Female supremacy: blasphemy of imperial power [Yuri/GL]

Chapter 41: Entering the City"

Chapter 41

Being stepped on the face by a jade foot left Zhao Huang feeling dazed at first, then embarrassed, and finally with a hint of tenderness, although only a few seconds had passed. Zhao Yang calmly withdrew her foot from Zhao Huang's face, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm extremely ticklish, and you..."
Zhao Huang realized where she had gone wrong – she shouldn't have moved her hand like that...
She wiped the water off her face with her hand and shook her head. "I'm fine, it's my fault too."
Zhao Yang couldn't help but feel ashamed at these words, but she didn't know what to say, so she remained silent.
She realized that the other party was just trying to help her feet, and yet she had reacted so strongly that she ended up stepping on someone's face. The thought of it was really... Zhao Yang rubbed her forehead.
Instead of leaving in a huff, Zhao Huang handed a dry towel to Zhao Yang to wipe the water off her feet and helped her lie down.
As soon as she lay down, a familiar sense of drowsiness washed over Zhao Yang, and soon she fell asleep again.
Zhao Huang frowned as she looked at Zhao Yang's unusually pale face. If she remembered correctly, Zhao Yang had already slept for a day. How could she be so sleepy again so quickly? Something was definitely not right.
She knew that Zhao Yang was not well, now even weaker, but she wasn't sure what was wrong with her.
As Zhao Huang was about to leave, she noticed a strand of white hair among Zhao Yang's black hair.
Shocked, she reached out and picked up the strand of hair. The silvery white hair flickered in the light.
Putting down the white hair, Zhao Huang left the room in a daze.
As she walked, she thought about Zhao Yang's health. That strand of white hair was clearly a warning sign, Zhao Yang's condition was worrying.
She felt sorry for Zhao Yang's beauty and the adversity she faced. Such a remarkable woman like Zhao Yang had such a tragic fate. It was fair of the heavens to give her exceptional looks and intelligence, but at the same time, it was a cruel twist that she had a weak body since birth, no, it was more than just a weak body. At the same time, she considered Zhao Yang's value. Her current situation was embarrassing, and she needed Zhao Yang's help to regain her previous position. Otherwise, it would be very difficult.
Irrespective of the reason, she did not want Zhao Yang to fall like this, but she could do nothing but worry.
Zhao Huang once again felt her own weakness. She had always been like that, always so helpless, a far cry from her modern self. Back then, she had been so prominent; in the capital, she was the boss of all the noble sons and daughters, her word was law. Such a huge difference from her current embarrassing situation. It was fortunate that Zhao Huang had a strong will; otherwise, she might have succumbed to self-pity and died.

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Time had finally been decided - in three days, the West Wind Beiyi would truly ascend the throne. Because a country cannot be without a ruler for even a day, it was only natural for West Wind Beiyi to ascend the throne as soon as possible. However, Zhao Huang and Zhao Yang did not intend to stay until after West Wind Beiyi's ascension. When Zhao Yang expressed her desire to leave, West Wind Beiyi readily let her go. It was not that he didn't know the value of keeping Zhao Yang, but rather, he dared not – even if Zhao Yang was in her current fragile state, he still didn't dare. As Zhao Yang left, Zhao Huang naturally followed suit. Fusan was pushed to the side by Zhao Huang, who directly carried Zhao Yang onto the carriage. Shuwen looked on with a twitching corner of his mouth, but since his mistress did not object, he did not interfere. After casting a cold glance at Shuwen, Fusan entered the separate compartment. Leaving behind a smirking Shuwen, she gave a scornful snort after Fusan entered, then earnestly began to drive the carriage. Inside the carriage, Zhao Yang looked faintly at Zhao Huang, who didn't let go of her, clearly not intending to. Zhao Yang thought she would dislike the contact with Zhao Huang, but she found herself somewhat attached to the faint scent of mint and warmth that emanated from the other's embrace. Being held by Zhao Huang was quite comfortable, so Zhao Yang stopped struggling and let Zhao Huang hold her, leaning her head into her embrace, feeling much more relaxed as she savored the faint scent of mint. Zhao Huang naturally did not hold Zhao Yang to take advantage of her; rather, she did it to alleviate Zhao Yang's pain and make her more comfortable. She was well aware of the discomfort caused by the jolting of the carriage, even though it was specially custom-made and quite stable inside. However, for Zhao Yang's current condition, it was still very uncomfortable. Therefore, in order to make Zhao Yang more comfortable, Zhao Huang willingly became a human cushion. "Imperial Sister, where are we going now?" "...We're going to Wushuang City," Zhao Yang replied after a pause. "You now have two choices. One is to return to Yunqi, where I will send someone to help you return to the palace smoothly, or even help you deal with... Zhao Jun. The second is to go to Wushuang City with me. You will face a life-threatening trial, but if you can endure it, you will gain far more than becoming the Empress of Yunqi." After speaking, Zhao Yang did not look at Zhao Huang again, but instead closed her eyes to rest. She could no longer read books at this point, as it would strain her spirit and eyes, so she spent her awake time resting with her eyes closed. Zhao Huang also fell silent. Choice had always been a high-stakes gamble with sacrifices and rewards. Zhao Yang didn't push Zhao Huang to make a choice, but instead said, "Since you cannot make a decision yet, then come to Wushuang City with me first, and give me your answer when the time comes."