The Empress’ Livestream Chapter 178 - System, You Are To Blame (Ⅱ)

Chapter 178: System, You Are To Blame (Ⅱ)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“XX God Class Weapon––it gives the owner a special vagina with a crooked, deep, and mysterious tunnel. It’s something you deserve! No man can reject your charm! They will fall for you and become addicted. It will make you outstanding and men want to be your pet. The King will never leave you to work anymore.”
Jiang Pengji didn’t know what to say. Neither did the System.
Goooooo to hell!!!!!
“System.” She wore a beaming smile on her face, but the words from her mouth were freezing. “You’d better remember this.”
The System felt like it was being wronged. Was it my responsibility that Ouhuang had bad luck and drew a sucky card?
However, as the mainline of a palace combat system, the card did match with her name of Ouhuang.
The former hosts had to accumulate gigantic popularity and points in order to exchange the merchandise from the System mall.
Jiang Pengji didn’t spend a penny and got the most valuable card by randomly drawing a lucky lottery. Didn’t it prove that she was extremely lucky?
The System wasn’t going to speak up, or else Jiang Pengji would certainly scold it. It knew that she would say it was whining and full of grievance.
The System aimed to please her and said, “Since the host doesn’t like it, you can still sell it to the System mall.”
Jiang Pengji didn’t even bother to open her eyes. Some words slipped out of her mouth which made the System frightened, but also gloat secretly.
“When did I ever say I didn’t like it?” She continued before the System had the chance to feel delighted, “There might be some benefits in keeping it. Man is a species that owns no rational control of their body; only a few of them have slight self-control. The higher the rank they are at, the worse and more arrogant they are…”
She could totally imagine what men with multiple women companions thought. Women should be spoiled when a man felt like it, but then they should cool them off for a while if they didn’t want to be bothered.
They were not going to hold a grudge, but instead, they would only conspire against each other and do anything they could to acquire the attention and affection of the man again.
The women in the backyard fought furiously and brutally. But what on earth was the point? To own the man exclusively? Or for obtaining the husband’s love? And they were willing to slay the fetuses conceived by other women without feeling guilty. They talked to each other with harsh aggression and acted jealous, which made them obnoxious and abominable.
Or they just went after a life with fine, quality clothes and more extravagant food, and they would be elated when they had bunches of servants surrounding them.
Jiang Pengji despised the twisted ethos in the current era. She felt sick of it every time when she thought of it––what made her sick more was that the System reminded her of the fact all the time.
What is palace combat exactly? Isn’t it just a show of buffoons contesting the ownership and right of a man’s particular organ?
Her mind was tangled, and, on the other side, the System saw a chance in her words…
Is she interested in being involved in the court intrigue? Women’s appearances and bodies were natural weapons in this world.
To conquer the world was never a mental or physical toil for a woman. She only needed to take down the man who conquered the world. Even a superwoman had a weak face. They expected to be taken good care of and become the apple of someone’s eye.
“I won’t even lay my eyes on these men. I would rather call them some animals that are okay with getting their nose dragged along by their own sexual desire than call them men. The reason why human beings are such sentient species is because of their boundless wisdom and rational thought, unlike animals that are guided by instinct. Human being’s intelligence has assisted them in getting out of the restraint of the earth so they could travel to the universe,” she said plainly as she continued playing with the sexually suggestive card in her hands.
The System went into deep depression right after she finished her concept.
Its lips were shivering and it said, “So according to your standard, there shouldn’t be any difference between men or women because they are all animals?”
Jiang Pengji sneered. “We shouldn’t be absolutely certain about it––and not everyone is included, since there is always an exception.”
The System let out a short, dry laugh. “I have a hunch that you are not going to marry anyone with all your conditions.”
Why did I choose such a rigorous and twisted individual from the whole mass of people as my host? It is such a riddle to myself.
She gave it a causal response. “Then I will be whoever I think the best. I will go for the best or nobody.”
Now it was System’s turn to be confused. If that was so, then shouldn’t she loathe the card?
Jiang Pengji saw through its confusion. “I do feel sick about it. But there is one thing I have to admit: those people who are easily manipulated by their instincts are the easiest to cope with. This card is indeed evil, but if I give it to a lady with world class beauty as a gift, then there is hardly any man who could stay away from her appearance, body, and this fatal weapon. The tender, warm arms of the beauty is hero’s tomb, too.”
Honey traps had formidable force in the first place. With the assistance of the card, the impact would be multiplied many times.
The System went silent.
Jiang Pengji lifted her brows and spoke to the System with contempt, “Did you almost believe that I was going to use it myself?”
The System had an embarrassed smile and tried to avoid the subject.
If it said yes, it was almost guaranteed that Jiang Pengji would keep hammering away at it.
The streaming room was closed. Jiang Pengji closed her eyes and finally enjoyed a peaceful, quiet moment of her own.
Not long after, she smelled the strong scent of blood. She opened her eyes wide and made eye contact with Meng Hun.
“You killed him? And you made him pay?” she asked.
Meng Hun was sitting near her. His forehead still had dust from earlier when he was kowtowed. He seemed pale and unsteady.
Jiang Pengji asked again, “Is there anything you want to talk about with me?”
Meng Hun floundered and felt uncertain if he should talk to her.
She knew exactly what was haunting him in his head from one glance. “Your people can only stay alive if you are alive––you are their leader. Meng Liang is already dead and you have sought your vengeance. What is your next step? If you want to ask me to cut off your head to make yourself accountable to the Meng’s, you might as well save it. Suicide is a coward’s behavior.”
Meng Hun seemed abashed. What else could he say since Jiang Pengji had spoken for him?
“I asked you before if you wanted to come to the Liu’s. Can I have your answer now?” Jiang Pengji asked. “I will only take yes or no. If it is a yes, I will take care of everything afterwards. The Meng’s will have an abundant amount of messes to cover up soon.”
Meng Hun’s thick lips moved. A sense of struggle and overwhelming emotion showed on his face.
It was less than a day since he had met her, but to tell the truth, his mind was shaken.
“Do you want to make a mark on history?” Jiang Pengji leaned against a column. She stood on her left leg with her right leg crossed in front. She turned her head to ask him, her wrist resting on her right hip.
His big eyes widened. He was not clear about what he heard.
What did I hear? Make a mark on history? Was she talking about him?
Meng Hun felt like he heard something out of his range. His mind told him he should cease listening, but his body said otherwise.
While Jiang Pengji was querying him with no emotion, he felt the cold blood in his body warm up to a boil.