flamboyant - Kapitel 11
One of them said, “You should call me eldest brother and him second brother.”
Eldest brother and second brother are truly surprising figures. Rumor has it that eldest brother Shen Ziye, Zi Mo's biological older brother, is in poor health and has been recuperating away from home for many years. He is probably twenty-five years old now, and I heard he is still unmarried. But why has he come back? He was never seen in previous years.
As for the second brother, Shen Ziqi, he is a well-known playboy in the capital, with little reputation. Born to a concubine, he is twenty-four years old this year and has already married a wife and taken six concubines.
Shen Ziqi walked up to me, his eyes gleaming with a greedy light that even a blind man could sense. He pinched my cheek and said, "Eleventh Brother, your looks would make many women feel ashamed!" I bent down, dodging Ziqi's probing hand, and said, "Greetings to my elder brother and second brother for the New Year."
Shen Ziqi had no intention of giving up. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his embrace. Shen Ziye watched silently from the side, treating us as if we were putting on a show of brotherly affection.
They're all bastards. I gently pushed Ziqi away and said, "Second Brother, my mother is waiting for me to go back for lunch." You scoundrel, if you have any conscience, don't lay a hand on your own brothers.
Ziqi didn't push me away. Instead, he picked me up and offered to take me back to the courtyard. On the way, I tolerated his groping and groping. Let him touch me, it won't hurt me. I'll do a good deed for the day.
In the following days, Shen Ziqi always found excuses to visit me, and sometimes he would take me out of the mansion. His plan to take advantage of me was already on the verge of being exposed through my clothes. To be honest, I really had no interest in stopping him. Every time I saw him unsatisfied, I still felt quite satisfied. But I did have a secret, and I couldn't let them get their hands on it. You guys are unlucky to have a sister instead of a brother.
After the New Year, I'll be eleven, and I'll have no regrets about being twelfth. His bad temper is just like his age; it's only accumulated over time, not tempered by the passage of years.
Today, Zimo took me to the academy. I rested my head on Zimo's lap and innocently asked, "Zimo, why don't you touch me?" Zimo looked at me and smiled, "Aren't I touching you?" After saying that, he ruffled my hair to show that he had touched me.
I said, "That's not how you touch it."
"How do you touch it?" Zi Mo smiled faintly, thinking I was being childish.
I laughed too, but my laughter was malicious. I gestured wildly as I demonstrated to him how Ziqi touched me, saying, "It's like this."
Zi Mo's face instantly turned icy as she asked, "Who touched you like that?"
"Second brother, he said it's very comfortable this way. I also want fourth brother to be comfortable." I looked at him with a wronged expression.
Zi Mo hugged me and asked seriously, "Does he touch you like this every time?"
"Yes," I answered honestly, "He even tried to take off my clothes once."
Zi Mo's expression grew even more unpleasant. I was secretly overjoyed. "But I didn't let him untie it. Mother said that only my future wife can do this." I blinked my innocent phoenix eyes, my eyelashes fluttering with seductive intent.
Zi Mo, with a gloomy face, helped me stand up straight and said sternly, "You're not allowed to be alone with your second brother anymore, understand?" I nodded obediently and added, "My eldest brother told me not to tell anyone about this."
"How did you know, brother?" Zi Mo's hands, gripping my shoulders, trembled almost imperceptibly.
Hearing that "Big Brother doesn't touch me," Zimo breathed a slight sigh of relief. I couldn't bear to see him happy, so I touched my upper lip to my lower lip and sincerely added, "He only kisses me." As I spoke, I tilted my head and pointed to my neck, exposing it to him. I admit, the way I showed it and my actions were seductive, but you have to understand me. I was afraid Zimo wouldn't believe I had any interest in getting those two wolves to make a move.
Zi Mo's eyes were filled with self-reproach and endless remorse. He gently hugged her and said, "It's all my fault, I failed to protect you!"
