Chapter 11632 — What If the Queen Has Other Intentions
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Wei Zhao was taken aback.
Judging by the Zhou Son of Heaven's manner, the Queen was no ordinary queen—she was practically an emperor above the emperor.
He had assumed the Zhou Son of Heaven's spinelessness was reserved for real powers like the Seven Princely Houses. So he was this same way even before his own harem—truly worthy of the name puppet Son of Heaven.
Just as the scene was frozen in awkwardness, a palace maid suddenly appeared at the door.
"Your Majesty, the Queen summons Wei Zhao to the Phoenix Ceremony Hall."
The Zhou Son of Heaven's eyelid twitched, and his expression turned all the more tense. "Miss Zijuan, did the Queen truly say so?"
Wei Zhao was speechless all over again. Was this puppet Son of Heaven this courteous to everyone? He was treading on eggshells even when speaking to a palace maid?
The maid glanced at Wei Zhao and gave a slight nod. "It is indeed the Queen's decree."
"How can this be… how could the Queen summon a court official from outside…"
The Zhou Son of Heaven instantly turned distraught.
Wei Zhao could not help feeling a little dazed. The Queen had merely sent someone to summon him to the Phoenix Ceremony Hall—yet from the other man's reaction, one would think he had cuckolded him.
The maid said to Wei Zhao, "Young Master Lin, please come with me."
With that, she gave the Zhou Son of Heaven only the slightest bow, then turned and left, her every gesture and bearing nothing like an ordinary palace maid's.
"Interesting."
Wei Zhao followed at once, leaving the assembled elite imperial guards staring at one another.
Hou Chuang quietly let out a breath of relief and offered comfort: "Your Majesty need not worry. Since the Queen has summoned Wei Zhao, she must have her reasons; the matter should be resolved amicably."
That the situation just now could be defused in this fashion was, for them, already the best possible outcome.
Otherwise, if blows had truly been exchanged, the consequences were unimaginable.
Yet the Zhou Son of Heaven remained distraught. "How can the Queen receive an outside man? By what right does an outside man get to see Our Queen?"
"…"
Hou Chuang was rendered speechless.
He knew the Zhou Son of Heaven was the Queen's devoted dog, but you are, after all, the exalted Son of Heaven—to grovel over your own harem to such a degree, was that not laying it on a bit thick?
"No!"
The Zhou Son of Heaven suddenly made up his mind and hurried out the door in pursuit.
Hou Chuang's face darkened. They had finally defused the situation, and you're actually chasing after him?
He could not help wavering inwardly. Was it truly a wise choice to stake his wager on such a brainless puppet Son of Heaven?
These days everyone was looking for someone to back. To be honest, he had never really expected the Zhou Son of Heaven to stage a counterattack, to overturn the board with one move and become the king of a new age—that was simply unrealistic.
But to achieve his own ends, the Zhou Son of Heaven did not need to win in the end; at the very least, he had to amount to something.
Timid and weak to begin with, and now behaving like a mindless, fawning lapdog—what could a man like that ever amount to?
Hou Chuang smiled bitterly to himself. It seemed he really would have to find a chance to abandon ship.
The Fengyi Hall.
Led by the palace maid Zijuan, Wei Zhao stepped inside.
The instant he entered the hall, a delicate fragrance filled his nostrils, and Wei Zhao felt his whole spirit lift.
This queen he had never met was indeed somewhat interesting.
At his present level, for a mere physical stimulus to produce a fluctuation at the level of his primordial spirit was already an exceedingly difficult feat.
Behind the gauze curtains, a seductive and opulent figure flickered in and out of view. Even as Wei Zhao sized her up, a pair of soul-hooking eyes were sizing him up in turn.
Zijuan reported respectfully: "Your Majesty the Queen, Young Master Lin has been brought."