The Playboy Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 1158 - 1060: Call Me Empress

Hua Wuqing spoke, and her soul descended into the depths of Yang Tian’s soul.

First, she heavily branded her Soul Mark deep inside Yang Tian’s soul, then she constructed a Ling Tomb there as well.

This Ling Tomb was used to suppress Yang Tian’s soul.

Even if Yang Tian wanted to resist, he could not fight against this Ling Tomb.

After finishing all this, Hua Wuqing’s soul flew out. Once her soul returned to her body, she coldly looked at Yang Tian.

At this moment, Yang Tian’s face was deathly pale.

He could clearly feel that his soul was no longer under his own control.

He wanted to unleash his Spiritual Breath, but found that his soul simply did not obey his commands at all.

He wanted to use his Divine Sense to shatter that Ling Tomb, but before his Divine Sense even reached the front of the Ling Tomb, it was already firmly pinned in place.

He sighed inwardly, knowing clearly that this was a terrifying Soul Brand.

In the past, he had always liked to brand Soul Marks deep in other people’s souls, making them only able to obey his arrangements, unable to resist in the slightest.

Who would have thought that one day he would also be controlled by someone else in this same way?

And that "someone else" was this cold and merciless Hua Wuqing?

"Yang Tian, kneel to me!"

Hua Wuqing barked coldly.

The surroundings fell into dead silence.

Avril, behind Hua Wuqing, stared fixedly at Yang Tian.

She knew Yang Tian was a man of strong will, who had always treated Hua Wuqing as his enemy.

How could he possibly kneel before his enemy?

"Big brother..."

Lan Huling, Lan Hushan, and Lan Hujiao, the three girls, stared fixedly at Yang Tian.

Seeing Yang Tian’s face bloodless and pale, his entire body trembling, they immediately sensed that something was wrong, their eyes full of worry.

"Yang Tian, you must not yield to her pressure!"

Wu Zetian shouted and flew up.

But at this moment, Yang Tian simply could not fight against the powerful Soul Mark in his body, and slowly knelt down in midair.

The surroundings erupted.

"Ah!"

"Who would have thought that even the Spirit Emperor would submit to Hua Wuqing!"

"Hasn’t he always treated Hua Wuqing as his enemy? Yet now he’s kneeling in front of her."

Bursts of heated discussion rang out.

At this moment a faint smile appeared at the corner of Hua Wuqing’s mouth, and her face was no longer so icy and imposing. On the contrary, there was even a trace of tenderness: "Yang Tian, I love you very much. From now on, you don’t need to be so stubborn in front of me. As long as you treat me well, naturally I won’t make things hard for you."

She gave a light wave of her hand.

Yang Tian, out of his own control, flew toward Hua Wuqing.

Hua Wuqing reached out and embraced Yang Tian; one moment she nestled against Yang Tian’s chest like a little woman, the next she clung to him like an Empress.

But her face was filled with waves of tender smiles.

"Everything has changed."

Wu Zetian let out a sigh. She knew that Yang Tian had already fallen under Hua Wuqing’s control.

"Master..."

Flower Dance wanted to fly up, but with just one cold glance from Hua Wuqing, she obediently backed away.

Inside Butterfly Palace, all the Butterfly Demon Race silently watched all of this.

The only one who could oppose Hua Wuqing—Yang Tian—had also been controlled by her, and was showing such docile expressions toward her. It seemed their end had come.

After all, they had once betrayed Hua Wuqing.

Hua Wuqing was cold and ruthless; she would definitely bathe this place in blood.

For a time, everyone was in terrified panic.

"Big brother, wake up! Hua Wuqing is a Demoness. You’ve always said she’s heartless and cruel, so why are you submitting to her?"

Lan Huling cried out anxiously.

Yang Tian’s face was ashen, his entire body trembling. He wanted to use his Divine Sense to resist that mark deep in his soul.

But it was all in vain.

