Chapter 130

Chapter 130

The day of the enthronement ceremony arrived.

Ye Piaoling and the others entered the Xiliu palace.

Xiliu’s succession ceremony carried a strong religious air, with the State Preceptor crowning the queen himself.

From afar, Ye Piaoling saw Xiliu’s newly appointed queen, Nalan Muxue.

She was a cold, stunning woman who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen. A veil covered her face, and she wore an exquisitely magnificent royal gown. Her figure was graceful, yet her back was ramrod straight as she walked step by step up the high platform.

Beautiful, noble, and brimming with the bearing of a ruler.

“Wow.” Ye Piaoling couldn’t help murmuring in admiration. “Any woman like that would leave people stunned at first sight!”

With that, she turned to look at the man beside her.

Di Xiulan’s gaze was calm and indifferent, his face utterly expressionless.

Ye Piaoling poked him. “Hey, don’t you think that queen is beautiful?”

Di Xiulan glanced sideways at her. “Since when have you been so interested in women?”

Ye Piaoling: “…”

Lord Divine Venerable, is that really the point?

Ye Piaoling sighed and said, “If I were queen, I definitely wouldn’t have her presence.”

“Not necessarily.” Di Xiulan’s lips curved slightly. Then he said, “When that time comes, you may be even more domineering than she is.”

Ye Piaoling shook her head. “I couldn’t. But it doesn’t matter anyway. I’ll never have the chance to be queen in this lifetime.”

Di Xiulan fixed his gaze on her and smiled faintly. “You will have the chance.”

Ye Piaoling: “???”

There was really no need to comfort me like that.

After all, by nature, she was just a salted fish with limited ambitions. Getting rich overnight? Sure. But ruling a kingdom or dominating the world? That had never even crossed her mind!

Ye Piaoling blinked, leaned close to the man’s ear, and whispered, “If I become queen, the first thing I’ll do is make you my male concubine!”

Di Xiulan frowned. “In your heart, am I only worthy of being a male concubine?”

Ye Piaoling said, “Then I’ll make you crown prince?”

Di Xiulan: “…”

Seeing his eyes darken further, Ye Piaoling hurriedly laughed. “I’m kidding.”

She cleared her throat and swore with a perfectly serious expression, “If one day I become emperor, I will definitely make you my empress. For you, I will dismiss the entire harem, and among all the waters of the world, I will favor only you. How about that?”

At her words, a subtle smile flashed through Di Xiulan’s eyes.

He raised a hand and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, saying each word with deliberate clarity. “I hope you remember the promise you made today…”

“No matter when or where, you must not go back on your word.”

Ye Piaoling: “…?”

I was only joking. Do you have to be so solemn about it?

His attitude was so serious.

As if I really had a chance to ascend the throne and marry you as my empress…

Night fell.

The Xiliu palace.

Queen Nalan Muxue returned to her bedchamber and removed the veil from her face, revealing a cold yet breathtakingly beautiful face.

Her gaze landed on the bed. Behind the gauze curtains, a man in purple robes was lounging brazenly on her royal bed.

A trace of disgust appeared in Nalan Muxue’s eyes, though her face remained expressionless.

“Well? How does it feel to be worshiped by tens of thousands?”

The Evil Lord lifted the bed curtains and walked out.

Nalan Muxue ignored him.

The Evil Lord sneered. “After taking the throne, your temper has only grown worse… You sent those assassins a few days ago, didn’t you? A bunch of trash, and they thought they could take my life?”

Nalan Muxue still said nothing, her expression as icy as ever.

The Evil Lord walked up to her and raised a hand to grip her chin. “Xiliu has more than a dozen princesses. Do you know why I chose you as the new queen?”

He lowered his head to her ear and slowly spat out the words in a malicious tone. “Because you’re the most pleasurable to sleep with.”

Nalan Muxue trembled slightly, her fingers clenching tight inside her sleeves.

The Evil Lord smiled. “What I like most is that look of yours-clearly hating me to the bone, yet still forced to submit and compromise… If your subjects knew their noble queen was nothing more than my plaything, do you think they would be very disappointed in you?”