Chapter 11637 — Look Into My Eyes
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He now found Wei Zhao rather interesting; apart from those old monsters spilling out of the Inner Court, there were few within the Inner Court who could rouse his interest—the Prince of Qin counted as one, and now Wei Zhao counted as one too.
Yet this interest of his was not appreciation, but the condescension of a higher-dimensional being looking down upon a lower one.
In his eyes, Wei Zhao was merely an amusing plaything—nothing more.
The rewinding continued.
It was not only Wei Zhao who was affected; the entire Son of Heaven's palace was caught up in it as well.
Those old monsters hiding within the palace were likewise being rewound again and again, only they themselves had no awareness of it whatsoever.
In the eyes of Yi Liuchao, an expert on the verge of godhood, Wei Zhao was a plaything—and so were these old monsters.
At last, after a full two thousand rewinds, the divine countenance's conquest of Wei Zhao finally reached its critical point.
"Look into my eyes."
The Queen spoke for the two thousand and first time, and this time Wei Zhao's body visibly jolted, his gaze instantly turning as vacant as all the others', and thereafter twisting into infatuated fervor for the Queen's divine countenance.
The Queen let out a breath and broke into a smile. "I told you—there is no man under heaven who can resist my charm."
Off to the side, Cheng Shuang'er was struck dumb with shock.
How could this be!
From where she stood, Cheng Shuang'er had no way of knowing that this scene had already played out two thousand times before. All she heard was that single sentence from the Queen, and Wei Zhao was instantly captivated by it.
Had she not seen it with her own eyes, she would never in a thousand lifetimes have believed it.
Even she could withstand the Queen's allure—so how could her young master, with his iron self-possession, possibly fail to resist?
Yet on closer thought, it was not altogether unreasonable.
After all, she was a woman, and Wei Zhao was a man.
The Queen's charm, though it slew men and women alike, was plainly far more devastating against men—on that point, at least, it was understandable.
Still, Cheng Shuang'er could not shake the feeling that something was off.
For no reason she could name, she simply believed with all her heart that Wei Zhao could never be captured—there had to be something foul about the scene before her eyes!
The Queen glanced at the long saber still pressed against her and laughed softly. "Your master has already become this palace's lapdog—does anything you do now still have meaning?"
Cheng Shuang'er gritted her teeth. "I don't know what trick you've used, but my young master will never be captured by you—never."
"Still lying to yourself?"
The Queen gave a contemptuous snort and crooked a finger at Wei Zhao. "You heard what your little maidservant said, didn't you? This palace is a little angry now—tell me, what should be done?"
Wei Zhao's face was steeped in infatuation, and he immediately began walking toward the two of them.
Though Cheng Shuang'er firmly believed Wei Zhao could not be captured, faced with this sight, she could not help but feel tense.
"I'll kill you!"
Seeing Wei Zhao drawing closer and closer, Cheng Shuang'er made her decision on the spot, and her poison-coated saber slashed straight for the Queen's throat.
But the Queen sat as calmly as an angler by the water, not flustered in the least.
At the final moment, the poisoned blade was suddenly caught between a pair of fingers—and the one who had acted was none other than Wei Zhao.
"Young Master?"
Cheng Shuang'er was utterly shocked.
At such a sight, even if she had ten thousand reasons to disbelieve, before cruel reality she had no choice but to bow her head, and in an instant she was wrapped whole in despair.
Even Wei Zhao, whom she had believed omnipotent, had fallen—and now she was left all alone. How could this ever be turned around?