A man stood at the front on the right, dressed in a simple, elegant blue1-and-white robe. His features were gentle and refined, with a faint smile at the corners of his lips. On the left stood another man in a splendid robe—not formal court attire, but still embroidered with dragon patterns.
These two were none other than the Grand Chancellor of Great Yan, An Bai, and the Prince Regent, Jun Yulin.
At the sight of Jun Yulin’s indifferent expression and cold brows, Yan Luo felt a sudden jolt in her heart. At the same time, the system’s voice sounded in her ears:
[*Ding*—Blackening value of the blackening male god Jun Yulin : 90.]
Yan Luo nearly stumbled, the corners of her lips twitching slightly, barely managing to maintain her imperial composure.
A big boss with a blackening value over 90, how long had it been since she’d last encountered one?
These thoughts circled in her mind, but her face remained impassive as she seated herself on the dragon throne and began listening to the usual morning court reports.
Meanwhile, she was receiving the plot data related to Jun Yulin.
This time, Little Pink had actually provided quite a detailed file. It recorded how Jun Yulin’s father had died young. He had been an important official of the country at that time, once fighting alongside Yan Luo’s grandfather in countless eastern campaigns before Yan Luo’s father took the throne.
At the time, there was a popular saying circulated: ‘Great Yan will rise with the Jun family, and fall with the Jun family.’ It was said to have been prophesied by a renowned Taoist.
Yan Luo’s grandfather, accustomed to warfare, paid no mind to such words from wandering mystics. But her father, who was still the Crown Prince then, had been deeply unsettled by the growing rumors.
Eventually, when Yan Luo’s grandfather died of an old illness, her father ascended the throne. He then used the palace’s secret guards to slaughter over a hundred members of the Jun family, all to prevent the so-called ‘fall of Great Yan at the hands of the Jun family.’ To cover it up, he claimed that the Jun family had been targeted by old enemies seeking revenge.
A few bandit hideouts were taken down afterward, and it was announced that justice for the Jun family had been served.
At that time, Jun Yulin had been studying abroad, which allowed him to escape the massacre. But by the time he returned, the young Jun Yulin found his home and family destroyed.
Naturally, he didn’t believe the official story given by Yan Luo’s father. After conducting his own investigation, Jun Yulin traced everything back to the palace’s secret guards.
During that time, both Yan Luo’s father and mother had made multiple assassination attempts on Jun Yulin.
For Jun Yulin’s talents far surpassed even his father’s, and if he were left alive, he’d surely become a grave threat.
Not long after, Yan Luo’s father died of illness. Whether Jun Yulin had a hand in that remained a mystery. The new emperor who succeeded him died shortly after as well, plunging the court into chaos.
In the midst of this turmoil, Jun Yulin supported Yan Luo’s rise to the throne and was himself appointed Prince Regent.
His goal was clear: revenge. Supporting Yan Luo might have been just part of his plan to settle the score.
Of course, the original owner without Little Pink would never have known any of this.
Moreover, in such chaotic times, being saved by a man who seemed like a god descending from the heavens had left the original owner with complicated, unexplainable feelings toward Jun Yulin. That was why Yan Luo’s heart had thudded violently the moment she saw him.
Looking at Jun Yulin below, dressed in red with a slightly cold expression, it was undeniable he was strikingly handsome. The outfit made him even more captivating, impossible to look away from.
But for once, Little Pink hadn’t scammed Yan Luo of the plot. However, now fully aware of the story background, Yan Luo just wanted to cry.
Her missions had always been challenging, but this time it was truly nerve-wracking. Her relationship with the blackening male god was straight-up mortal enemies.
- The Chinese character 青 (qīng) doesn’t translate to a single color in English. Instead, it encompasses a range of colors, primarily those found in nature between blue and green. Translating this color is always confusing. Since I don’t know much about Chinese history, and it’s a fictional dynasty, I don’t think I can refer to any real dynasty’s official robe colors. Considering 青 (ao) in Japanese means blue, I’ll translate this to blue from now on. ↩︎