Chapter 65 Three steps away, target locked

Chapter 65 Three steps away, target locked

At this distance, one could clearly see the thick layer of makeup on the Empress Dowager's face, as well as the undisguised malice and contempt in her eyes.

Although the Empress Dowager maintained a haughty demeanor, she was actually quite uneasy inside.

She knew better than anyone what ingredients were added to this "Harmony Wine".

If she actually drank it, even just a sip, the grotesque sight she would make would be unbearable for her old bones.

Therefore, she had already made up her mind.

When Tang Li knelt down to offer a toast, she pretended to lose her grip and splashed the wine directly onto Tang Li's face.

Or perhaps it was an accidental spill, which then conveniently led to Tangli being accused of "startling the emperor."

Anyway, this is her territory, so she can turn black into white.

"It's kind of you to have such a thoughtful heart, child."

The Empress Dowager smiled insincerely, leaning slightly forward as if preparing to receive a greeting, but in reality, her muscles were tense, ready to strike at any moment.

"In that case, kneel down and offer a toast."

Tang Li held the jade cup in both hands, the amber wine inside swaying gently in the breeze, emitting a unique fragrance that could drive even felines mad.

[It smells so good...]

In the Empress Dowager's arms, the Persian cat named "Snowball" had gone completely mad.

As the source of the fragrance drew within three steps, the highly concentrated scent of "Cnidium monnieri" captivated its very soul.

Its pupils narrowed into thin black lines, a sign that its hunting mode had been activated.

Its white fur stood on end, making it look like an inflated hedgehog.

His back arched high, and a rapid, eager "whoosh" sound came from his throat, similar to an overheated engine.

[It's right in front of you!]

That smell... it's right here!

"Give it to me! That's my favorite drink!"

Snowball's nails had extended uncontrollably, their sharp, hook-like claws digging deep into the flesh of the Empress Dowager's thigh.

"hiss……"

The Empress Dowager felt a sharp pain in her leg and frowned.

But this cat was used to being spoiled, so she just took it as a sign of affection and didn't look down at it, her gaze still fixed on Tang Li.

Little did she know, what she was holding in her arms was no longer a well-behaved pet, but a bomb about to explode.

Tang Li looked at the cat, which was already in a state of high excitement "on the eve of taking drugs," and a smile flashed across her eyes.

Good kitty.

Don't worry, I'll get it to you right away.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will offer you a toast."

Tangli responded obediently.

She slowly bent her knees, making a respectful gesture as if she were about to perform a deep bow.

Just as her body sank...

Her right foot, seemingly to adjust her center of gravity, moved forward slightly by half an inch.

Today, the Empress Dowager wore a solemn court robe, a phoenix robe. The long, heavy skirt, embroidered with gold thread, spread out under her feet to show her majesty, reaching all the way to Tang Li's feet.

The tip of Tangli's shoe, embroidered with twin lotus blossoms, hooked precisely onto a corner of the layered skirt.

Then, taking advantage of the momentum of kneeling, she suddenly leaned forward!

This is a realistic "mistake".

It's like tripping over something because you're too nervous or your skirt is too long.

"oops--!"

Tangli let out a short, panicked gasp.

She lost her balance and fell forward uncontrollably!

The jade cup filled with the "flavored wine" in her hand flew out of her hand due to inertia as she fell!

The amber-colored liquor traced a graceful arc in the air.

It was not splashed on the Empress Dowager.

Instead, it splashed precisely, as if it had eyes, directly onto the one in the Empress Dowager's arms that had already opened its mouth wide, impatiently—

Persian cat!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Tang Li fell to the ground at the Empress Dowager's feet. Her lowered eyes showed no panic, only a hint of triumphant ruthlessness.

You old hag, with that face of yours, let the cat practice its claws on you!