You were taken hostage, why pursue the Enemy's Empress?

Chapter 41 – Don't you also hope that I don't get drunk and sleep overnight?

Since Zhao Ning was born, she was taken care of by Li Mama, who was one of the few people who knew that she was actually a girl. Li Mama was her confidant.

Li Mama smiled and said, "You can use the Transformation Art of Fetal Development when you reach mastery, Your Highness!"

The Transformation Art of Fetal Development was one of the thirty-six skills of the Daoist Heavenly Gang. It not only helped with cultivation by moving the meridians and changing the veins, but also was an unparalleled art of transformation in the world.

When Zhao Ning was born, there was a lot of hidden turmoil in the Kingdom of Li. Many royal princes coveted the throne, and their forces were intertwined behind their backs. The King of Li was helpless and could only present Zhao Ning as a man.

From the time she understood things, she began to practice the Transformation Art of Fetal Development. Before she reached a certain level, she was almost never seen.

Even now, after several years of being a regent, she only attended court meetings or important events. The rest of the time, she reviewed memorials in the Qingjiang Palace, afraid of being discovered.

Externally, it was claimed that the Crown Prince had exceptional talent, and his innate energy had not yet dissipated. He was using this opportunity to impact the second-grade Ling Fetus. After breaking through the Fetal Transformation Realm, he would not be afraid of the pollution of mundane energy, and it would not be too late to see people then.

It was the second-grade Ling Fetus, and it was the second-grade Ling Fetus of the Zhuanxu clan of the Ying surname Zhao. It had already broken through the realm of martial artists and had realized the divine ability of battlefield slaughter.

The strength of King Qian, Ying Yue, was obvious to all, and the potential of the second-grade Ling Fetus was even more desirable to countless people. Therefore, everyone was quite convinced of this reason, and when the Crown Prince was fifteen years old, his essence, energy, and spirit had all reached the eleventh level, so his claim to impact the second-grade Ling Fetus was not a lie.

However.

Li Mama knew that Zhao Ning had actually broken through the twelfth level of refining essence and condensing energy. If she wanted to, she could now condense the second-grade Ling Fetus, and she had even tried several times to break through the twelfth level of gathering spirit, but failed for various reasons.

The reason why she had not appeared for a long time was that she had not yet mastered the Transformation Art of Fetal Development. As long as she mastered it, except for those who had also mastered it, no one could detect any flaws.

She looked at Zhao Ning and sighed softly, "Your Highness has suffered. Stay in the Qingjiang Palace for a few more days!"

Zhao Ning smiled and shook her head, "Forget it! Let's stay for seven more days!"

"Seven days?"

Li Mama was delighted. Was she going to reach mastery so soon?

Zhao Ning looked outside the palace and couldn't help but show a hint of longing between her eyebrows. Since she was young, she had learned various ways of governing the country under her parents' guidance, but she had never seen her own country and what it was really like.

After becoming a regent, many ministers praised her for her good governance, and she was sure to become a wise monarch like the current emperor in the future.

But whenever she heard these words, she felt a sense of loss because she thought that these so-called good governance policies were just a set of text doctrines within the framework given by her parents.

She understood their meaning, saw through their reasoning, and could practice their use.

But she felt that she could never break through this framework. Although her father was so wise, he still could not cure the deep-rooted problems of the Kingdom of Li. He couldn't even stop it from deteriorating, and eventually, he had to close himself off.

No matter how brilliant she appeared in other people's eyes, she could not escape from this framework and still could not heal the Kingdom of Li, or even herself.

She wanted to go out and see what this world was really like, and gain more insights from it.

Only in this way could she step out of the framework.In her plan, the first thing to do after leaving the palace was to visit the talents of the Hundred Schools. However, she now wanted to see Ying Wuji first. He was indeed more interesting, but only in a small aspect.

More importantly, the printing technique greatly reduced the cost of books. If used well, it could give the lower-class people hope of becoming officials, which could weaken the power of the aristocratic families and cure the ills of the Li Kingdom.

Did Ying Wuji have any similar ideas?

Ying Wuji rubbed his head, but felt a wisp of fragrance entering his nostrils.

He turned his head and saw Hua Chao looking at him with concern. "Wuji, are you drunk?"

Under the light of the fire, her mature and charming demeanor became even more charming.

"Hua Chao, I'm dizzy!"

Ying Wuji rolled his eyes and fell into her arms.

Older sisters were still better, and he liked them older, of course, he meant in age.

Suffocating happiness...

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Qian Kingdom Embassy.

Bai Zhi's pretty face was flushed. She had also drunk a lot of alcohol and was walking unsteadily. She was talking non-stop like a chatterbox.

She threw Ying Wuji onto the bed. "Young Master, you are so weak! You got drunk after only a few glasses. Luckily, I helped you massage your acupoint, otherwise, if you had passed out, where would I put my face? Young Master, remember, from now on, you are the best, whether it's your character or your drinking capacity."

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Thank you so fucking much!

Ying Wuji was very annoyed. He was enjoying the massage of Hua Chao's slender jade fingers on his temples, but Bai Zhi pinched his acupoint.

The strength was so great that she almost pulled off his chin.

"Young Master, go to sleep!"

"Wait, wait..."

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

Ying Wuji was half-drunk and half-awake. He frowned and tugged at his clothes. "It's itchy, help me take it off..."

"Ah! I won't..."

"The bet, you're cheating..."

"But, but..."

Bai Zhi's chatter stopped abruptly, and her slender fingers fidgeted with the hem of her clothes. Her pretty face turned red.

A trace of heartache flashed through Ying Wuji's hazy eyes. "You wouldn't be willing to let me sleep in my clothes all night while I'm drunk, would you?"

"Well, okay..."

Bai Zhi reached out with her soft and white little hand, trembling slightly, and reached for Ying Wuji's belt.