Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Another concubine had a prince, and her family had been Grand Tutors for three generations.

Meanwhile, everyone in the palace harbored their own ulterior motives, and both sides were vying for support.

The game lasts for five days, with different story missions each day. The reward for each mission is a phoenix hairpin, with a total of thirteen hairpins distributed. On the final day of destiny, a vote is held, and the side that receives the most phoenix hairpins wins and ascends to the position of Empress.

Bai Weiran's goal was clear: to help the Imperial Concubine ascend to the throne.

Who played the role of the Imperial Concubine?

Bai Weiran walked out of the changing room, where many of his project colleagues were already dressed and waiting outside.

Wu Ji drew a high-ranking official, who was the half-brother of the concubine who had a child.

Waving a paper folding fan, the gray-haired prince exuded an air of dashing elegance.

Ah Chao drew a prince with good fortune. Because he was too cowardly and incompetent, he was lucky enough to be spared when the current emperor, who was also his fourth brother, went on a killing spree. He now spends his days fighting cocks and walking dogs, and has no serious life.

But Ah Chao himself is so handsome that he portrayed the prince as a gentle and weak Jia Baoyu, and a group of female colleagues from the project competed to take photos with him.

Guoguo was an ordinary concubine with nothing special. Her family was in business and had plenty of money. She wore pink and recited poems, looking delicate and pretty. She was eighteen years old at the time.

The emperor is not a real character. In this kind of palace intrigue drama, the emperor is not important. In the script, he is on his deathbed and about to die, lying in bed all day long, and is just a background character.

They waited and waited, but the Imperial Concubine never appeared.

Qin Ning didn't come out either.

Bai Weiran had a bad feeling—

Until Qin Ning walked out of the fitting room dressed in snow white, her figure graceful and elegant, her loose hair neatly combed up, wearing an oval-shaped round hat adorned with blue palace flowers, even though it was an inexpensive TBB outfit, her own temperament still elevated her to a noble and elegant level.

There's no need to ask who the Imperial Concubine is, right?

Guoguo screamed, "My daughter is so beautiful!" and rushed forward. Bai Weiran stood there pressing his temples. Wu Ji came over and sang softly in his ear.

"...Father-in-law has a migraine~ Father-in-law has a migraine~ Father-in-law, father-in-law, seeing a beautiful woman gives him a migraine~"

Bai Weiran: ...You sang very well, but you're not allowed to sing like that again!

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There will be another update this afternoon.

I'm not short! Not small! Not soft! You're not allowed to say that!!! (〃＞皿＜)

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Sickly Consort and Eunuch Bai

In this immersive theater, everyone has their own script, and different routes are taken according to the script.

Guoguo and her group of concubines entered through the main hall and chose their own factions, while Eunuch Bai and the sickly concubine had their own separate ancient-style private room from the beginning, where they waited for those who came to pledge their loyalty.

The first day's task is to divide into factions.

In the character setting, Qin Ning plays a concubine who loves extravagance. Presenting expensive gifts can win the concubine's favor and make one a member of her faction.

The way to receive gifts is to communicate and interact with other real-life NPCs present and complete various side quests they give you.

The task for those outside on the first day was to choose sides, while Consort Qin and Chief Steward Bai's task was to examine these people who came to surrender and find out the traitors sent by the enemy.

Bai Weiran and Qin Ning were in the private room. They could faintly hear the hustle and bustle outside. Other project team members were busy talking to different NPCs to complete different tasks and obtain tokens. Bai Weiran looked around, holding a whisk in one hand. He reached out and touched the room and found that there was not a single window in the room. The only antique-style window lattice on the wall was fake and sealed off.

The room was entirely powered by air conditioning.

This is truly a traditional Chinese-style dark room.

Wooden furniture, deep red cushions, and the only light source in the room is a few lanterns.

Of course, the lanterns weren't real candles; they contained light bulbs.

The warm, yellow light created an antique atmosphere, evoking a sense of déjà vu, as if transported back to some distant dynasty.

After all, the scene featured windows from the Song Dynasty, chairs from the Ming Dynasty, teapots from the Tang Dynasty, official systems from the Han Dynasty, and clothing from the Qing Dynasty.

The immersive theater is set in a fictional era, with no precise counterpart. The script even explicitly states that it is "purely fictional"—clearly, they are taking extra precautions to avoid being criticized by haters.

Bai Weiran walked around the entire room and even opened the prop boxes to carefully inspect them.

In fact, the room wasn't very big; it was only ten steps from one end to the other. No matter what he did, he was always under Qin Ning's gaze. Qin Ning didn't say anything; she just sat quietly on the chaise lounge, leaning against a soft pillow and gazing at him with a leisurely air.

"I think they'll need a little more time to complete the task," Bai Weiran said gently, closing the item box.

"You can come down and walk around, it's fine. It's just a game, you don't need to be so serious about playing the role."

Qin Ning's gaze shifted to Bai Weiran's prop whisk, the end of which trembled slightly with Bai Weiran's movements.

