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

Chapter 89: Suicide

Zhao Huang was seriously marking up documents with a vermilion brush, her eyes focused and unwavering.

Zhao Yang sat at a lower position, holding a scroll but not really reading it, glancing at Zhao Huang from time to time.

The little eunuch diligently ground ink, staring intently at the inky substance as if it could bloom into flowers.

Finally, Zhao Huang set down her brush and rubbed her wrist.

“Come here,” Zhao Yang said to Zhao Huang.

Zhao Huang stood up and walked to Zhao Yang, only to be pulled into her embrace.

Zhao Yang raised the corners of her mouth into a gentle smile as she held Zhao Huang’s increasingly thin body, taking her hand and massaging her wrist.

As Zhao Yang naturally caressed Zhao Huang, she noticed that the sensation of her skin was not as good as before; there were too many bones now, making it feel uncomfortable. She couldn’t help but frown. “Why are you getting thinner?”

Zhao Huang wrapped her arms around Zhao Yang's neck, tilting her head onto Zhao Yang’s shoulder. “Isn’t it good to lose a bit of weight?” If I lose a little more, you can hold me anytime; how great would that be!

Zhao Yang continued to massage Zhao Huang's wrist, feeling the weakness emanating from it. Zhao Huang thought, it’s still swollen—last night she had gotten up secretly to deal with some matters, and she had overworked her wrist.

“You have too many bones; it feels uncomfortable,” Zhao Yang said lightly.

Zhao Huang choked slightly. “It’s not that serious.” She then reached into her chest to feel around, realizing that she had indeed lost quite a bit of weight these days, but...

Fortunately, that area hadn’t lost weight as well!

Seeing Zhao Huang’s relieved smile and her hand reaching into her chest, Zhao Yang was about to figure out what Zhao Huang was thinking.

The little eunuch, who had been grinding ink, quietly withdrew when Zhao Yang hugged Zhao Huang. Unless he was foolish, he wouldn’t stay any longer.

“We're going to have dinner.” Zhao Yang directly lifted Zhao Huang into her arms. Zhao Huang struggled a bit and said, “Put me down, I can walk myself…”

“We're going to the sleeping quarters. Tell the little eunuch to bring dinner in.”

As Zhao Yang carried Zhao Huang toward the sleeping quarters, the little eunuch, who had been paying attention inside, heard Zhao Yang's words and headed toward the kitchen.

After setting Zhao Huang down, Zhao Yang sat on one side.

“No need to go through all this trouble…” Zhao Yang said. “You can rely on me.”

Zhao Huang paused slightly and nodded. “Got it.”

The little eunuch laid out the eight-tier food containers, and Zhao Yang and Zhao Huang had dinner together in the sleeping quarters.

After finishing, Zhao Yang reached out and pulled Zhao Huang’s hand. “Let’s go for a walk to digest.”

Zhao Huang didn’t object and walked beside Zhao Yang.

The little eunuch followed silently behind them.

As they walked, Zhao Yang observed Zhao Huang's complexion and asked, “... How’s Zuo Qianchen doing?”

Surprisingly, Zhao Huang wasn’t angry; she just increased her pace a little, positioning herself ahead and to the right of Zhao Yang.

“He’s well taken care of, doing just fine.”