flamboyant

Kapitel 40

I looked at my lucky star through teary eyes, feeling utterly hopeless again.

Zi Mo looked haggard and walked in unsteadily. He asked, "Have you found Xiao Yi?"

I didn't give the transvestite a chance to speak. Giving him a chance now would be suicide. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I rushed towards Zi Mo, crying out in a sorrowful voice, "Fourth Brother!"

Zi Mo hugged me and said, "Are you alright?" Then he touched me all over. He's taking advantage of me.

"How could anything happen to me?" Strange. Did they know I was framing them and were therefore fearless?

"I woke up and you were gone. I was worried something had happened to you, so I asked Su Gu to help me find you. I thought..." He spoke as if I were the grandson of a rich man, an unlucky guy being targeted by bandits.

"Haha! Bro, don't be ridiculous. Who would kidnap me? If anyone's going to kidnap someone, it'd be you and that transvestite. Idiot!"

Zi Mo disagreed, saying, "Then we still need to be careful."

I casually hopped on his arm: "Bro, I was the one who drugged you, what are you worried about? Ha! Ha!"

"Cough!—Cough!" The transvestite gave the signal, but I have a powerful backer now, so I don't treat him like a human being.

I tugged at Zimo and asked pitifully, "Fourth Brother, I didn't mean it, you won't blame me, will you?"

Zi Mo's face darkened, but he showed no signs of anger.

I secretly watched him, then snuggled against him with just the right amount of strength, saying, "Fourth Brother won't be angry. He loves me the most."

"There can be no next time." His gaze towards me now held a newfound tenderness.

"Definitely." I gave a military salute and assured the boss.

"You!" Zi Mo raised the corners of his eyes and looked at me with a smile, completely regaining his usual demeanor.

I leaned closer and kissed him: "Fourth Brother is the best."

The transvestite couldn't stand seeing Zimo so easily appeased, and had to disrupt the harmonious atmosphere: "Zimo, do you know what he was doing while we were looking for him everywhere!" The transvestite wanted to complain.

I wanted to silence him, but Zi Mo said, "Let him be. What can he do? You're really going to stop him from playing around with such trivial matters. If he offends you in any way, don't take it too seriously." Zi Mo comforted the transvestite instead.

I looked at him smugly. Trying to sow discord? Pshaw! I confidently flirted with the transvestite, completely overturning my previous pitiful act. I'd finally gotten my revenge.

"You—you—!" The transvestite kicked the chair away in anger, his handsome face contorted with rage. I suddenly realized that he was incredibly alluring and captivating at that moment. Could he be a woman?!

The transvestite pointed at me and said, "Keep spoiling him; he'll be ruined sooner or later."

“My brother is willing.” I glared at him, then turned back to kiss my precious brother even more passionately, proudly declaring to him, “Our brotherly bond is deep and unbreakable.”

The transvestite angrily turned and left, slamming the door shut with a loud creak.

The ladyboy left, and I covered my mouth and chuckled softly.

Zi Mo's expression changed at this moment, and he said, "Did you offend him?"

I wrapped my arms around his waist like a dog, wagging my tail and accusing him, "I provoked him? Fourth Brother, you're kidding me. Would I dare? You just love to frame me, I'm so pitiful. Even you doubt me, I might as well just die..."

"Alright, alright. I bet you wouldn't dare mess with him." Zi Mo straightened my hair. "Why did you mess up your hair like this?" he said reproachfully.

"Don't even mention it. Before you came in, that transvestite went crazy and kept chasing me. I was in such a hurry that I messed up my beautiful hair and it's not beautiful at all anymore." I complained to Zi Mo, holding up my waist-length hair.

Zi Mo gently touched my hair and picked up a comb to redo my makeup.

I asked, "Do you think the ladyboy is jealous that my hair is prettier than his?"

Zi Mo tapped me: "What are you thinking? Every single thing Su Gu does is managed by top experts in the industry. Why would he be jealous of you!"

"Who knows, they just can't stand to see me doing well." Zi Mo tied my hair up, looked me over for a while, and then said with satisfaction, "Let's go home. You're not allowed to come to a place like this again."

"YES!"... Even if I can't handle transvestites, I know to pick on the weak.

On the day Wuju left, I really wanted to express my friendship and my NP feelings to him. But Wuhui was standing right next to me, staring at me with eyes that were definitely brighter than a 100-watt light bulb. So I could only politely clasp my hands in a fist and say to Wuju, "Take care, brother."

Undeterred, he scratched the undercooked instant noodles and walked away with a silly grin.

I watched the disappearing figure, wanting to get a little sentimental, but before I could even prepare my expression, that plague god Wu Hui dragged me back.

He muttered and cursed as he walked, telling me I shouldn't associate with such scumbags. Looking at the receding scenery, I lamented my miserable fate. I'd rather it was you who left.

Our Ministry of Rites' first issue of "Imperial City Fashion" sold quite well, bringing in 500,000 taels of silver—and that's just the circulation within the capital's borders.

The ladyboy, drawn by the aroma of the cake, disregarded our past grievances and came to see me, wanting to copy and paste my precious magazine. I held on tightly and refused to give it to him.

Qianqing personally wrote a calligraphy copybook that sold extremely well, but he still wouldn't promote me.

I angrily auctioned off his lousy handwriting in front of everyone. Damn it! You can't eat a piece of paper.

At the end of the eleventh year of Emperor Renguang's reign, Chouqian returned to the capital with ten successful candidates in the imperial examinations. Their average age was around forty. The number of court officials increased rapidly, and the veteran officials were all cautious, fearing that they would be the next to be replaced.

The imperial court is in an uproar over welcoming Princess Xifeng next year. Is it really necessary for you old men in your seventies and eighties to make such a fuss over a princess who has no chance of being welcomed?! The people involved, Chou Qian and Qian Qing, haven't even said a word yet! And you're acting like a catastrophe is about to strike.

I get annoyed watching them talk so much and weigh the pros and cons.

Ou stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty has attacked a thousand times and received ten thousand times. Your humble servant has something to report."

"Granted." Qianqing said coolly.

"My family has six chickens. One died yesterday. Another one died the day after tomorrow. Another one died the day before yesterday, and yet another one died the day after yesterday. I really want to know when the first chicken in my family died." I asked seriously.

Qian Qing remained silent. The old man stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, it seems inappropriate to discuss in court the exact date on which Minister Shen's chickens died."

Whether or not it should be discussed is still up to you to speak. "Then, according to Lord Sun, only when a chicken dies in someone's house can it be discussed in court."