Social Animals? My Brother is a Female Empress in the Underworld and Earns 10 Billion a Month!

367: 998 Layer FilterWith a wave of her sleeve, a light screen unfolded, displaying the final frozen frame of the “Nether Eye” PK live stream: [“Yu Yu Super Sweet” gifted “Bewitching Bone” 10x “Nine Nether Fire Lotus”, PK Victory!] Followed by the arrogant message: [lemon moon like wind ran out of ammo, huh! Poor people shouldn’t try to be number one!]

Chen Yu’s crying stopped abruptly.

She stared at the message on the light screen, her eyes wider than brass bells, her mouth wide enough to fit an entire large steamed bun.

Her head went “buzz,” as if struck by the Yellow Springs Giant Hammer, and even the fine hairs on her ear tips stood straight up.

H-Her Majesty, how could Her Majesty watch this?

And screenshot it?!

Wait... lemon moon like wind... that rich top fan sister who frantically battled her, exchanged verbal blows, and whom she finally mocked as a “poor person”... Chen Yu stiffly raised her head, meeting Shang Wan Ning’s fiery phoenix eyes.

An extremely absurd and terrifying thought, one that threatened to shatter her soul body, sliced into her Sea of Consciousness.

“lemon moon like wind” is Her Majesty???

“H-H-H-Her Majesty... Y-Y-You...”

Chen Yu stammered, her fingers trembling, pointing first at the light screen, then at Shang Wan Ning. She looked exactly like a silly roe deer struck by lightning and cooked until crispy outside and tender inside.

Shang Wan Ning sneered, looking down at the completely petrified White-Haired Loli: “What? I can’t have a private account? I can’t watch a few suggestive streamers to relax?”

Boom—!!!

Chen Yu’s filters shattered completely, and her soul was shaken.

Her Majesty the Empress, who dominates the Netherworld, whose word is law, who usually spends her days reviewing memorials or planning dimensional conquests, and whose aura is so strong that even deities dare not breathe... secretly... uses a soft ID like “lemon moon like wind” to frantically gift ridiculously expensive items to cold and fragile-type female streamers, even posting the “Good Dog” emoji perfectly in the public chat?

Her persona has collapsed so badly that even the Bridge of Helplessness in the Underworld is about to shake apart!!!

“No... Your Majesty... Yu Yu... that...” Chen Yu was incoherent, feeling like she was about to suffocate.

She actually used the pocket money Her Majesty gave her to spend on a streamer, won against the streamer Her Majesty supported, and even mocked her direct superior (spouse) as a “poor person” in front of the entire live stream audience?

It’s over. This can’t be solved by just deducting pocket money.

This is a great sin that warrants being thrown into the Eighteen Levels of Hell to dance square dances with the evil spirits!

“Tsk, did you enjoy spending My money?” Shang Wan Ning’s words pierced Chen Yu’s soul, one by one.

“Calling Me a poor person... hmm?”

Chen Yu shivered all over, her will to survive instantly skyrocketing to the ceiling.

She suddenly slammed her head against Her Majesty the Empress’s ankle and wailed loudly.

This time it was genuine crying, tears mixed with snot, nearly dirtying Shang Wan Ning’s phoenix robe: “Your Majesty, spare me!!! Yu Yu didn’t know it was you!!! If Yu Yu had known ‘lemon moon like wind’ was Your Majesty, even with ten thousand times the courage, Yu Yu wouldn’t dare compete with you for the number one spot!!!”

“Your Majesty is wise, mighty, and richer than all the Heavens... how could you possibly be poor? Yu Yu has a foul mouth, Yu Yu deserves death, Yu Yu will return all the pocket money to you right now.”

“Wuwuwu...”

While wailing, she frantically rummaged through her storage pouch, trying to dump out the bank cards that hadn’t even warmed up yet. In her panic, she also spilled the sugar crumbs from the bottom of the pouch all over the floor, looking exactly like a panicked little squirrel.

Shang Wan Ning watched her wildly overacting, and the veins on her temples twitched repeatedly.

