My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

But after putting on the black stockings, the uncomfortable feeling suddenly disappeared.

The Queen of the South Ming found that her body was not affected at all. Aside from the aura of the Demon Emperor suppressing her on the surface, there were no other changes.

Even her Primordial Spirit within had subtly strengthened quite a bit after donning these stockings.

For a moment, the Queen of the South Ming was puzzled.

Had her nephew, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, gone to all this trouble just to have her wear a strange pair of black stockings and then help her enhance her Spirit Dao cultivation?

Right now, the Queen herself hadn't realized that her tone had shifted from the previous coldness to a gentle and soothing manner, as if she were coaxing Cheng Guang.

If it weren't for Black Cub's aura suppressing her on the outside,

Cheng Guang imagined that the Queen's behavior and actions would become bolder and lose the restraint and dignity she maintained before.

Facing such a Queen of the South Ming, Cheng Guang also felt somewhat uncomfortable.

He hadn't expected that the Queen's stockings would have such a powerful effect, nearly instant in nature.

No sooner had the Queen put on the stockings than her personality underwent a transformation, and even she herself was completely unaware of it.

At the same time, Cheng Guang also noticed that although the Queen's personality had changed, the noble air about her remained undiminished. Her limpid eyes and every smile on her face radiated a strong charm that made it hard for one to look away.

This mixture of worldly and dignified airs in the Queen of the South Ming strangely added a kind of contradictory beauty to her.

Cheng Guang clicked his tongue in appreciation.

"It's nothing other than that. Auntie, are you satisfied with this gift of mine?"

Cheng Guang evaluated the Queen from head to toe.

Upon hearing Cheng Guang's words, the Queen just scoffed.

For her, the black stockings Cheng Guang had put on her had no destructive power at all.

If the black stockings had any function, with her cultivation, she would have noticed something off immediately.

But at the moment, she had not detected anything unusual.

Therefore, it was clear that these black stockings were nothing but ordinary garments.

They merely had a somewhat strange style, that's all.

The Queen's thoughts rose and fell, and after scoffing, she said sarcastically,

"Heh, nephew's gift, as his aunt, I naturally couldn't be more satisfied."

"Only, don't you think that giving such a gift to your aunt is far too frivolous?"

What she called a scoff, in Cheng Guang's eyes, was at most a flirty smile.

Cheng Guang didn't mind it.

He casually sat back at the table beside him and poured himself a cup of tea.

In the brilliant morning sunlight, the clear tea became exceedingly translucent.

The light fragrance of the tea wafted gently into Cheng Guang's nostrils.

Cheng Guang picked up the teacup, sipped it carefully, and then turned to the Queen with a smile, "Auntie, what do you think, if my household were to see you appear in my bedroom while it's still not bright out?"

"What would happen to your reputation?"

"If this were to get out, regardless of what the King of South Ming thinks, your reputation might be ruined overnight."

The Queen of the South Ming, upon hearing Cheng Guang's words, was unconcerned.

Reputation is something ordinary women definitely care about.

If she were a real princess, facing Cheng Guang's words now would probably make her panic.

But she was not a real Queen nor a common woman of the Four Directions Mortal World; she did not care about such things at all.

So, hearing Cheng Guang using such things to threaten her seemed quite laughable to her.

Cheng Guang saw that the Queen showed no change in her expression and was not surprised; he simply took another leisurely sip of tea.

"Auntie might not care about her own reputation, but you, as the Queen of the South Ming, meeting with me in secret in the middle of the night, will cause the King of South Ming to lose face."

"The people of this world don't dare to offend me nor the King of South Ming. To maintain the King's dignity, as well as the face of the royal Court, some Court officials will likely petition for your execution."

"Oh right, you are probably not afraid of death, are you?"

"Then, as the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, I could request the Emperor not to kill you, but to send you to Wanhuatower or the Opera Department instead."

Cheng Guang said this in a calm and unhurried manner, and the Queen's expression had already changed by that point.

She, indeed, did not care about life and death.

After all, her avatar had been tainted the moment Cheng Guang touched her.

The Abyss Demon Emperor would not allow such an avatar to continue existing.

To die, she feared not at all.

But regarding...

What Cheng Guang mentioned, being sent to the Opera Department, was something she couldn't accept.

Even though this persona of the Queen was just an avatar of the Abyss Demon Emperor, the pride that was unique to the Emperor remained fully intact.

Merely being touched by Cheng Guang had made her feel unacceptable.

If she were sent to the Opera Department and unable to take her own life, then for the Queen of the South Ming, it would truly be a hell on earth!

To be unable to live as one wishes or die as one pleases would not be an overstatement!

"No, you cannot do this."

The Queen, always so dignified, could no longer maintain her composure. Panic appeared in her autumnal eyes as she looked at Cheng Guang. Beyond the panic, there was also a faint plea in her expression.