Dark Beast Summoner Ch 83.2

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Chapter 83.2: Henpecked

 

Long Moshen had thrown a fit during morning court because of Mu Wushuang, admitting to a hall full of court officials that Mu Wushuang was his future bride. If he came to find out that his future bride had feelings for him, what would the expression on his face be like?

Ximen Sheng was suddenly very eager to see the saddened look on Long Moshen’s face.

But time was yet ripe.

“Wushuang need not stand on ceremony with me. This Emperor sees you as my only friend, so I wish to see you happy everyday.”

His eyes looked straight at her as he said those tender words. 

Mu Wushuang lowered her head and smiled. As if she suddenly remembered something, she then said.

“Your Majesty hasn’t had breakfast right? Morning court went on for such a long time and Your Majesty must be hungry. The snacks the Imperial Chef made are very good, especially the almond crumble. It’s really very nice! Let me bring one here for Your Majesty to have a taste!”

As she spoke, she acted like she did not see that the expression on the Emperor’s face had suddenly stiffened up, continuing to pull him towards the own pavilion. She picked up a piece of almond crumble and gave it to him.

“Your Majesty, have a taste! I’ve tried it, and it’s really very good!”

Ximen Sheng subconsciously backed away a few steps, the colour on his face turned an ugly shade. His voice was a little stiff as he stuttered: “This… This Emperor isn’t hungry.”

All the snacks and drinks were laced with Soul Sealing Powder, and as the name suggests, a person would die a horrible death like their soul was being dispersed into the wind.

If any of the snacks come into contact with a person’s skin on the slightest, that person would die, bleeding from the seven orifices on his body. 

He did not know why Mu Wushuang was fine after eating them. Maybe they made a mistake with the poison, or maybe the problem lay in Mu Wushuang’s body. No matter what kind of snack it was, he was not going to touch any of them. Nothing was more important than his life. He is the Dragon Son of Heaven, the most esteemed person in the world, so how could he gamble with his life.

“You’re really not hungry? Then have some tea instead!”

Mu Wushuang then poured out a cup of tea and brought it over.

Ximen Sheng took several steps back, his brow creasing up as he said in exasperation: “Wushuang, this Emperor already said that I do not want anything to eat or to drink.”

Mu Wushuang then put down the tea cup.

That was when Ximen Sheng realized that his tone had been rather harsh. He had already coaxed her several times so patiently and one more time would not make much of a difference. Wait till after she had become devoted and loyal to him, he would then not have to coax her like that anymore.

Ximen Sheng then went on to say in a gentle voice: “Wushuang, this Emperor knows you mean well. Let’s do this instead. Since you poured that cup of tea personally, this Emperor will bestow that prize to this knave here instead.”

That would also become a test for him to see what went wrong with the poison here.

Little Quan was one of the recent hot favourites around the Emperor. That guy had a glib tongue and had a head full of ideas, so Ximen Sheng found the guy very useful to have around.

The idea to employ the use of poison this time had also come from Little Quan who suggested it to Ximen Sheng.

Hence, the guy was naturally aware of the Soul Sealing Powder’s effects.

The moment he saw Ximen Sheng point his finger at him, Little Quan was completely stunned. He fell to his knees with a loud thud and wanted to beg, but upon seeing the look of warning in Ximen Sheng’s eyes, he could not say anything or Mu Wushuang would know that the snacks and drinks were laced with poison.

Little Quan was scared and frightened, and he felt like he was going to wet his pants.

But then, he thought to himself. Isn’t Mu Wushuang completely fine? Maybe the Imperial Chef made a mistake with the poison?

So, grabbing onto that final ray of hope, he took the cup of tea from Mu Wushuang’s hand, closed his eyes and took a tiny sip of the tea into his mouth.

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