(thirty-one)
Yayu raised his head as he was told, with no sadness or joy on his face, adding elegance and nobility.
Gorgeous clothes and exquisite makeup make Yayu look more like a gift waiting to be opened.
In the eyes of King Wu Fu Chai, he was arrogant and proud, while in the eyes of King Gou Jian of Yue, he was obedient and humble, hiding a well-thought-out attitude.
"Sure enough, people really rely on their clothes."
King Wu Fu Chai drank all the wine in his cup and walked down the steps with his sword in high spirits.
Yayu's heart clenched tightly, and for a moment, she felt frustrated that dying by King Wu's sword would be a good destination.
There was a playful smile on the corner of Wu Wang Fu Chai's mouth. His long sword tore his clothes, and his outer robe fell to the floor. The rustling sound was small but clear.
Yayu couldn't help but close her eyes and tremble slightly. She could even imagine the scornful and mocking whispers of the singers and dancers who were watching, and the increasingly perverted and stubborn face of her husband, King Gou Jian of Yue.
She would rather that her husband still had the last bit of strength to allow her to commit suicide.
Perhaps, this way she will still say good things to Gou Jian until she dies.
Vaguely aware that King Wu Fu Chai once again pressed his long sword against his barely covering clothes, Yayu seemed to have made some kind of determination and opened his eyes: "King Wu, although I am a Yue girl, I can be killed but not humiliated."
The country of Yue does not need the Queen of Yue who is humiliated in public.
Her son couldn't have a mother like her.
A thin layer of underwear is her last bit of dignity.
Yayu raised his hand, pulled out the beaded hairpin from the sword in his bun, and held it against his throat.
Blood beads emerged one by one, as if the most coquettish and gorgeous flower was blooming.
King Wu Fu Chai was very impressed.
But no one knew whether he was admiring Yayu's few integrity or admiring this breathtaking beauty.
Yayu, wearing light makeup and heavy makeup, showed off her own beauty.
King Gou Jian of Yue was still kneeling on the ground, with a thin layer of anger in his eyes.
Yayu, a woman he had always thought was extremely obedient, openly went against his plan.
"King Wu..."
Gou Jian wanted to remedy the situation, but Fu Chai waved his hand to signal him to shut up.
Fu Chai looked at Ya Yu who was facing death with great interest, "The beauty is fierce, but she is really beautiful. It is a pity to be a slave."
"Why not, just join me in my harem, and I will make you my wife."
"At that time, you will still be a noble lady, and you can continue to look down on everyone, including the Yue King Gou Jian who you once needed to rely on?"
"how?"
For Yayu, Wu Wangfu Chai discovered more novelties and fresh things.
Yayu clutched Zhuchai tightly, "I don't want to."
If she becomes a member of Fu Chai's harem waiting to be favored, her son will also become a shame to the Yue country because of her.
As a mother, you can't just throw your son into the mire and be covered with filth just for the sake of covetousness, and be scolded in the spine for the rest of his life.
"King Wu, I have made a choice."
King Wu Fu Chai's hand holding the sword paused, and his playful expression suddenly stopped.
Yayu was betting that Wu Feng had confessed to the King of Wu about the conversation between the two of them, that King Wu Fu Chai tolerated and favored Wu Feng, and that the power of Wu Zixu and his son in the Kingdom of Wu was enough to make King Wu Fu Chai hesitate.
King Wu Fu Chai frowned and was quite angry.
Women are supposed to be weak.
"Get out!"
King Wu Fu Chai turned his head and glared at Gou Jian.
Gou Jian:......
Gou Jian, who was confused, did not dare to delay.
Bo Pu's youngest son also left the hall as if fleeing behind Gou Jian.
He likes to drink and have fun, but he doesn't want to be so exciting.
Seeing Fu Chai's sudden rage, the singers and dancers were so frightened that they even retreated.
In the huge hall, there were only Fu Chai, Ya Yu, and the eunuch who had grown up with Fu Chai.
King Wu Fu Chai casually put the long sword back into the scabbard, and drank two glasses of wine in frustration before he could barely suppress his rising anger.
He didn't know what he was angry about.
Are you angry, is Wu Feng better than him?
"Tell me, what is your choice?"
Yayu's back was straight, and all the softness and gentleness disappeared at this moment, replaced by firmness and bravery.
It seemed that when he made up his mind to hold the pearl hairpin against his throat, endless courage emerged from his body.
"I want to see Wu Feng."
In an instant, King Wu Fu Chai's face turned even darker.
"In your eyes, I am not as powerful as Wu Feng?"
Yayu shook his head, "No, the King of Wu has great talent, great strategy, and decisive attacks. He can indeed be called the lord."
"I only met Wu Feng because he had no intention of killing me."
"I want to live."
Every word of Yayu is sonorous and powerful.
The worst case scenario is death.
When she dies, the only victim is Gou Jian.
But based on her understanding of Gou Jian, Gou Jian will definitely be able to come up with new ways to save himself.
As for the people of Yue, they can't insult her just because she would rather die than surrender.
Her son can have a loyal mother.
If she dies, she will not lose.
"Xuanwu Feng!" Fu Cha gritted his teeth.
Wu Feng also quietly and quietly transformed from a small grass in the wilderness into a towering tree.
This should have been something he was happy to see happen.
However, what kept overflowing from the depths of Fu Chai's heart was fear.
The eunuch agreed and quickly walked out of the hall.
While waiting for Wu Feng, Fu Chai said angrily, "Put it down and take a rest."
"I have no shortage of beauties in my harem, and I won't force myself on you."
Yayu had already stood still, holding up the slender hairpin tirelessly and painlessly, fearing that the jar would break and fall, and said, "King Wu, going against the other party's will is all forced."
"I asked you to dance, and you didn't refuse." Fu Cha retorted dissatisfied.
Yayu said flatly, "In a situation of unequal power and status, not refusing does not mean inner consent."
Fucha: Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!
I really didn’t see it!
Before that, he had always thought that Yayu was a Yue girl who was as gentle and submissive as water. He never imagined that she still had such a strong energy in her bones.
"Why can't you just obey the widowed people?"
"With our strong military, strong people and rich people, our country of Wu will dominate the world and become the overlord of the world sooner or later."
"You have become the wife of a widower's harem, and no one in the world dares to look down upon you."
Yayu wiped the dripping blood with her other hand, "I used to be the most noble woman in the Yue Kingdom."
"Gou Jian also promised me honor for the rest of my life, and I also made up my mind to accompany him in life and death and never let him down."
"Wang Wang also saw the result."
"It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on your husband."
Fu Cha concealed the shock in his heart and sneered, "But when I agreed to follow Gou Jian into Wu, did I accept all the humiliation?"
"Why, can't you stand it just because someone picked on your clothes?"
"ridiculous."
"How can it be ridiculous that ants still live in vain?" Yayu asked back.
"When I have no choice, I can only go to the dark side."
"If given a choice, who wouldn't want to live an upright and dignified life?"
"Goujian is Goujian, I am me."
"The King of Wu also said that I am a noble daughter of the Yue Kingdom, so since I was a child, I have never been humble."
(End of chapter)
