Surviving the Tyrant with My Dog Blood Stories - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The horror of that night’s palace banquet left only me with a massive psychological shadow.

As for the other beauties, who had truly grown up in a feudal environment, one night was enough for them to digest the fear in their hearts.

The next day, I looked listless and withered, while they were glowing with energy, already prepared to throw themselves into the next round of palace scheming.

After all, Great Zhou had already unified the northern borderlands, while the many kingdoms of the south were scattered and weak.

When they would be destroyed depended entirely on a single thought from Fu Beichen.

Win over this man, and it meant glory and favor under heaven itself-the highest power one could obtain in this era.

So on the night the Tyrant summoned someone to serve him in bed, someone asked the eunuchs to put in a few good words for her.

This Zheng Meiren from Jiangnan was not only beautiful, she also had plenty of gold and silver. Successfully, she became the first to receive the honor of attending him in bed.

She left with a face full of springtime pride, while the remaining beauties gnashed their pearly teeth and cursed her to anger the Tyrant and get dragged out to be executed as soon as possible.

I prayed she would gain the Tyrant’s favor, so the turn to serve him would never fall to me.

At the first glimmer of dawn, terrible news arrived.

Zheng Meiren was dead!

Now everyone was truly frightened.

Several beauties who were most likely to become the winners of this palace struggle formed an alliance, planning to push out a few scapegoats.

Those scapegoats would test the waters first and probe the Tyrant’s likes and dislikes. Only then would they devise their own countermeasures.

Powerless and without backing, I was targeted.

The person serving him tonight was me.

Me: “…”

Then I’d better hurry up and write my will.

On the off chance that after I died, my corpse returned to the modern world, I wasn’t planning to pay back my Huabei on Alipay. But the few assets left in my dorm still had to be divided fairly among my sisters. And they had to remember to go to Tianlong Temple and light an ever-burning lamp for me.

Carrying my will, the ink still not dry, I went to the Tyrant’s bedchamber with the resolve of a martyr.

Fu Beichen was bent over his desk, reviewing memorials. He didn’t even sweep a glance my way.

I wasn’t suicidal enough to try attracting his attention either, so I quietly knelt on the cushion.

I hadn’t been kneeling like that for long before my legs went numb, but the Tyrant remained motionless, still reading memorials.

Breathing in the heavy, faint fragrance of sandalwood in the hall, I couldn’t help getting sleepy.

I could force myself to endure drowsiness, but I couldn’t suppress the instinct to yawn.

After secretly yawning a few times and seeing that Fu Beichen hadn’t noticed me at all, I relaxed a little.

Just as I opened my mouth wide, preparing to let out a truly satisfying yawn, Fu Beichen suddenly furrowed his brows and fixed his gaze on me, his jade-white face clouded with gloom.

In an instant, all my sleepiness vanished. So did the yawn. My mouth hung wide open, as if I’d been frozen in place.

Our eyes met.

Fu Beichen said, “Are you very sleepy?”

Awkwardly, I slowly closed my mouth and nodded honestly.

“Then We shall help wake you up.” He shook the memorial in his hand and narrowed his eyes. “We intend to send troops against Wu State.”

I froze for a moment before remembering that I was the princess of Wu State.

Great. Thank you. Very refreshing. I was awake now.

Not because I was afraid, but because I was way too damn happy!

I was thrilled!

That hellhole, Wu State-my scumbag father and my scheming younger sister weren’t good people at all. Best if he captured them and brought them to the harem as soon as possible so they could suffer with me.

I hid my delight and worked hard to put on a look of deep grief, lowering my eyes sorrowfully.

Perhaps my performance was too boring, because Fu Beichen lost all desire to converse with me. He snorted, then went back to reading memorials.

The bedchamber gradually fell silent. Only the lamp wicks occasionally crackled with small, muffled pops.

The mountain of memorials on the Tyrant’s desk slowly dwindled.

Being emperor was really hard work.

My mind emptied, and sleepiness gradually crept back over me.

Fu Beichen finally finished the memorials at hand. He stood and wearily rubbed his temples.

“Change Our clothes.”

Was he going to sleep?

Those words were like a death warrant exploding beside my ear.

It was over. He was going to sleep!

I snapped awake.

According to the information I had spent a fortune buying from the old palace maids, almost no one survived the night they served him in bed.

The rare few who did survive were later killed for various reasons anyway.

That was why the Tyrant’s harem was completely empty, leaving only this newly arrived batch of women-us.

And now, I had reached the critical moment between life and death.

I absolutely could not let Fu Beichen go to sleep!