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The Regent’s Little Emperor (43)

If he killed him then where would she brush up favorability.

She immediately commanded: “Stop.”

When she said this, she felt her tone was too eager and raised her head.

She saw Xie Yunting paralyzed on the bed, his eyes lit up.

She didn’t want his brain to make up that she liked him.

The terrified Bai Weiwei immediately expressed her disgust. “Of course we want to kill him, we just don’t want him to die here.”

Gao Jixiang: “Then I will drag him out and kill him outside.”

When Xie Yunting heard the little emperor, the emotion in his eyes collapsed, revealing a trace of deep despair.

Bai Weiwei frowned. “Forget it, let’s go.”

Gao Jixiang’s sword hand shook. “Your Majesty, if this scourge isn’t eliminated, he will be a threat to you.”

Bai Weiwei’s face changed, and her eyes froze over. “Of course we know his heart lacks a king and father, his behavior is dishonorable, and towards us has… damn, we hate him so much.”

Xie Yunting was completely weak and struggled to overcome this sense of powerlessness.

His fingertips dug into the flesh of his palm. Blood poured out, but he was still unable to move.

He listened to the little emperor’s words, and his ears began to ring.

A sharp pain, constantly tearing at his heart.

Her eyes fully expressed her hatred towards him.

Gao Jixiang didn’t understand. “Killing him is not good.”

Bai Weiwei smiled wryly. “If we hate him again, we have to acknowledge that he is a good person.”

He was a good person?

Good person.

Xie Yunting: His bloodstained hands, just where did he look like a good person?

Bai Weiwei sighed. Her hands and feet strained to move, and with great effort she approached the bed.

Xie Yunting was lying down in bed, his expression full of unwillingness and struggle. His eyes were very dark, his anger making him look desperate and insane.

Bai Weiwei looked at him, her eyes calming down, no longer full of disgust.

“We used to see you in the past, a 6-time top scholar, and admired you in our heart. Seeing your future prospects shining so brilliantly, our heart was happy.”

Her tone was too flat.

Not even giving anyone a chance to dream, like the words were just a summary, lacking emotions.

“But that kind of like, it is nothing like the filthy thoughts in your mind.”

Xie Yunting suddenly didn’t want to listen to her anymore. He would rather she hate him than treat him like a stranger.

Bai Weiwei: “But even so, we know that you are a compassionate man, else you wouldn’t have waited to long to take over the palace, just to prevent a war. As long as you care for the people, and your heart is righteous, you are a very good person.”

Xie Yunting opened his mouth, but couldn’t speak.

The little emperor stood in the light, her expression indifferent, her eyes still clear.

“Xie Yunting, we will not kill you today.”

Then she spoke to Gao Jixiang. “Bring over a pen and paper.”

Although Gao Jixiang didn’t understand, he still brought them.

Bai Weiwei wrote her edict of resignation and placed it on the desk. “The throne is yours, we… no, I’m leaving. Your abilities are much better than mine, so be a good emperor.”

After that, she turned around and left, supported in Gao Jixiang’s arms.

Xie Yunting’s throat issued groaning noises before he finally begged with a hoarse voice. “You can’t go…”

Even the throne couldn’t keep her here.

What made him think that he could keep her here with one word?

Bai Weiwei’s footsteps thudded.

Xie Yunting heart tore1 even more. His voice was pitifully small. “Don’t go…”

But she didn’t stop, and didn’t hesitate to walk out.

Soon, her footsteps were drowned by the thunderstorm outside.

Xie Yunting blankly looked at the open door, but he already lost sight of her.

His heart felt empty, and he suddenly felt a chill on his face.

He didn’t know when the tears started falling.

1: 撕心裂肺: torn heart cracked lungs; grieving, extremely sad↩
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