The Empress' Livestream

Chapter 103: Flower Thief (III)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Staring at the last comment, Jiang Pengji lost her speech for a second and then laughed.

Host V: “You’re the first to say I’m a good person.”

They were the only ones who thought so since they were misled by the livestream, which was from her point of view. Very soon, they would see who she really was.

Yimi Yangguang: “Host, what do you want to show us?”

Jiang Pengji squinted. Her lips curved mysteriously as she opened her fan abruptly.

Host V: “@Dali Buyaoting, watch closely. You’ll be glad we are not in the same dimension.”

Before the viewers could respond, she found her way to the backyard effortlessly. She swiftly snuck into a shadow by the wall and remained silent by controlling her breathing.

The audience was still puzzled. She thought for a moment and then asked the System to turn on the infrared streaming mode because it was nighttime.

From this angle, she could see the side doors of the backyard. There was a small decorative stone near them that blocked the lights at the door.

Yimi Yangguang: “This is what the backyard looks like. There are lots of people.”

Nao: “I don’t recognize any of them. Is the host looking for someone?”

Just as they began losing patience, the audience spotted three shadows moving around carefully. With the aid of the high-definition camera, they identified the three people; among them was the old woman who was leading the pimps to search Chun’er’s room.

The woman bent her back to talk to the other two, and they all seemed excited.

Jiang Pengji coldly watched as the pimps looked around. Then they each took a tiny silver block from the woman. Though the blocks were dirty, they bit them hard with their back teeth to ensure the blocks were real.

After exchanging glances, the pimps waved at the woman and left in different directions. The old woman wiped her hands on the corners of her rough clothes. With her back still bent, she moved toward a side door, opened it without making a noise, and finally walked to an alley that was next to the backyard.

The audience still did not understand what had happened. Many attempted to guess from their observations.

Qianshan Muxue: “Are they splitting the money from the girls?”

Toudu Feiqiu: “The Host will not let them get away so easily. Why else would she tag Dali Buyaoting? Think about how she punished the servants at home before... I hope Dali Buyaoting won’t panic, heh-heh!”

Most viewers that night were newcomers who had never entered the channel before, but they had seen recordings of Jiang Pengji’s previous shows. They had even seen the bloodiest clip in which she had ordered a servant to be beaten to death, which was later blocked on the Internet.

Dali Buyaoting: “Come on, you b*tch! I’m not scared at all!”

His comment failed to conceal his fear. The audience thought about what Jiang Pengji said: “You’ll be glad we are not in the same dimension...”

Erm... Was the host threatening her own audience again?

Host V: “Don’t overestimate your importance.”

Dali Buyaoting thought too highly of himself. Not everyone who disgusted her was worth her attention.

The crowd was seeking more clues from the video when Jiang Pengji followed the old woman into the alley. The host walked with ease as if she was strolling in a garden.

The audience could hear a rustling of clothes, but the infrared camera allowed viewers to see what was going on.

Yimi Yangguang: “My god! You take us here to watch an old woman changing? We don’t want to see her naked!”

The old woman continued to take off her thick garments, one piece after another. Soon, the audience detected something unusual. Wasn’t she wearing too much?

The clumsy woman with the curved back gradually became smaller. She then removed her wig, revealing her tightly tied-up hair underneath.

Hold on a second... That was no old woman!

Qianshan Muxue: “She disguised her face! That’s much more effective than plastic surgery.”

They had witnessed the transformation of the old woman into a bony, middle-aged man. He wiped off some oily, brown substance on his face and revealed his own skin. His jaw and mouth were shaped like that of a monkey, and his tiny, bright eyes reminded them of a mouse.

Without the brown pigment on his face, it was obvious that he drank too much with the ladies. After tucking his costumes into a grey bag, he tidied his clothes, felt his heavy money pouch, and grinned greedily.

Humming to himself as he stepped out of the alley, the man did not notice the cold eyes staring at him from the darkness. He headed to the front door of Yingchun Mansion.

Jiang Pengji gave out a contemptuous laugh. The man turned around immediately and yelled, “Who’s there!”

No one answered. The man frowned. Maybe he had misheard.

But the next moment, something fell from the sky onto his back, inflicting acute pain onto his neck before he could react.

Jiang Pengji was a little disappointed after observing the man who had fainted so easily. “It was just a small potato.”

She held his collar and tugged him back into the alley. Her eyebrows furrowed as she squatted down in front of the man. Her viewers didn’t dare to disturb her.

Before long, she took out a white handkerchief from the man’s bosom. It was embroidered with a snow-white, delicate lily. It belonged to a young girl around eleven years old who was not yet married, and she had not lived in brothels.

Jiang Pengji closed her eyes and then picked a packet that was hidden near his waist. Inside, there were seven perfectly round pearls of the same size.

Hongjun Laozude Juhua: “Does the host know what’s under his clothes?”