Entangled with the Future Tycoon

Xu Wei took a sip of plain water, licked her lips, and propped her chin with her hand. Although Bai Yuxuan’s approach was beyond her grasp, her relationship with Gu Yuan seemed no less capable of enduring the long haul. Isn’t there a saying that happiness is unique, and the only commonality is the fireworks of joy?

Song Wanwan was slightly tipsy, and Ji Rou couldn’t persuade her otherwise, so she let her be. After all, alcohol poisoning requires a substantial amount, and the bottles on the table wouldn’t be enough to harm her.

Ji Rou watched Xu Wei, who was smiling at her phone with a face full of springtime joy, and shook her head slightly, “I say, your belly is as big as a pig’s, why aren’t you in a hurry to get the certificate?”

With mutual affection and a perfect match, what exactly was hindering them from making it official?

Xu Wei put down her phone and looked at Ji Rou, her eyes sparkling, and responded in a calm tone, “I say, being blind is an eye issue, why is your mouth joining the fun? Where do I look like a pig? You’re pregnant with twins blocking the way, do I dare to rush ahead?”

Ji Rou glared with wide eyes, gritting her teeth, “Can I not hold you back a bit? In this celestial palace, you rocketed up, cutting in line deeper than any mistress.”

Bai Yuxuan, sipping chicken soup and licking her lips, casually shared her thoughts, “In the world of pigs, we mere mortals truly can’t comprehend it!”

Xu Wei glanced sideways to the left, “…”

Ji Rou rubbed her belly and waited with a smirk, “…”

Bai Yuxuan coldly glanced at the somewhat silly Song Wanwan, ignoring the piercing gazes. It was they who were targeting each other, igniting a war like pigs, and she merely added the finishing touch. Did she say anything wrong?

Besides, as a mere mortal, she was just admiring the world of the two pig immortals. Was there a problem with that?

Room 808 at the Holiday Inn was a super king bed room. Xu Wei, wearing a white bathrobe and applying a face mask brought by Ji Rou, reclined on the sofa, applying lotion to her legs. She recalled a dreadful discovery she made while looking in the mirror with the mask on, and lamented, “Xuan, I think I’ve developed crow’s feet.”

Bai Yuxuan reclined against the headboard, her face mask in place, speaking in an unconcerned tone. “What’s wrong? Did Gu Yuan upset you at home?”

“No, not at all! He treats me like a queen with great food and drinks, never says a harsh word… but maybe I’m just getting old!” Xu Wei’s hand paused mid-application of body lotion as she stared at Bai Yuxuan on the bed, her eyes filled with doubt about life.

“There are lots of kinds of ‘old,'” Bai Yuxuan said nonchalantly. “Are we talking physical aging? Mental aging? Or maybe your spirit is just tired…”

“I think it’s my disguise that’s aged!” Xu Wei rolled her eyes and resumed her motions, blaming herself for being too busy lately to properly focus on maintaining her beautiful face.

Bai Yuxuan’s fingers froze mid-scroll on her phone, and the corner of her mouth visibly twitched. “Well then, should I paint you a new one someday?” She glanced over at Xu Wei on the couch. “Are you done yet? Help me with mine.”

Xu Wei got up leisurely, walked to the bed, and sat down beside Bai Yuxuan. She reached out, grabbed one of Bai Yuxuan’s legs, and placed it over her own. Squeezing some lotion onto Bai Yuxuan’s leg, she began to rub it in slowly, her touch gentle. While massaging, she sighed dramatically, “I’m the kind of queen who gets served all day at home. But the moment I join the revolution, I’m reduced to a servant!” Her sigh was filled with mock bitterness.

“Oh, come on! After all the years you’ve enjoyed my delicious rice, what’s the harm in letting me boss you around a little?” Bai Yuxuan said while reaching out to tickle Xu Wei’s waist. Xu Wei, who was famously ticklish, flinched immediately, especially in her most sensitive spots.

“Ah! Okay, okay… stop it! Can’t you let this poor servant serve her master properly?” Xu Wei twisted her body to avoid her hands, half-laughing, half-begging for mercy.

