The Empress’ Livestream

Yiye Chengzhou: “Poor Meng Liang! I’ve screenshotted his expression for chat stickers.”

Aizhai Huohua: “Unfortunate boy! He’s unable to react.”

The viewers were right. There was a time when Meng Liang had lost his ability to think and react. Although he was unable to speak, everyone could tell what he was furiously moaning at Jiang Pengji: “This isn’t what you said!”

Then, as if heaven had finally had mercy on him, he began to feel his tongue again. “Niu Shi… You’rrrre go ‘a hell!”

His articulation was unclear, but it was enough for Meng Hun to understand. The military chief’s kick in his face caused his cheek to swell instantly, and Meng Liang could taste blood in his mouth. The other side of his face touched the ground and slid a distance on the rough surface.

The boy had never been treated with such violence before, as he had always been the one expending force. Thus, he spat out his broken teeth and added, “You beoble! You’rrrre all go ‘a hell!”

“How dare you speak to the langjun this way! Meng Liang, today I’m avenging for my wife and daughter with your blood. You are the one who’s going to hell!” The man took a wide step forward and bunched Meng Liang’s hair. He pulled the strands so hard he could have torn the skin off his head.

Jiang Pengji held the bamboo slips in front of her curved lips. Her eyes were glittering like stars.

Standing on the other side of the room, she moved her lips to speak to Meng Liang silently. Goodbye, Meng Liang!

Yiye Chengzhou: “Aww! How can the host be so cunning, so dangerous, yet so enticing at the same time?”

Mainuhaide Xiaohuachai: “Her smile stole my breath!”

Shouxing Taidi: “I’ve been watching quietly behind the screen until the host smiled. It feels like Cupid has shot me with his golden arrow.”

Huxiang Shanghaiya: “I have a boyfriend, but I think I’m becoming a lesbian.”

Baigui Yexing: “That’s nothing. I’m becoming less gay because of her.”

While Jiang Pengji’s fans were changing their sexual orientation for her, Meng Hun’s heart was pumping as the moment of his revenge had finally arrived. He was more bloodthirsty than usual, yet he managed to control himself from any barbaric acts.

“Killing him right away isn’t enough,” said some of his brothers. Meng Liang needed to have a taste of suffering before the end of his life.

Meng Hun shook his head. “Just because he has treated my family mercilessly doesn’t mean we should follow what he’s done. Besides, I’m not killing him for pleasure––no amount of torture to him can bring me happiness.”

His companions had always found him a sensible man. The current situation was no different.

“Still, I feel like we should do more.” At least there should have been another kind of punishment.

Meng Hun thought for a moment and then asked in a low voice, “Do you think torture will make him feel remorse?”

The soldier shook his head. Everyone knew Meng Liang was incorrigible.

Meng Hun fell into contemplation. At last he said, “Meng Liang dreads death. We’ll kill him slowly by cutting his wrists and letting him feel his blood streaming out… I’ll watch the whole process.”

Jiang Pengji turned to leave the room. She was not interested in the scene of a loyal, honest man taking revenge with cruelty and slight madness.

Ever since Jiang Pengji started her first semi-interactive stream, the System had refused to talk to her because of their previous argument. It could not keep quiet for long, however.

“Host… I’m scared of you.”

Jiang Pengji wore a smile. If that was true, it would not have irked her so many times. It was merely trying to throw her off guard so that it could control her the way it had done to the other hosts.

Jiang Pengji’s mood was worsened, and she said without changing her expressions, “If you’ve ever met a villain that’s not scary, then that’s no villain at all.”

Although there were two houses between her and the storage room, she could still hear Meng Liang’s petrified shrieks.

In the next second, the unaffected Meng Hun said, “Quiet!”

Jiang Pengji lazily leaned on a pillar. “System, start the poll.”

System: “Our Host, Jiang Pengji, has finished her first semi-interactive stream. Are you pleased with the show? (A) Yes (B) Not really (C) Not at all.”

That time, Jiang Pengji said nothing to the audience. She cared nothing about the result.

Yet, there were a lot of viewers calling for positive votes for her. Those who had given a high rate before continued to choose (A), as they knew the result could affect her future shows.

The outcome was much better than Jiang Pengji had expected: Out of ten thousand viewers, 9,235 expressed satisfaction, 622 chose “Not really,” while the remaining 143 disliked the stream. The overall rate was 92.35 percent, a few percentages lower than the last time, but still very high.

Jiang Pengji could only obtain a Silver Chest. When she heard the notification, she immediately opened it. That time, she needed no consultation with Master Liaochen.

Inside the chest was a card. Instead of a free level up card, she had drawn something with a sexy, naked woman on it, whose perfect shape could seduce any male in the world.

Jiang Pengji: “…”

She was glad that the audience could not see her award, or else they would mock her again. She looked at the caption, which contained some censored, revealing words…