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

Chapter 86: Being Hit

“Yang’er.”

Seeing Zhao Yang arrive, Zhao Huang set down the vermilion brush, and the originally serious and indifferent expression on her face transformed into... a flattering smile.

In the imperial study, aside from Zuo Qianchen, there were no other attendants around. Zhao Yang casually found a seat and shifted her gaze to Zuo Qianchen.

Noticing that Zhao Yang was looking at Zuo Qianchen, Zhao Huang glanced at the silent and downcast Zuo Qianchen and then stood up with a smile.

“Look at your hair; it’s all disheveled. Is it windy outside?” Zhao Huang stepped behind Zhao Yang and gently tugged at her hair.

Zhao Yang made a soft sound of acknowledgment.

Zhao Huang grasped Zhao Yang’s hand, brushing it lightly, and indeed, it felt even colder.

Zhao Yang sensed the warmth coming from their clasped hands. Looking down, she saw her hand tightly held by Zhao Huang's hands, the wide sleeves concealing their joined hands, yet she could almost see through the fabric.

“Why are your hands always so cold?” Zhao Huang frowned. “And they’re hard to warm up.”

Zhao Yang leaned back in her seat. “It’s nothing. Just a bit cold hands, but my body is fine.”

“...If there’s anything wrong with your body, you must tell me right away!” Zhao Huang felt an undercurrent of worry for Zhao Yang’s health. Since Zhao Yang relied on the beliefs she collected to heal her body, this meant that her current condition remained fragile, making it impossible for Zhao Huang to set aside her concern.

“...Greetings, Regent King.”

Zuo Qianchen observed the interaction between the two and found it particularly strange and out of place. He wanted to directly address Zhao Yang by name, but with Zhao Huang present, he ultimately performed a bow instead.

Zhao Huang was, after all, the Empress, and ever since she had stopped being a fool, she had become even more challenging to deal with. Particularly after their last encounter, Zuo Qianchen realized that Zhao Huang, now an Empress, was no longer the naive person he could manipulate. No matter how Zhao Huang was in the past, Zuo Qianchen wasn't blind to the current circumstances—he had clearly seen the changes.

Fearing that Zhao Huang might perceive something, he kept his head lowered, concealing the emotions he could not hide.

It seemed Zhao Huang only then noticed Zuo Qianchen’s presence and淡淡吩咐道, “You may leave now.”

Despite the seemingly casual words, Zuo Qianchen found it impossible to refuse her.

He clenched his fists, responding, “Understood.”

As he stepped back to the corner and looked up, he saw Zhao Huang leaning towards Zhao Yang, whispering something to her. From his angle, it appeared rather ambiguous, and Zhao Yang's face was completely obscured by Zhao Huang.

Zuo Qianchen couldn't tell if Zhao Huang was doing this on purpose, although it seemed unlikely.

After waiting for over an hour today, he hadn’t even had the chance to catch a glimpse of Zhao Yang. It was truly frustrating...

However, Zuo Qianchen slowly made his way out, the cold wind rustling his clothes and hair, yet it could not disperse the gloom in his eyes.

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Warm breath brushed against her ear, and Zhao Yang said淡淡道, “He’s already left.”

Zhao Huang, who had been smiling happily, straightened her expression and sat up. “Oh.”