Chapter 7: If You Can't Make a Mink Coat, Make a Scarf

Xi Xizhi struggled in his arms for a bit, but found the other party's grip too strong to break free, so she had to give up struggling and quietly lay in An Honghan's arms.

Well, it's nothing more than being a hero in eighteen years.

Liuyun Palace was not far from the imperial study. It could be reached by walking through a few corridors. So An Honghan didn't call for a vehicle but instead walked to Liuyun Palace with the silver-white fluffy ball in his arms.

During this time, a large palm always stroked Xi Xizhi's back. One moment he pinched her pointed ears, and the next he lifted her front leg to pinch her plum blossom-shaped pad.

Xi Xizhi dared to be angry but not to speak out. She had seen harassment before, but never so blatant! The dozens of eunuchs and palace maids around her were all watching, making it even more unbearable for her!

Xi Xizhi reminded herself in her heart that she was now a mink, not a human. Ignore these actions, ignore these gazes...

As a little mink, being touched and being watched by people was all within reason. She had to get used to it; she must get used to it...

Xi Xizhi kept giving herself psychological hints, but after reciting them more than a dozen times, they had no effect. Instead, the hand stroking her back made her feel very comfortable, so comfortable that she narrowed her eyes and actively rubbed against it.

"Do you like this?" An Honghan's meaning from his mouth refers to touching.

Chirp chirp...

Xi Xizhi called out twice as her answer.

Seeing his Majesty in a good mood, Lin En chimed in, "Your Majesty, any fluffy pet will feel comfortable as long as you stroke its fur."

"Oh? No wonder it looks so enjoying." An Honghan rubbed the little mink's forehead, his slender fingers gradually moving downward, gently stroking its fur.

Just as Xi Xizhi was about to praise that this cold-blooded emperor also had a good side to get close to, his next words pissed her off so much that she wanted to slam into a wall.

"This fur feels good to touch. I wonder what it would feel like to wear a mink fur cape." An Honghan said lightly, his eyes sparkling with a hint of teasing.

Xi Xizhi was startled, shaking all over, almost falling from his arm. She used all her limbs to cling to him tightly, barely stabilizing her body.

Goodness! She knew it; this emperor couldn't suddenly change his ways and stroke her fur. He definitely meant to do something to her skin!

This fur of hers, except for a tuft of flame-like fluff on her forehead, is all silver-white. Such a fine fur is hard to find in the world, so it's no wonder An Honghan would have this idea.

Does he want not only to fry her meat but also to peel off her fur and make a warm cloak!

Dear heavens, are you letting her be reborn just to experience the pain of being skinned and having her bones pulled out?

Usually, she didn't do anything against the natural order of things. Why should she be tormented like this?

The little mink looked up at the sky with a face full of grief...

"Your Majesty, the Fengyun mink is too small to make a cloak." Lin En spoke.

The little mink looked at Lin En like a savior, nodding her little head constantly.

It can't be made... It can't be made...

"However, it is enough to make a scarf." Lin En frowned, thought for a while, and reported.

Xi Xizhi took back her pleading gaze, gritted her teeth, and realized that this uncle was not kind-hearted and was just as bad as An Honghan.

What did they want from her? They thought about eating her meat and taking her fur all day long!

"That's a good idea, actually." An Honghan's unique, ice-cold voice announced the fate of Xi Xizhi's remaining life.

Good my ass! The little mink snarled and bared her teeth.

An Honghan became even more delighted. Every time he teased the little fellow, his mood became even better.

After passing through the last corridor, An Honghan and the others stopped in front of a magnificent and magnificent palace. On the plaque above, the gilt characters "Liuyun Palace" were written in a dragon and phoenix dancing style.

In front of the palace gate, two rows of armed guards stood side by side. Each one was powerful and imposing. Their mere presence made the palace look even more majestic.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." As soon as An Honghan appeared, the actions of the two rows of guards were unanimous. They almost simultaneously knelt down at the same time.

"Rise." An Honghan played with the little mink's ears and didn't even look at the group of guards, walking straight into the palace hall.

On the floor, a red carpet was laid from the entrance of the hall to the nine-step high platform. The ancient emperor's throne was always built on a nine-step platform, symbolizing a higher status than others.

Under the surrounding lights, An Honghan's golden-threaded dragon robe shone brilliantly. The exquisite surface of the dragon robe seemed to be covered with a thin layer of golden glow, making An Honghan look extremely arrogant.

His body stood tall, his face dignified. His jet-black eyes shone with cold stars, and his eyebrows were like brushed paint. As he stepped into Liuyun Palace, the noisy hall suddenly fell silent. Amidst the vastness of the palace, only An Honghan's footsteps sounded the loudest.

"Long live, long live the emperor," the ministers immediately knelt down on both knees, their voices like a bell, shaking the entire palace. The lingering echoes continued to ripple.

Xi Xizhi propped up her round body, poked her little head out of An Honghan's arms, and looked around. The ministers kneeling prostrated in all directions, all bowing their heads respectfully, not daring to raise their heads without An Honghan's order.

It wasn't until An Honghan ascended the nine-step high platform, brushed his wide sleeves, and sat down in the dragon chair that his ice-cold voice rang out again.

"My ministers, rise."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The ministers gradually stood up.

With his left elbow resting on the golden dragon's arm, An Honghan looked extremely casual, but those pure black eyes always exerted an invisible pressure.

"Grant a seat." The simple and concise two words were nonetheless authoritative.

The ministers sat in the already arranged positions, their waists straight. Beside them, a palace maid dressed in a light green skirt and carrying a white jade wine bottle poured wine for the ministers.