “I know my limits and I won’t go overboard. A few years back, I experienced Zixiao’s temper. Why would I dare to provoke him on purpose? This is just a private joke I have with you. Surely you won’t let these words get to him, right?”
Wei Ci was indeed a young princess. Jiang Pengji would crack some small jokes, but she would never go overboard and let it get out of control.
After ascertaining that Jiang Pengji was serious, Feng Zhen heaved a sigh of relief.
If it were a joke, he wouldn’t be worried. The warning could be dismissed.
He remarked with ridicule, “My Lord has wise insights. Few in the world have Zixiao’s facial features. If he was the standard, many in the world would fall short.”
She secretly despised Feng Zhen.
Just now, he’d advised her not to go overboard, yet now he’d started to tease Wei Ci’s appearance. He had no moral principles at all.
She listened to him describing himself as a wastrel and curled her lips.
“Visiting prostitutes all year round? You claim to be a wastrel, but you’re boasting about yourself.”
When he was in his wastrel mode, he was more gangster-like than a vagabond.
Feng Zhen wore an expression that said, “as an immature young punk, you wouldn’t understand how it feels.” Maturity was something a young child was ignorant of. “When my Lord is older and understands what happens between a man and a woman, you won’t say this. A man has the basic needs of clothing, food, and shelter. Secondarily, he needs to eat, drink, and be merry. The sages have wisely spoken of food, lust, and sex. It is natural for a man who has come of age to fall in love with a woman, likewise, for a woman to love a man.”
She knitted her brows, then thought of something. “What do you think about this… If someone has a conflict with another, how should one reconcile the relationship?”
Feng Zhen sensed an opportunity for gossip. “Do you have a conflict?”
