The Empress' Livestream - Chapter 676

Chapter 676: Alliance Meeting at Huangshui (XIII)

Bad-tempered and boorish Xiao Shiqin: Seriously, I’ve been lurking amongst the livestream viewers for a while and I thought I was accustomed to all sorts of major events. But who would’ve guessed that I can still be shocked? You’re actually taking measures against the nomadic peoples’ lifeblood to deal with them. Dare I ask what color your heart is?

Old drivers’ cute alliance: @Bad-temperedandboorishXiaoShiqin, #000000

#000000? What did that mean?

Falling stars of a purple fantasy: #000000 is the color code for pure black.

Q: What color is the host’s heart?

A: Pure black.

There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it.

Pitiful and lamentable: So what if it’s pure black? No matter what color the host’s heart is, I’ll like it. The darker shades are cute too. How can you live well without some color? I’ve always flamed the host for being garbage in the livestream, but in actual fact, in my heart, I’ve always hooted about how handsome the host is. Please marry me! I just like to see her bamboozle others and the helpless enemy. She’s so cute and handsome!!!

The naggy Wangpo who sells melons: In any case, the host was the leading general of the Interstellar Federation in her previous life. She was a big boss in the military, so there’s no way her heart is white. Can you all imagine a leading general with a pure white and flawless heart? What would such a person use to defeat their enemies and competitors? Motherly love? Can any scheme concocted by military personnel be called a poisonous plan? It’s called strategic deployment. Say it, host, how do you plan to con the tribes of the northern borderline? I’ll support you even though I’m a fan of male love!

“I’ll support you even though I’m a fan of male love!” Motherf*cker.

Jiang Pengji was worried about the moral integrity being shown in the livestream. This was such a dirty bullet screen. Would it really not affect the minors?

This was followed by waves reward notifications and countless silly but amusing comments floating across the bullet screen.

Alcohol forever: Member of Team F*ckery reporting. Host, where should we screw up next? I guarantee there’ll be nothing left of the enemy.

Kaihuang’s ice-cream cone: Captain of National Team F*ckery Team reporting. I guarantee that we’ll level the ground wherever we go.

Mu Qingchen: Team F*ckery is setting out. We’ll ensure that the ground will be leveled over the entire world. There’ll be nothing left of the enemy.

Looking at these comments, although Jiang Pengji remained unmoving on the surface, she could barely control herself anymore on the inside.

These clowns…

Wei Ci frowned. His words pulled Jiang Pengji’s thoughts back to the present.

“But my lord… is there a large-scale plague for the grasslands too?”

Wei Ci thought that Jiang Pengji wanted to artificially create a disease for “grass” to deal with the northern borderline. He frowned deeply.

Jiang Pengji found it funny. “Yes, such a thing exists. But do you think I’m such a cruel person? ‘Leave some mercy and we might still get on in later days.’ If we mess them up until they die, won’t we be the ones to die of exhaustion in the end? Besides, I can’t get my hands on such a disease… The northern territory is vast, and the rich pastures with plenty of water and grass are all under the control of the northern tribes. They have just suffered a great loss recently, and the vitality of their horse farms is dying out. They will be more cautious in everything they do. If it becomes clear that we are making a move against them at this time, aren’t we asking for trouble?”

As an excellent hunter, there was one piece of logic that she knew very well. Before the bullet rushes out of the muzzle and sinks into the heart of your prey, it must not feel a trace of violence. If she wanted to backstab the tribes of the northern borderline, the tribes that were nervous and viewed everyone as an enemy, she had all the more need to hide her desire to do them great harm.

After all, she had a group of “little princesses” crying out for food. She had to be cautious.

Taking the wrong step might turn everything into an irreparable disaster.

Wei Ci cleared up all distracting thoughts and said matter of factly, “My lord, you already have your countermeasures.”

Jiang Pengji said, “Naturally I do… I also intend to leave this matter to you, because you will not let me down.”

Except for a few of the military generals, each of the counselors were more black-hearted than the rest.

After eliminating Yang Si and Feng Zhen who had to follow the army, Jiang Pengji had carefully considered Qiguan Rang, Xu Ke, Feng Jin, and Wei Ci.