"Brother Weiran." She gently stroked the soft pillow with her fingers.

The words were spoken softly, like a cat's tail gently tickling one's heart.

Bai Weiran had no choice but to focus his attention on her.

Qin Ning looked absolutely stunning in that outfit; he could hardly look at her directly.

The clothing has been modified to eliminate the lack of curves, with a slightly cinched waist, but without being sexy or form-fitting, losing its elegance. It lacks the flowing, dazzling ribbons, and when the lights dim, the glaringly cheap silk appears like moonlight, reflecting hazily in the dim light.

It's true that if you want to look beautiful, you have to turn on the filter first.

And Qin Ning, a natural beauty, looks even more stunning with filters.

Their eyes met, and the alluring concubine suddenly laughed, instantly dispelling the eerie atmosphere.

"...Aren't you my steward? Isn't the steward responsible for taking care of me? You won't even pour me a cup of tea! Be careful, or I'll have you dragged out and beheaded!"

She's really getting into character, isn't she?

Bai Weiran looked wronged, walked to the coffee table, and gestured with the prop teapot.

Nothing was poured out.

"Look, how can I take care of you? There's not even water in the teacups here."

Being the general manager is difficult.

Qin Ning snorted, her eyes revealing an air of arrogance.

"Haven't you ever played house before? I want some water, bring it to me right now."

Bai Weiran shrugged and actually brought it over to Qin Ning.

Qin Ning can be a bit mischievous at times.

But when the prop teacup was placed in front of Qin Ning, she reached out her hand, then withdrew it, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Brother Weiran, is this just for me, or do all the other sisters get one?"

The witty remark carried a hint of provocation, but Bai Weiran then thought of something else and laughed.

“The other sisters have them too.”

Qin Ning's smile turned cold, the gleam in her eyes vanished abruptly, and then Bai Weiran continued speaking with a smile.

"This reminds me of when I used to play house with my sister."

Like all little girls, my younger sister Bai Shimo also loves to play house.

But Bai Shimo is a little different from the other little girls. The other little girls like to play the role of the mother and ask others to play the role of the father or child, and are dedicated to taking care of others. Bai Shimo dislikes cooking because it is too tiring. She wants a role that is too lazy to move and can just lie there and wait for food.

"So she always played the father, and I was forced to play the mother." Bai Weiran couldn't help but laugh when he recalled this past event.

The consequences of this incident lasted until she grew up; Bai Shimo never learned to cook.

Other people's children always have a few signature dishes, but Bai Shimo's dishes are all tricky.

In order to prevent his siblings from starving while his parents went on a romantic outing, Bai Weiran, in an era when food delivery was not common, learned to cook by himself, stumbling and struggling, by looking at recipes.

He didn't burn down the kitchen, nor did he become a culinary prodigy.

It's neither bad nor good; this is the kind of food Bai Weiran makes.

Qin Ning was about to put on a cold face, but she was amused again.

"The seafood porridge you made is really awful," she emphasized earnestly.

She could be ranked among the top ten worst foods she's ever eaten.

After all, the young lady has only eaten a handful of truly bad dishes.

"Even if it tastes bad, people still eat it," Bai Weiran retorted jokingly.

"And he ate like a little pig."

Qin Ning recalled how miserable she looked after being starved for a day and a night, and felt extremely embarrassed. She raised her leg to kick him, but Bai Weiran instinctively reached out to block it, and both of them were stunned.

Hold those little feet in your hands.

Qin Ning had originally changed into matching court shoes, but the shoes were uncomfortable, so she had taken them off when she sat down. Now she was only wearing winter socks, a pair of snow-white ones. Winter socks are thick, so they weren't so see-through that they would make one's heart flutter and have wild thoughts. But with the slightest movement, it was as if a restless little animal was flapping in one's palm.

Bai Weiran realized what was happening and immediately tried to let go. Qin Ning also realized what was happening and rubbed her soft little feet against his palm. She even went so far as to lean half of her body out of the chair—if Bai Weiran didn't hold on for support, she would have slipped off the chair.

There was an indescribable beauty to it.

Their eyes met, and Qin Ning suddenly smiled faintly, her expression becoming unfathomable.

"Hey, Brother Weiran."

"Five days later, one of us will be dead, and the other will be alive."

"For the past ten years or so, you have supported me, accompanied me, and helped me ascend to the position of Imperial Concubine—"

"...Brother Weiran, at this critical moment of life and death, please give me a honest answer."

"Have you thought about me all this time?"

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You ignored my macho declaration, so I'm going to burst into tears and start making a scene! (/□＼*)?゜

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Eunuch and the Prince Meet in the Dungeon (3K, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Qin Ning moved closer, and their eyes met. The room was dim, and Bai Weiran's eyes lost their light, becoming silent and unfathomable.

Qin Ning was stunned for a moment.

When Weiran's eyes lose that clear light, he looks like a different person.