TNIBFT -Chapter 185 His Majesty’s Dog

Under the dim candlelight, in the corner of the oxhide tent, stood a woman with a graceful figure. She was like a flower on a high peak—quietly standing there, yet making everyone around feel insignificant in comparison.

And her figure—slender and elegant.

Her long black hair fell like a waterfall, simply tucked behind her ears. With the veil covering her face, she exuded an even greater air of mystery.

Her phoenix-like eyes were mesmerizing.

Meng Yuquan staggered forward, clutching a white jade wine flask in one hand, his steps wild and unsteady. He hadn’t expected such a beauty to exist in this remote snow village.

“Little beauty, this is exactly how I like to play.”

“Come, let me hold you properly!” Meng Yuquan’s voice was impatient as he threw the white jade wine flask aside.

Seeing him lunge forward, Qin Fengyi’s eyes flickered. She sidestepped lightly.

Clang! A loud noise echoed as Meng Yuquan tumbled forward, his handsome, pale scholar’s face scraping along the ground.

“Little beauty?”

“Beauty?”

Muttering to himself, Meng Yuquan scrambled to his feet, hands and feet working together. His cheeks were flushed, his gaze hazy and laced with drunkenness. The air was thick with the pungent smell of strong liquor. Qin Fengyi frowned, her eyes sharp and cold as she fixed Meng Yuquan with a piercing stare. This was the Minister of Rites of the Great Zhou Dynasty?

Just a drunken, useless sack.

Because his father-in-law was the Left Prime Minister, Meng Yuquan’s career had skyrocketed. In the entire Great Zhou, who would dare defy him?

Repeatedly forcing women, causing families to fall apart and lives to be ruined—who in the Great Zhou dared say a word?

“Beauty, do you know who I am?”

Seeing the woman dodge, Meng Yuquan wasn’t angry; instead, he continued his coaxing: “If you come with me, I promise you wealth and honor, and your family too—I can make them officials, high-ranking ones. As long as the master is pleased…” His eyes leered at Qin Fengyi, his hands trembling as he reached to pull off her veil.

What kind of peerless beauty was this?

He couldn’t wait another moment!

Qin Fengyi looked down at Meng Yuquan as though gazing at a man facing his death.

Her eyes were merciless, cold.

Meng Yuquan’s heart skipped a beat. This farm girl was so calm—and that look in her eyes made his heart pound, yet it felt oddly familiar. Her dazzling, ink-black eyes were like a luminous galaxy, intoxicating. Overcome by her beauty, Meng Yuquan reached out—and the veil fell from Qin Fengyi’s face.

Inside the vast oxhide tent, there was complete silence.

Before him stood a woman like a lotus after the rain, stunningly beautiful and breathtaking. Yet her icy gaze was like glacial mountains, an unprecedented aura of coldness. One glance alone terrified Meng Yuquan, making him collapse to the ground.

His limbs went limp; his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The alcohol had completely worn off.

“Your servant… your servant deserves death, your servant deserves death!”

“Your Majesty, I meant no offense. Please forgive me!” Meng Yuquan’s voice quavered with tears.

His mind was in chaos. Why had a farm girl become the empress? Why was the empress here?

Did his father-in-law know?

Qin Fengyi didn’t want to waste words. With her hands behind her back, she looked down at the man on the ground and said coldly: “What did the Chancellor send you to Daliang for?”

“And for what purpose?”

Meng Yuquan finally regained some composure. His mind raced as he glanced at Qin Fengyi. “Daliang requested peace. At that time, Your Majesty had just awakened. After discussion among the ministers, it was decided to accept the peace talks. So I was sent to Daliang. There was nothing with me. Everything I said is true.”

“Is that so?”

Qin Fengyi sneered.

Kneeling on the ground, Meng Yuquan didn’t dare raise his head. He knew full well the temper of this woman.

If one treated His Majesty like an ordinary woman, manipulating and deceiving her at will, no one in Great Zhou would have survived long—but he didn’t have that ability.

“I really don’t know anything,” Meng Yuquan said, lowering his head and speaking slyly. As long as there was no proof, even Qin Fengyi couldn’t do anything to him.

At this moment, pretending to be respectful and obedient should be enough to avoid trouble.

But Qin Fengyi kicked him to the ground.

“Bang!” A dull thud. Meng Yuquan fell face-first, his features twisted in pain.

He looked at Qin Fengyi in terror.

From the shadows, a man stepped forward. Dressed in black, lean, and radiating a certain deadly aura.

“Nanfeng, you know what to do, right?” Qin Fengyi said, not even glancing at Meng Yuquan on the ground.

Nanfeng bowed, slowly drew the sword at his waist, and stepped toward Meng Yuquan.

Terrified, Meng Yuquan felt his soul almost leave his body. He stared at Nanfeng in panic. Before he could beg for mercy, Nanfeng thrust the sword into his thigh. Blood gushed out, and Meng Yuquan shuddered in agony. “Ah!” he screamed.

Suddenly, a chill ran down his neck.

He looked down to see Nanfeng’s gleaming sword pressed against his neck. A sharp sting cut the skin.

“If you make another sound, I’ll take your head!”

Nanfeng’s voice was ghostly, like a specter.

Terrified, Meng Yuquan could only nod repeatedly. He looked at the wound on his thigh and pleaded with Qin Fengyi: “Your Majesty, I am loyal to Great Zhou. I truly don’t know anything. Please, Your Majesty, tell me what you mean.”

“Your Majesty…”

Qin Fengyi frowned. She casually lifted her skirt, sat down with commanding presence, and said coldly, “Since he won’t speak, Nanfeng, cut out his tongue. Deal with him.”

“Yes!”

Nanfeng received the order, eyes fierce, just about to act.

Meng Yuquan cried out in desperation: “The things you asked for are in the tent, Your Majesty! Please spare me!”

“I am truly Your Majesty’s dog… please spare a dog’s life!”

“Where are the things?”

Qin Fengyi asked.

Meng Yuquan knelt, trembling. Under Nanfeng’s watchful eyes, he retrieved a wooden box from under the bed. It even had a custom-made bronze lock…

Outside the tent.

The north wind howled violently. The thick leather of the tent muffled the sounds, but fragments of the commotion could be heard from outside.

Meng Yuquan’s screams put the soldiers on alert. Their mission was to protect his safety. Most of them were men loyal to the Left Chancellor, and Meng Yuquan’s safety was their priority.

Hearing the noise, they gathered immediately.

Several soldiers stood outside the tent, straining their ears to listen quietly. At this moment, if anyone stormed in and ruined Meng Yuquan’s schemes, they would be in trouble.

“What beauty? His Majesty?”

“Lord Meng… this is too… too…”

“I heard Lord Meng say he’s a dog?”

One soldier spoke excitedly.

The others relaxed, and the leader waved at the younger soldiers behind him: “It’s nothing. Go back!”

“Lord Meng must be drunk.”

The others chuckled lewdly: “Lord Meng really knows how to play… it’s so intense in there!”

“I heard the Empress is stunningly beautiful… not sure if it’s true.”

“The Empress is the War God of Great Zhou. How dare you desecrate her? If I ever hear you speak ill of Her Majesty again, you’ll regret it.”

“Boss, someone’s coming out…”