She’d chosen Wei Ci after much deliberation.

Why?

Because he was like her. He was able to restrain his evil thoughts before stabbed someone in the back, right until the moment his enemy died.

Human beings always gravitated towards their “own kind.” Jiang Pengji was no exception.

With a stern expression, Wei Ci bowed and asked, “My lord, please give your instructions.”

Jiang Pengji said, “Come closer so I can speak into your ear.”

“There is no one here, my lord, you can speak freely.”

Wei Ci stared at her. The two of them looked at each other for a long time.

In the end, he was the one who gave in.

He respectfully inched towards her still in his kneeling position. The physical distance between the two was smaller than ever.

When Jiang Pengji leaned toward his ear and whispered into it, her warm breath swept against his earlobe and turned it an abnormal shade of blood red. Heat rose in his body.

His hands were laid on his knees. He clenched his fists tightly under the cover of his wide sleeves.

When she finished speaking, Wei Ci felt like he was lacking oxygen, as if he had soaked in a hot spring for two hours. He felt faintly dizzy.

Seeing his response, Jiang Pengji asked with a smile, “Got it?”

Wei Ci blinked and bowed his head respectfully. He recovered his composure in an instant. “I will not fall short of your great expectations.”

Jiang Pengji smiled and her eyes turned into crescents. “I know that you won’t let me down.”

She left out the words “great expectations,” which sounded a little too titillating.

Wei Ci looked down and pretended to be unknowing. He restrained his strangeness with his willpower. However, his body totally betrayed him.

Because of the livestream, no matter how soft Jiang Pengji’s voice was, the viewers were still able to hear her clearly.

Some of the more insensitive viewers were still immersed in Jiang Pengji’s “conspiracy” and did not notice the interaction between the two.

Shenjia: Black-hearted, host, you’re so black-hearted. Aren’t you afraid of being a bad influence on the kids?

I turned into a butterfly and flew away: Isn’t the two-faced, outwardly kind but inwardly evil persona really popular now? With novels like ‘The Overbearing Chairman and his Delicate Young Wife’ and ‘The Two-Faced Prince and his Arrogant Concubine’… If the host’s sex was different, she would be a ‘Mr. Perfect’ across the globe. How many male and female fans would die just for her? The more black-hearted they are, the more fascinating.

Aize fireworks: Don’t stray from the main topic. Is there a guru who can analyze the viability of the host’s strategy?

Using the economy to indirectly destroy the ecology of the northern tribes… a host who could come up with such a shady and damaging idea was quite forceful!

Good, the title of the most black-hearted goddess would be awarded to the host!

There were 150,000 viewers in the livestream from all walks of life.

Many were people who had no dreams or ambitions in real life and were only there to watch the fun while snacking on melon seeds. However, there was no shortage of “gurus.”

I’m Xun Yu, not a dog: This is my personal opinion… The strategy is highly feasible. The horse farms of the three tribes in the northern borderline have been stricken by the horse plague. Their economy has suffered a huge shock. This doesn’t only affect the owners of the horse farms. The herders with their small-scale livestock have also suffered huge losses. The former is still better off. After all, a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse, but what about those herders with small-scale operations? Their lives have become more difficult.

This viewer gave a serious analysis, but his ID made people laugh.

I’m Xun Yu, not a dog: The equine plague is not a man-made disaster, but a natural disaster. As it spreads throughout the northern borderline, the economic losses will be difficult to estimate. Who will make up for this economic loss? The royal court of the northern territories? Obviously not! Even in a society like ours now, once a national economic loss occurs, almost all the professions and industries collapse. Even if the state apparatus wants to compensate for the loss, the amount that can be compensated is limited. Let alone in the backward era of the host. Each family can only think of ways to make up for their losses. They really have no choice but to suffer in silence.

I’m Xun Yu, not a dog: The horses at the northern borderline have suffered great casualties. With a lack of horses, pasture resources will definitely overflow. To make up for the losses caused by the equine plague, the herders must develop other business paths. The host has asked Wei Ci to arrange caravans to the northern borderline to purchase sheepskin, rabbit skin, smoked mutton, and rabbit meat, which will signal to them that they can use the surplus pasture resources to cultivate sheep and rabbits.