flamboyant

Kapitel 131

"Father was acting under orders..."

"The Gao family and the Sun family are enemies." You want to have your cake and eat it too.

With a shameless smile, he said to Zi Mo, "Go and prepare, don't be late."

Zi Mo tried to leave, but I stomped my foot hard and said, "You're not allowed to go."

The shameless man exclaimed in surprise, "Eleventh, the Emperor's decree cannot be disobeyed."

"You're not allowed to go, that's all!" I don't care whose order it is.

Zi Mo stopped in his tracks, sighed, and came in to coax me, "Be good, Eleventh Brother will be back soon."

"No." Not even for a minute.

Zi Mo smiled helplessly, his shamelessness already on the verge of being exposed.

I quickly reminded him, "Qianqing doesn't mind that imperial decree." If you dare to curse me, you're in big trouble.

A smile returned to his shameless face: "Eleven, now we're going to present the betrothal gifts. How about Zi Mo accompanies you later?"

"No good." He won't be leaving the house today.

"Father, let Ziyuan go in my place." Hearing this, I stomped Zimo's foot with my heel: "You insist on marrying her." She's ugly as hell, not good at all.

Zi Mo endured the pain and rubbed his soles: "Marriage is a certainty. How can we go against the Emperor's decree?"

“I told him to burn this imperial edict.” If he dared to say no, I’d burn down his house.

Zi Mo whispered a few words to Hou Lianpi, who looked at me for a moment and then went out first.

What did you say to him?

Zi Mo walked up to me. He put his hand on my shoulder and looked at me seriously: "Eleven."

I won't listen.

Zi Mo straightened me up, his gaze resolute: "She—I must marry her!"

With that, I kicked him out—bang! bang!—and slammed the doors and windows shut. Go marry your woman!

I'm so angry!

I was inside, gritting my teeth and smashing things. Zi Mo stood outside, not leaving, but he also didn't withdraw the entourage that Zi Yuan had brought with him the betrothal gifts.

I'm going to jump into the river! I took the tables and chairs apart and smashed them against the window.

Damn it, if you marry her, I'll kill her.

I stayed inside for three days straight, and he stood outside for three days straight. That's how we went on strike...

The shameless man in the middle told him that the betrothal gifts had arrived. He replied: The wedding will proceed as scheduled.

I'm so angry I could die!

"You ran away from home, I'll make sure you can't get married. I just climbed out the window." Zi Mo stood outside the window, looking haggard.

I angrily climbed back in. I'm ignoring you, but now I look more energetic than him even though I haven't eaten for three days. I feel a little better. Actually, I'm a pretty easy person to talk to; it just means that when I'm in pain, you're in even more pain than I am.

On the third day, I prepared my knife for the final battle. Before I even left the house, I heard a servant report: "The Prime Minister is personally attending the ceremony."

As Zi Mo expected.

I put down the knife I had hidden. It seems the self-inflicted injury trick won't work. That guy Chou Qian is going to hold his wedding over my dead body. How embarrassing!

I threw the knife down. I opened the door that had been closed for three days, and Zi Mo was the first to rush to me, but I didn't look at him.

I'm very angry, and the consequences will be severe.

He had already changed into his wedding attire, which the servant had helped him put on. This was the second time he had worn this outfit, and he looked just as handsome as he had back then.

I walked past him, hating everyone. The people who were smiling just moments before, seeing my unfriendly attitude, closed their mouths again.

I looked up at the glaring blood red. I called over the steward: "The color is truly awful."

"Ah? -- Eleventh Young Master, red is used for weddings, it's a tradition."

I stared straight at the big red flower: "The color is ugly!"

"Then...then...Young Master Eleven, you shouldn't look at it."

"No. In the past, if I didn't like something, the Emperor and the Prime Minister would definitely tear it down to make me happy." I'm still looking at it; if you don't tear it down for me, I won't leave.

The steward looked hesitant. In the end, he went to ask Thick-skinned and Zi Mo for help.

I stood there, staring at the most glaring red light in the center of the gate.

"Eleven, what's wrong now!"

"Eleven, Fourth Brother will take you out to eat." He pulled me, but I shook him off: "Take this apart for me."

He shamelessly said, "It can't be taken apart on the wedding day."

I turned and stared at him.

He avoided my gaze, insisting he didn't want to dismantle it. "Qianqing... say... I can do whatever I want."

The shameless man took a deep breath and, suppressing his anger, said, "Change it to pink immediately."