To be honest, Wang Feifei had never truly anticipated just how important she was to Di Lingwei before this. But now, she could feel the weight of Di Lingwei’s regard for her.
This only deepened her guilt.
Someone who trusted her and valued her so highly—yet she had previously harbored suspicions against her, even believing she might bring ruin upon the Wang family.
With a mixture of guilt and gratitude, Wang Feifei spoke without hesitation. “If Your Majesty still requires Feifei’s service, then Feifei would certainly not refuse, even at the cost of her life. No matter what condition Your Majesty proposes, Feifei will agree.”
“Truly? You would agree to any condition?” Di Lingwei asked instinctively.
As a transmigrator, hearing such words always sparked a flood of imaginative possibilities, and all sorts of amusing scenarios surfaced in her mind.
“Yes, Feifei would agree to anything, even if it meant her death!” Wang Feifei affirmed with utmost certainty.
“In that case, take off your clothes,” Di Lingwei commanded.
Upon hearing this, Wang Feifei did not hesitate for a moment and began removing her garments.
Seeing this, Di Lingwei quickly added, “My Feifei is an exceedingly beautiful woman. There is no need for her to dress as a man. What I wish to see is Feifei adorned in beautiful women’s attire every day.”
Wang Feifei undid the bindings confining her, allowing her figure to immediately become fuller. She nodded. “Feifei will certainly obey.”
The matter was settled. Under Di Lingwei’s watchful gaze, Wang Feifei’s traits underwent a change.
Name: Wang Feifei.
Identity: Commander of the Imperial Guard.
Personality: The inner gloom has been washed away, becoming cheerful and lively.
Hobby: Likes to drink, drinks whenever there’s nothing to do.
Martial Power: 96.
Regret: Not cherishing all the time spent by Di Lingwei’s side, having once misunderstood Di Lingwei.
Heart’s Desire: To serve Di Lingwei with all her heart.
Weakness: Unlocked by obtaining achievements.
Seeing the changes reflected in the traits, Di Lingwei revealed a relieved smile, her gaze softening considerably.
Her plan had succeeded. Taking this risk on the path to win her over had indeed been the right choice.
From this day forward, she would never again have to live in constant fear and trepidation. No more waking in the middle of the night to secretly check for danger before daring to sleep again. No more needing to occasionally call out in her bedchamber or study, feigning knowledge of a hidden presence to scare off potential threats.
She was safe!
On the fifteenth day of the third month in the first year of the Heavenly Mandate, the Empress issued a decree: Mu Fuwan was to be released without charge and reinstated to her official position.
As soon as this news broke, it stirred a massive uproar within the Imperial Court. Everyone knew Mu Fuwan had been imprisoned due to harboring intentions of regicide.
Even though the act hadn’t been carried out, simply possessing such intent was a heinous crime of the highest order.
There had previously been plans to have Mu Fuwan executed. Although the beheading was ultimately postponed due to a mysterious figure storming the Execution Grounds, everyone still believed Mu Fuwan was essentially finished.
Yet in the blink of an eye, Mu Fuwan was released without charge?
Not only released without charge, but even reinstated to her official position?
Such an outcome left the Civil and Military Officials somewhat dumbfounded.
Di Lingwei offered no explanation for this, instead allowing the ministers to generate countless speculations.
Phoenix Perch Palace.
Di Lingwei lay resting on her side upon the bed, clad in a vermilion Pomegranate Skirt that traced her curves in undulating lines. Wang Feifei was beside her, kneading her shoulders.
Perhaps heeding Di Lingwei’s earlier words, Wang Feifei had since ceased even wearing the leather armor of the Imperial Guard for daily use. Her attire now consisted of Martial Attire in red and white—clothing that was form-fitting and best suited to outline one’s physique. It fit Wang Feifei perfectly, displaying her curvaceous and well-proportioned figure to the fullest extent.
Naturally, what one wore within the Imperial Palace was normally governed by strict rules. In the past, only Shangguan Yuchan had been granted permission to dress casually. Now, Di Lingwei had also granted Wang Feifei the freedom to wear whatever she pleased.
“Little Wan hasn’t seen Your Majesty since she was released. She also wishes to see Your Majesty to express her gratitude for sparing her,” Wang Feifei said while continuing to knead the shoulder.
“No rush. There will be plenty of opportunities to meet,” Di Lingwei responded with a faint smile.
Mu Fuwan was absolutely loyal to Wang Feifei. So long as she could ensure Wang Feifei’s absolute loyalty to herself, then Mu Fuwan would also become one of her people.
Thus, those she could trust now were not just one person, but two.
Di Lingwei was happy, as was Wang Feifei.
Every time she recalled that both she and Mu Fuwan had been absolved of their crimes, Wang Feifei felt immense gratitude and grew increasingly closer to Di Lingwei.
“How is the pressure, Your Majesty?”
“Quite good.”
“Feifei is not a professional; perhaps not as skilled as Chief Steward Xing. But Feifei will learn.”
“No need to learn. You have your own areas of focus.”
“But if I don’t learn, I won’t be able to do it well.”
“It doesn’t need to be perfect. Just staying by my side is enough to make me very happy.”
They conversed casually, and Wang Feifei could sense Di Lingwei’s high regard for her, feeling joy from the bottom of her heart.
In the past, she had appeared cheerful and carefree on the surface while hiding matters of the heart. But now she was genuinely bright and lively, her mind finally free of dust and shadows.
“One more thing,” Di Lingwei seemed to recall something. “Let Little Wan handle the investigation into Imperial Uncle Chen afterwards.”
Since Wang Feifei always called Mu Fuwan “Little Wan,” Di Lingwei adopted the same address, making it feel more intimate and aiding in winning hearts.
After Wang Feifei’s submission, all information she possessed regarding Imperial Uncle Chen had been relayed to Di Lingwei, causing Di Lingwei to heighten her guard against the man.
However, actions required evidence. She planned to send someone sufficiently trusted to collect it, and Mu Fuwan fit this requirement perfectly.
“No problem. Feifei will inform Little Wan right away,” Wang Feifei nodded.
“I’ll leave it to you.”
After speaking, Di Lingwei yawned comfortably.
With trustworthy people around, once her mental tension relaxed, she found herself becoming drowsy easily.
“Is Your Majesty going to sleep?” Wang Feifei asked.
“I do feel like taking a noon nap.” As she spoke, Di Lingwei extended an arm and pulled Wang Feifei into her embrace.
This intimate gesture caused Wang Feifei’s cheeks to flush red, and she appeared somewhat at a loss for a moment, but offered no resistance, allowing Di Lingwei to hold her.
“Feifei, I want you to be my Personal Guard,” Di Lingwei said, gazing at Wang Feifei’s fair face, now so close.
“It would be Feifei’s honor,” Wang Feifei replied bashfully.
“Well then, do you understand what ‘personal’ means?” Di Lingwei asked, her tone leisurely.
“Th-this… that…” Wang Feifei’s large eyes fluttered as she spoke cautiously, “Does it mean that when Your Majesty sleeps, Feifei also stays by Your Majesty’s side and sleeps with Your Majesty?”
