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Du Zhu and the Empress Dowager’s Various Matters (19)
Bai Weiwei:
Zero Zero, do I seem so mentally handicapped?
Given that Mu Yanjun had the power to block the heavens with just one hand, could there still be people who could bring in big swaying carriages to send her out of the palace?
Wasn’t this clearly a scam?
System:
Hey, hey, aren’t you playing the little white lotus? Delicate and charming, with the heart of a holy mother, will not listen to evil things. How is this any different from being mentally handicapped.
Bai Weiwei:
…
Bai Weiwei was placed inside the carriage, and Xiao Mo stayed outside the carriage.
Along the way, several people came to pretend to block their path, and they were all taken care of by Xiao Mo.
They successfully escaped the palace and fled all the way to a remote mountain road.
Bai Weiwei was rattled about by the bumpy carriage until she felt like her soul would pop out. She wanted to ask her to stop, but when she thought about her persona’s painstaking resolve that would not collapse, she could only stubbornly stew in it.
The carriage finally came to a stop at a clearing on the edge of the cliff.
Xiao Mo was relieved, she picked up the carriage curtain and wanted to say something to Bai Weiwei.
The result at a glance, Bai Weiwei was leaning against the wall of the carriage very weakly and feebly covering her mouth with her hand.
Xiao Mo was shocked.
Empress Dowager, is your ailment acting up?
Bai Weiwei shook her head, she just had motion sickness.
Xiao Mo thought she had coughed up blood again and immediately took a pill bottle out from her sleeve.
This was entrusted to her by the Du Zhu. It was a heart protecting pill, just one was sufficient to preserve the life of a dying person.
Using this to treat Bai Weiwei’s hemoptysis symptoms was, in fact, a waste.
Xiao Mo said:
Empress Dowager, please excuse this slave.
After that, she cradled Bai Weiwei in her arms and held the medicine bottle to her mouth.
Bai Weiwei swallowed it with a gulp, not tasting its flavor. The motion sickness symptoms became much better.
She looked at Xiao Mo with softened eyes,
Xiao Mo, thank you.
Xiao Mo blanked a little, she did not expect Bai Weiwei would thank her little slave.
She turned away as she was a little embarrassed.
This is what slaves should do.
Bai Weiwei whispered softly,
You are my savior, I will not treat you badly.
Xiao Mo bowed her head and just mumbled some meaningless flattery.
Bai Weiwei stretched out her hand and pitifully said:
So, is there anything you can give me to eat?
She is hungry~
Xiao Mo’s preparations were perfect. All sorts of gourmet food and pastries were hidden in the corner of the carriage.
Bai Weiwei satiated her hunger, and finally had the heart to analyze the situation with system.
I estimate, I am a piece of meat now.
The system inspected her dried out, incomparably thin form from top to bottom,
You are, at best, a rack of ribs.
Bai Weiwei:
No, I mean, although the Bai family has been nearly eradicated. Those who have been forced into a dead end by Mu Yanjun will definitely counterattack.
The system blandly replied:
Oh.
Bai Weiwei put on a profound face.
In order for Mu Yanjun to identify those who oppose him, I am the best bait. By sending me out of the palace. Those who stand against Mu Yanjun will definitely come to grab me.
Even if they can’t get the Emperor, taking the Empress Dowager would still be very helpful for the oppositional forces.
System:
……
Bai Weiwei said from her own self-examination:
By then Mu Yanjun will be able to find them and the remaining enemy forces will be wiped out.
The system gave a sarcastic compliment:
You are the smartest.
Bai Weiwei:
You really know me.
System:
……
Xiao Mo saw that Bai Weiwei was full, and immediately took out the tea cans and tea sets, and began to brew tea with a small stove.
Bai Weiwei was speechless, were they running for their lives or sight seeing?
The day wore on. The sunset hung over the mountains, gorgeously coloring the clouds.
Bai Weiwei accepted the tea, watched the sunset, and appeared sorrowful.
She suddenly whispered:
Xiao Mo, can you recall if I had ever met Mu Yanjun before?