Her intense anger was somewhat dispersed by this ridiculous blunder and the earth-shattering, collapsing wails of the White-Haired Loli~

She actually competed in wealth and spirit against her own subordinate in a live stream over two suggestive female streamers, and ended up losing.

If this got out, the prestige of her Netherworld Empress would probably become the laughingstock of the Underworld... Shang Wan Ning took a deep breath, suppressed her turbulent emotions, and coldly ordered: “Shut up!”

Chen Yu’s crying instantly caught in her throat, leaving only quiet sobs, her shoulders hitching up and down. She looked pitiful, like a little fox drenched by a downpour, making one want to pet her—if one ignored the trouble she had just caused.

“Where is My inkstone?” Shang Wan Ning suddenly asked.

“U-Under my bed, wrapped in a shielding talisman...” Chen Yu answered subconsciously. Immediately after speaking, she covered her mouth and widened her eyes in terror—it was over, she had sold herself out.

Shang Wan Ning closed her eyes, feeling more exhausted than if she had fought Ling Qi on the bed.

She waved her hand, her tone carrying the weariness of someone who had seen it all: “Go clean the inkstone and bring it back. All your pocket money for the next three months will be confiscated.”

Chen Yu felt as if she had received a great pardon. Although her heart ached for the pocket money, at least her life was spared.

She quickly kowtowed, hitting her forehead until it was red: “Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace! Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace! Yu Yu will go now! Right now!”

She scrambled to flee, not noticing her skirt hem, and nearly tripped face-first. After finally steadying herself, she forgot to pick up the sugar crumbs on the ground.

“Stop.”

Chen Yu’s body stiffened. She slowly turned back, her fingers still clutching the opening of her storage pouch, afraid the remaining bank cards inside would fly away.

Shang Wan Ning stared at her, her gaze complicated. After a moment of silence, she lowered her voice—with a hint of embarrassment she didn’t even realize she possessed—and warned through gritted teeth: “What happened today... especially My ID... if you dare leak even half a word...”

Chen Yu swore to the heavens, proclaiming her loyalty even with tears still clinging to her eyelashes: “Your Majesty, rest assured! If Yu Yu speaks of it, may I be struck by lightning, have my soul scattered, and never be reincarnated!”

She blinked her wet, large eyes, yet couldn’t resist indulging in one last bit of suicidal curiosity, softly muttering: “But Your Majesty... do you... do you really prefer the Ink Shadow type? Bewitching Bone is actually quite...”

A Death Glare instantly froze the rest of her words back into her stomach.

“Scram!”

“Understood!” Chen Yu shuddered in fear, transforming into a streak of light and vanishing without a trace, not even daring to turn back and help up the guiding lamp she had just knocked over.

Silence returned to the inner hall.

The agarwood incense still wafted gently.

Shang Wan Ning rubbed her throbbing temples.

[Help, Her Majesty actually gifts streamers privately. And the cold and fragile type~]

[This news is enough to be the Netherworld’s headline for three hundred years; even Sister Meng would be gossiping while brewing soup.]

[How am I supposed to live with three months of pocket money deducted, wuwuwu... My Poria Cocos and Atractylodes Paste, my Underworld Spicy Strips.]

[But Her Majesty’s aura when punishing people is so handsome! prprpr...]

[My legs are weak, I’m wet~]

Chen Yu sped along in a streak of escape light, the internal commentary in her mind scrolling faster than the ghosts of the Underworld. Flying too fast, she almost knocked over an Underworld guiding lamp, scaring the little guiding ghost into immediate petrification, who even forgot to say the line, “Welcome to the Underworld.”

Inside Jiaotai Palace, Shang Wan Ning glanced at the entrance to the “Bewitching Bone” live stream on the light screen and closed it expressionlessly.

She lightly tapped the imperial desk with her fingertip, a hint of childish retribution flashing in her eyes: Tomorrow, she would order the Netherworld Kitchen to make Poria Cocos and Atractylodes Paste every single day, until that little rascal was thoroughly sick of it.