World's First Traitor System [Isekai Transmigration]

Chapter 127 - The Emperor's Demise And Princess’s Lust

It was the ninety-ninth day of Fan Li's stay in Chang'an. For a long period, he had not seen Cao Cao, Liu Bei, or Sun Quan. It was not because these three turned their backs on him after Dong Zhuo's death.In fact, given the current situation in the great Han, Fan Li's importance only grew. Almost every day, there were envoys from the three families coming to visit Fan Li.

On one hand, they apologized, saying their lords were too busy to pay respects to Lord Jin in person. On the other hand, they presented expensive gifts, proving the three families had never dared to slight him.

Fan Li was very understanding, smilingly accepting everything, and reassuring the envoys each time that he did not mind nor misunderstand Cao Cao, Liu Bei, and Sun Quan's inability to visit him in person. Because he knew the three were truly busy - busy with changing dynasties.

The Fan Family Trade operated across the realm, meaning Fan Li's intelligence network spanned the entire nation.

For instance, in Chang'an City, there were three extremely renowned master tailors who recently received mysterious orders to tailor dragon robes at premium prices.

Although the sources of the three dragon robe orders could not be traced, the measurements for the robes could be found.

"So Cao Cao is that short?"

"Extended sleeves? This set must be for Liu Bei."

"Whoa! Sun Quan's waist is that thick? What has he been eating? I thought it was just cheese buns and milk tea spring rolls. He must have had too much of Counsellor Jiang's tofu dishes."

As Fan Li mocked them, he tore up the papers listing the measurements for the three dragon robe sets. It was time for him to depart as well.

The Weiyang Palace had issued a summons - the Han Emperor wished to see him.

In the past three months, Fan Li had entered the palace many times, but always directly to the Palace of Lasting Joy.

He only now realized that since the great battle, he had not seen the Han Emperor Liu Xie again.

Outside the palace, the sunshine was bright. Yet inside, candles burned brightly as well. It was as if the person within had extremely poor eyesight and needed lamps lit even in broad daylight to see anything.

The excessive illumination made Fan Li squint as he stepped through the palace doors. He saw an elderly figure lying on a bed inside. White hair, white beard, eyes tightly shut, with Princess Chang Le personally attending to him at the bedside.

As Fan Li approached, he was given quite a fright!

This person's skin was withered and lined with deep creases. Several age spots were also visible - he was clearly an ancient, fading elder. But Fan Li immediately recognized that the elderly figure was none other than the Han Emperor Liu Xie!

Just a hundred days ago, he had been in his prime, handsome with refined features and a scholarly bearing. But now?

Fan Li glanced between the Han Emperor and Princess Chang Le, whose expression remained calm.

"He's not dead yet, is he?" Fan Li's mouth moved faster than his brain, blurting out his thoughts unintentionally.

"...No, I am not dead yet," the Han Emperor opened his muddy, clouded eyes. He looked at Fan Li with utter disdain.

"Heh heh." Fan Li scratched his head awkwardly. "Your Majesty is in radiant health. This subject rejoices to see it."

"Which of your eyes sees me in radiant health?" The emperor spoke slowly, shaking his head slightly. "To think I would have to entrust my daughter to the likes of you."

Did that carry the tone of a final entrustment? Fan Li fidgeted uncomfortably. He felt like an illegitimate wildling, while the Han Emperor still put on airs like a protective father-in-law.

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"Can you take good care of my daughter?" The emperor urged in a raspy voice when Fan Li did not respond.

"...Can I?" Fan Li wanted to say 'what does it have to do with me?', but he feared the Imperial Sword of Qin might unsheathe itself.hereal, celestial purity.

"Every time you visit the Palace of Lasting Joy, my father knows you and I only idly converse. My father wishes for harmony between husband and wife. Just this one night will suffice...to bring my father joy..." The princess's tone was gentle, yet her actions shockingly forceful.

Against a Qi Refining Realm cultivator, he had no ability to resist.

The night was painful and endless. Painful because of his involuntary role. Endless because he did not have a moment's respite.

Fan Li yearned for it to end, occasionally hoping his attempts to fight back might succeed. But alas, even until the first rays of dawn filtered through the window cracks, he remained the loser.

Suddenly, a solemn, weighty tolling of bells resounded from the Weiyang Palace.

Princess Chang Le froze, utterly silent.

Fan Li fell quiet as well. Even as a teardrop fell upon his cheek, he did not wipe it away.

After a long while, the princess finally spoke. "My father...has passed away..."