The Empress’ Livestream

Jiang Pengji stopped suddenly and tilted her head to the side. She said, “You go the way I tell you to.”

The guard was kind of shocked but only dared to think, Could it be their Langjun was embarrassed about her lack of direction?

“What are you doing? Keep up!” Jiang Pengji snorted and looked at him angrily. Mist was flowing into her eyes, making her look peculiarly “tsundere.”

Of course, these people didn’t know what “tsundere” meant, but Jiang Pengji’s awkward reaction really won some people’s love by virtue of her cuteness.

“Yes!” The guard quickly responded in a loud voice after he recovered from his shock. He then followed in Jiang Pengji’s footsteps.

The audience in the streaming room suddenly understood what might be going on. A speculation spread in their minds. Did the streamer change her mind?

Nongfu Shanquan Youdianxuan: “Streamer, although saving others from danger is a virtue, you should just do what you are capable of. Compared to a total stranger, I still think that the security of the streamer is more important. Even if you don’t do anything, you are doing nothing wrong.”

Bingtang Ningmeng: “+1. Streamer, you don’t need to change your behavior because of other people’s opinions. Since you only have a few people around you, if you meet a group of bandits, you won’t be able to save the others, and you probably will throw yourself into danger. It’s not practical.”

Saving others came at a cost. Jiang Pengji and her people originally went out for water, so they didn’t bring any lethal weapons at all. They were only a few people with weak weapons, so if the number of bandits was far greater than that of Jiang Pengji’s people, they would be like sheep going into a tiger’s den.

Nide Yida: “Ugh, there are so many people who blackmail others by so-called morality. Will not saving others make the streamer a ruthless, unkind person? If she is in danger because she tries to save others, would you crawl out of the screen to save her? Streamer, be safe!”

The audience in the streaming room was quite ambivalent, and the stance was rather weak.

Jiang Pengji clearly remembered an ID who lashed out at her for her coldness, but when she had done something that seemed like a sign of salvation, the ID went on to denounce those suspected of blackmailing through morality and completely forgot about the comments they been sent earlier.

She sneered. She did not take any notice of the argument on the screen, no matter how radical it was.

Laosiji Lianmeng: “What are you arguing about? The streamer would never do something that didn’t bring her any benefit. Don’t you know that?”

In contrast to those who changed easily, the true, loyal audience members were more rational and always maintained their position. They might not watch the stream every day, but they really understood Jiang Pengji’s character.

Was she the kind of person who got carried away by emotion and acted on impulse? Apparently not.

Although no one knew why she changed her mind at the last minute, one thing was for sure: Her reasons for saving people were definitely not related to what the audience was saying.

If Jiang Pengji had been the kind of streamer who could easily be persuaded by the audience, she wouldn’t have been worth the attention of so many devoted viewers.

According to the comment of Laosiji Lianmeng, the only reason she would save someone was because the benefits of saving them were far greater than that of standing by and watching.

Yes, Jiang Pengji was that snobbish.

“Keep up. I’ll go first.” After several leaps, Jiang Pengji deftly shook off the guards and stepped onto the boulders beside the waterfall, intending to jump up.

The guards were dumbfounded. Was that what people called… Qing Kung?

One of them even tried to follow Jiang Pengji; however, the second he stepped on the first boulder with his right foot, he abruptly slipped and leaped forward as he fell, air whooshing quickly through his ears. His clothes were torn from the impact of the fall.

Only then did the guards find that the boulders near the waterfall were slippery from water splashing on them.

They couldn’t even stand firm in straw sandals—let alone Jiang Pengji in wooden clogs. So… how did she get up there?

“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and catch up with him. If something happens to Langjun, you will be dead for sure!” At that moment, the exclamation of a guard drew them back from their shock.

They had all been bandits before, but after days of intensive training and Xu Ke’s tireless brainwashing, they had become more obedient and loyal to Jiang Pengji. They behaved like regular soldiers, totally renewed.

Jiang Pengji was skillful and couldn’t climb up easily. Although they were less intelligent, they still could find their way up there.

******

“Madame, madame… you go first. Jump into the pool. Maybe there’s still a chance to live… Listen to me… Go! Beneath the waterfall is a pool of water, and it is not high. If you jump off, maybe you could survive.” Cheng Cheng gasped, and as he spoke, his wounds oozed a flow of fresh blood.

Because of the loss of too much blood, his lips were already pale, and his face was stained with blood. Even in such an awkward situation, he was still as charming as ever.

After the words, he then fumbled to pick up the sword lying beside him and stood up with the tip of his sword to the ground.

“If we die, we die together! How could I leave you here alone to face the wicked?” The woman, who was in a green dress and standing next to Cheng Cheng, was kind of messy in her appearance. All the jewels on her head had already been lost during the stampede. She clasped her husband’s hand and said, “If you die here, how could I live alone?”

Cheng Cheng tried to persuade her again, but he thought of the wilderness. Even if she escaped from the murderers with her life, she would not have been able to survive in the dangerous woods. She could only hold his hand and have a tender heart.

“Okay…” She coughed. “Having such a wife, what more could a husband want?”

Cheng Cheng took a deep breath and squeezed her fingers. With difficulty he said, “…Sweet, don’t be afraid…”

At that time, scattered footsteps echoed from all around, occasionally mixed with angry voices. Cheng Cheng’s heart pounded heavily at the sounds.

The powerful bandits had already escaped the guards and come after them?

“They are here! They escaped so quickly!”

More than 40 bandits, each brandishing a bright and shiny knife, wore coarse linens stained with blood. They had very little injuries.

“Just kill them and bring the heads back. Why talk so much nonsense?” Indistinctly, there was such a dialogue among several bandits, and Cheng Cheng’s heart was cold.

How did the bandits have the ability to slay his hundred or so bodyguards with only 40 or 50 of them? What bandit would kill them––not rob them––to cut off their heads and take them away?

It was obviously no longer the case of bandits killing and stealing goods; they were people who were deliberately waiting there with the intention of taking their lives.

Cheng Cheng’s wife was also a heroine, as she was bold and courageous. She reflected on the recent happenings and looked at her husband with a dignified expression.

Cheng Cheng gritted his teeth as he withstood the pain and asked, “…Who sent you here?” Although he knew it was impossible to get an answer, Cheng Cheng was still a bit upset.