Having achieved my goal, I happily let him hold me. Kindly, I asked again, "Does brother want to touch you? Second brother said it's a lot of fun." Zi Mo hesitated, his eyes darting away, his cheeks slightly flushed. "No—no—"
This time, Zi Mo didn't just wander around the academy gate; he led me inside. He called Wu Hui away to talk for a while before leaving. However, his expression wasn't very good when he left.
What are they gossiping about behind my back? They're so unkind!
After Zi Mo left, Wu Hui's anger was a bit exaggerated. If he used to kill creatures within three feet of him, today he would assassinate creatures within six feet. I looked at him strangely. He kept circling in front of me, beating up a little kid who wanted to borrow a comic book from me, and knocking out a child who brushed past me.
Good heavens, has this kid gone mad?! What on earth did Zi Mo say to him?
During class, the teacher was slightly distracted, and this guy grabbed his textbook and smashed it on the teacher's forehead, yelling, "Don't you know what it means to be a role model for students! Don't you have any manners or sense of shame! What are you thinking, leaving us behind!" The teacher was completely bewildered, and the students were puzzled.
"What are you looking at? I'll gouge your eyes out if you keep looking!" No one thought he was just spouting empty words. The teacher hurriedly began the lesson, while the students pretended to be attentive. This kid is going through menopause today; no idlers allowed.
After school, Wu Hui dragged me outside. Can someone tell me what's wrong with him?
"Zimo agreed to let you stay at my house for the next few days." Then I disagree.
He didn't give me a chance to speak and unceremoniously threw me onto the carriage. I almost aggravated my old injury from the fall, and now our feud is really serious.
His carriage was incredibly luxurious. If Zi Mo's car was an Audi, then his was an internationally limited-edition Rolls-Royce. The high-performance carriage made the ride so smooth you could barely feel the bumps—truly royal comfort!
Stepping off the carriage, I was utterly stunned by the magnificent gate and rows of guards of his mansion. "Young Prince, return to the palace!" a loud shout echoed, pulling me back from my daze. This gate—this gate was 20 times bigger than mine. (You've seen back doors, but that's not really a gate.)
[Main Text: Chapter Thirteen]
I had expected to see exotic flowers and rare plants, and unique scenic spots, once I entered the mansion. But the result was quite unexpected. The garden was filled with weeds, and the landscape consisted entirely of stones, making me wonder if the grass grew naturally and the stones were natural deposits.
My impression of the Prince Shouping's mansion can be summed up in four words: a promising start but a disappointing finish. But his family are all roughnecks, so let's forgive them.
Wu Hui pulled me from the main gate into the inner hall. The maids and servants knelt all the way; it felt wonderful. In my more than ten years of life, I'd never experienced being bossed around like this. Power is a tempting thing.
"Yi, let me show you my collection of treasures." He led me mysteriously toward a tasteless little building. For the first time, Wu Hui didn't kick the door with his hooves. He gently pushed the door open with his paws, and the sunlight shone on his collection, instantly dazzling my eyes.
The MD room was filled with combat weapons, neatly arranged on a long shelf, with various large swords gleaming with a dazzling luster, showcasing his glorious achievements in dominating the world.
"So! Do you like it?" Wu Hui asked arrogantly, brandishing his knife at me.
"I don't like it." I only like games for ladies.
Wu Hui's handsome face was filled with disappointment as she muttered to herself, "I thought all boys liked it!"
"Yeah, boys all like that." I'm not a boy. See how great I am, telling you such a big secret. If you don't understand, it's just because you're stupid.
"Young Prince, the Master and Princess are waiting for you to dine."
"Understood, we'll be there soon." The young prince spoke with great pride, "Are you hungry? Let's go eat."
At the dinner table, Wu Hui placed all his favorite dishes in front of me, as if I must like them too. I looked at him with a pained expression.
The old plague god sitting in the main hall didn't seem to like me, a nobody. I ate in silence, not daring to say a word.
After expressing her initial surprise, the princess didn't say anything more. She probably thought my school wasn't good enough and that I wasn't a good person either.