His soul had long since been branded, and he could no longer possess independent Divine Sense.

"Be good, call me Empress."

Seeing Yang Tian struggling, Hua Wuqing said softly.

"Empress..."

Yang Tian sighed inwardly and called out once.

"Very good. Now call me ’wife’..."

Hua Wuqing added, this time her face full of tenderness.

Yang Tian shuddered, and Ling Ying and Eliza’s faces surfaced in his mind. Hua Wuqing was the enemy of Ling Ying and Eliza. If at this moment Yang Tian called Hua Wuqing "wife," once Ling Ying and Eliza learned of it, they would definitely be deeply hurt.

But just from this moment of hesitation, the mark on his soul began to burn once more.

Yang Tian couldn’t help but call out, "Wife..."

"Say it more affectionately! I like hearing you full of feeling!"

Hua Wuqing said with a smile.

"Wife..."

This time, Yang Tian deliberately lowered his voice.

"Very good, very good!" Hua Wuqing laughed, a string of bell-like sounds spilling out. One hand hooked around Yang Tian’s arm as she coldly looked down at the crowd below: "Originally, since you all betrayed me, I was going to slaughter you all. But today I’m in a very good mood. The man I love has finally become mine, so I’ll spare your lives—on one condition: you all kneel to me!"

When everyone heard this, they didn’t dare be negligent and hurriedly knelt down on the ground.

Hua Wuqing was cold and merciless; the fact that she was willing to spare their lives was already more than they could ask for.

So no one dared harbor the slightest complaint.

In an instant, all the maidens and elders atop Butterfly Palace knelt respectfully.

Only Flower Dance, Lan Huling, Lan Hushan, and Lan Hujiao were still floating there. They exchanged glances and all felt each other’s tension and anxiety.

"And you? Still not kneeling to me at once?"

Hua Wuqing coldly looked at the four women, Flower Dance and the others.

"We pay respects to the Palace Master!"

Lan Hushan and Lan Hujiao knew the situation was hopeless, and hurriedly pulled Lan Huling down to kneel.

Only Flower Dance still floated there stubbornly.

With a wave of the Soul Magical Artifact in her hand, she let out a whoosh as it shot toward Hua Wuqing.

A powerful surge of Demon Breath roared out.

But Hua Wuqing simply reached out and grabbed, catching that dagger. She said blandly, "It’s useless. My Soul Magical Artifact will always belong to me. As for you, Flower Dance, if you refuse to kneel, there is only one road left for you—death!"

Having missed with her strike, Flower Dance immediately flew outward at high speed.

"Trying to run?"

Avril gave a cold laugh. Her figure flickered, and she had already appeared before Flower Dance.

Having received Hua Wuqing’s demonic power blessing, Avril was no match for Flower Dance—Flower Dance simply wasn’t on her level.

"Flower Dance, don’t run. Let’s attack together and kill this Demoness!"

Wu Zetian took out the Magic Staff that represented the highest authority of the Tang Dynasty, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Flower Dance, preparing to fight Hua Wuqing.

"You’ve really got some nerve, to still be so arrogant in front of my master? You really don’t know life from death!"

Avril shouted sharply.

But just as she was about to strike, Yang Tian barked, "Stop."

Avril halted and looked at Yang Tian in confusion.

Hua Wuqing also looked at Yang Tian in puzzlement, a trace of displeasure in her eyes. "Yang Tian, what’s wrong with you?"

"Hua Wuqing, let them go. They can’t withstand any real storms."

Yang Tian said quietly.

"Heh heh..." Hua Wuqing laughed. "Are you begging me? Well, I quite enjoy that! Fine, I’ll spare those two. After all, you’ve become my man, so of course I have to be magnanimous. Besides, those two aren’t your lovers, so I can’t be bothered to kill them. But let me make this clear: Ling Ying and the rest of the women you so deeply love—I’m going to kill every last one of them."