The Anarchic Consort (1)

91-93

"A thing that is unwanted, what value can it still have." Baili Jia Jue continued to speak under everybody's staring eyes. He moved his fingers. Following his ice-cold bone chilling voice, the white cherry blossom was knead in the palm of his hand little by little and was ground by him into fine powder.

The surrounding voices immediately came to a stop. The empress looked at the side of his face which was so grave and stern as to reach the freezing point and the bottom of her heart couldn't help but go 'clump thump'. Seeing those deep sharp eyes so thoroughly chilled as to not have slightest bit of temperature, she truly was unable to figure out, at this moment, what in the world he's thinking of.

The empress didn't even feel this much pressure that year when she dealt with his birth mother, yet often when she saw him, she would always feel a lingering fear.

Wei Wei frowned as she looked at him, her eyes looked up slightly. What's the meaning of these words of his?

Baili Jia Jue wore a classic black robe as before. Besides the black jade thumb ring fastened by his fingertip, there plainly wasn't any other unnecessary jewelry. The colors as dark as night against his skin added even more of an ice-cold gracefulness.

In the silence, his very long dark black wavy hair, without a strand out of place, cascaded down neatly to his waist. His perfect features were like the moonlit night, chilly and cold, making people can't help but shudder.

Wei Wei wanted to move her gaze away, but his movements were even quicker than hers. All of a sudden, he had already pulled firmly at her arm. His long and slender fingers grasped her chin upwards and forced her to have no choice but look straight at his eyes.

Those were a pair of eyes as ice-cold as a winter stream, deep and quietly secluded, just like a bottomless ancient well. Once it's been encountered, one would be deeply mired within.

It seemed it wasn't anticipated that he would act his way.

In an instant, within the main hall echoed the undulating sounds of air being drawn one after another.

Helian Jiao Er's originally pale and colorless face, for a split second, seemed as if air was sucked out of it. She tightly gripped the white handkerchief in her hands. That pair of lips were bitten until they nearly bled.

And even the empress couldn't believe it as her pair of eyes opened wide.

Yet Baili Jia Jue's expression was actually apathetic, acting as though nobody else was around.

The two people then looked at each other face to face in this way.

In that moment, it seemed as if even the air stood still.

Within ten thousand sounds of silence.

Wei Wei suddenly had a kind of illusion and felt that only two people were left between heaven and earth, the two of them, him and her. action

Her heart uncontrollably thump thumped and jumped, missing a beat...what in the world was this man thinking of doing?

"Don't want to be my consort?"

Wei Wei was dazed, and answered per etiquette and customs, "This commoner wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't dare....." He laughed deeply, the strength of his hand couldn't be considered small at all, to the extent that it gave a person a kind of vicious current that was cold down to the bone.

Wei Wei was unable to figure out why he would repeat her words.

Then she heard him say in a deep voice by the side of her ear, "In this world, what would you still not dare to do."