Chapter 50: Flew, really flew up

Chapter 50

Oh my! This huge object looks like a bird!

After a moment of shock, Pei Changying moved his lips and sneered coldly: "It doesn't seem that remarkable, just a bit strange."

"It's just an object pieced together in the shape of a bird, a bit larger than ordinary tools, but it can't move at all!"

The next instant!

Pei Changying was slapped in the face!

What did he see?

What did the ministers see?

How did all the consorts and tens of thousands of commoners suddenly become dumbfounded on the spot?!

They saw! They saw this thing called an "airplane" slowly start to move forward, then faster and faster...

With a whirring sound, it lifted off the ground, higher and higher...

Wait!

Higher?

The ancients held their breath in fright and looked out the window—

The airplane took off vertically, soaring up toward the sky thousands of meters high!

These people who had never seen flight before were all in an uproar, all shocked, even the usually cold expression of Pei Changying cracked open!

"It's flying, it's really flying?! Miss Gu's words were true! There really are treasures in this world that can fly thousands of meters up in the sky!"

"Look down there, that thing like an ant, is that a person?"

"That huge, huge house... Oh no, Miss Gu said it's called an 'airport', but the airport looks only as small as a fingertip now?"

"Oh heavens, so the clouds are really like this, like fog that can be blown away."

At this moment, the modern airplane once again shattered the ancients' perceptions.

The airplane rose slowly, the scene below growing smaller and smaller, until they could only see endless mountains and flowing waters, and the sun right before their eyes.

Those layers of clouds like cotton balls excited the ancients, and they shouted excitedly.

The commoners: "How, how, how is this even possible?"

"Look at the horizon, the clouds there are crimson red, so this is what it feels like in the heavens, what kind of place could produce such an astonishing treasure?"

"I hope the heavens will bless us with favorable winds and rains this year, so our rice can grow plump and bountiful!"

"Shut your filthy mouth!"

Pei Changying beat Consort Zhao viciously.

Whenever he thought of the words of utter disdain Gu Sang had said to him, he felt like strangling Consort Zhao to death.

Seeing Consort Zhao nearly out of breath from his beatings, Pei Changying's rage subsided slightly.

He tossed aside the troublesome lash and slowly crouched before Consort Zhao.

Pei Changying dragged the helpless, despairing Consort Zhao up from the icy floor, his cold, vicious expression hardening as he reached out and roughly grabbed her chin.

Consort Zhao was forced to look up, her haggard, pained eyes meeting Pei Changying's.

Pei Changying said in a deep, chilling tone: "Zhao Ronghua, I can give you one chance. Just tell me how you and Gu Sang communicated, so she can come back, and I'll pardon your crimes and restore your position."

"You know I'm not really a tyrant, nor do I truly disregard the people."

"It's just that Gu Sang is living in the future world, possessing so many wonderful things. I want her to come back and help me create those objects."

"Will you help me?"

What a fine excuse!

What a pathetic emperor!

Even now, Pei Changying still fails to recognize reality, still deluding himself that he can control Gu Sang?

He originally climbed to the throne by trampling on Gu Sang, and in the end did not even honor his promise to make her his empress. Now he still fantasizes about using Gu Sang to unite the realm?

Consort Zhao's body shook uncontrollably.

Not out of fear, but pain!

It hurt so much, and yet she had not a shred of the thought to submit.

She looked at the man before her with loathing and disappointment, a hint of scorn in her eyes as she said: "Your Majesty, this subject no longer desires any position."

Pei Changying: "Then what do you want? I'll give you anything!"

"Your Majesty cannot give it to me, for I wish to go to Sister Sang's world. Once there, I no longer wish to return to these foul palace harem struggles for favor."

"Your Majesty, look."

"A dull, useless subject like me can only depend on living in your rear palace as a concubine. But after seeing that other life, I too have fantasized about going there."

"You say that clear-minded, independent Sister Sang, why would she covet the paltry position you offer and come back?"

"Even if you knew how I communicated with her, what then?"

"She, she will not come back."