The word “master” seemed to ignite something in Bai Yuxuan, who chuckled slyly and pointed toward her leg. “Xiao Xu, here, here-make sure you spread it evenly! With this flawless, icy skin of mine, I’ll someday enchant the Emperor until he’s utterly bewitched and grants me his undivided favor. Don’t worry, you’d definitely be rewarded handsomely. Oh, and by the way, these royal legs of mine are not just for anyone to touch-you’d better take the opportunity and slather on that lotion thoroughly!”

Bai Yuxuan lightly tapped Xu Wei’s forehead, ceasing her tickling. She adjusted her position into a more comfortable recline, watching Xu Wei’s helpless expression with a smug smile. Then, she casually picked up her phone again, leaned back against the headboard, and scrolled away, her lips curling into amusement.

“Your Majesty, as a dethroned consort, wouldn’t it be better if you watched your tongue? Haven’t you heard that trouble comes from careless words? Otherwise, we might not even have this chilly Cold Palace to stay in and could end up directly in the afterlife instead!” Xu Wei’s face was filled with exaggerated helplessness, but her tone was deliberately obsequious, perfectly mimicking the overly servile court maidens in palace dramas.

Bai Yuxuan felt a chill run down her spine, goosebumps prickling her arms. How did the conversation take such a sharp turn? Cold Palace? Her mind wandered to all those drama series with cliché comeback arcs where the female protagonist rises against the odds. Reassured by the thought, she dismissed her unease, her tone suddenly composed and lofty as she mimicked the manner of a consort in a period drama. “This palace is no place for mere commoners to overthrow me. My time here is simply a tactical retreat-a period of quiet self-cultivation and strategic planning.”

And there she went-getting fully into character!

Xu Wei, however, felt no inclination to stick to the script. While massaging lotion into Bai Yuxuan’s leg, she quipped with full sarcasm, “Half a century of ‘strategic planning,’ and the Vampires are already on their second kids. How are you still stuck here in the Cold Palace?”

The corner of Bai Yuxuan’s mouth twitched, but before she could come up with her next line, another voice chimed in, pushing this parody of palace drama into full-blown absurdity.

Ji Rou sashayed out of the bathroom, wearing pajamas and a face mask. She moved like a professional actress, exaggerating her gestures as she pretended to be both delicate and haughty, holding a white towel like a handkerchief and dabbing it at her chin with flair.

Eyeing the two on the bed, Ji Rou raised an eyebrow and picked up where Xu Wei left off, her tone dripping with mockery. “That’s because your master isn’t worth raising up anymore! She doesn’t even have the sense to look at her reflection and see how low she’s fallen. The imperial harem isn’t a place where just anyone can stir up trouble. Once you’re locked away in a place like this, the odds of walking out alive are slim. Any survival at all is just stubborn clinging onto life.”

At that point, Song Wanwan, having sobered up, emerged from the bathroom with an unopened face mask in hand. She strolled casually to stand behind Ji Rou, dramatically fanning herself with the face mask while wrinkling her nose in faux disdain. “Jiejie, considering our noble status, why are we even lowering ourselves to visit this haunted dump, let alone acknowledge someone who isn’t even qualified to rank as a handmaiden?”

Bai Yuxuan and Xu Wei both furrowed their brows in frustration, staring silently at each other. The sheer unfairness of the situation made them blink helplessly at the two “elite noblewomen” before them.

Ji Rou, her face mask lending her an air of villainy, smirked darkly. “It’s only because the Emperor has been ailing recently. The High Priest of the Ministry of Rites divined that someone has been using sorcery to curse His Majesty. The Emperor commanded me to investigate the harem thoroughly.” She glanced sideways at Song Wanwan with an exaggerated grimace. “Tell me, dearest sister, do you think the witch responsible for such dark magic might just be hiding in this haunted dump?”

Her every movement radiated theatricality-no detail wasted. Even the flick of her eyebrows brimmed with drama. Bai Yuxuan could only admire the level of expertise. Truly, when faced with a professional, amateurs didn’t stand a chance.