Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 7

This idiot! I'm injured like this, and he's still saying good things in front of "outsiders." Does he think it would be bad if I died? Moron!

Just as I was frowning and getting angry, my handsome eyebrows furrowed.

Zi Mo coldly said to them, "You may all leave. I'm taking my eleventh brother back to the manor." Zi Mo then ordered the coachman to turn around and go home.

Hehe, now that's what a good older brother who loves his younger brother should be like.

When my mother came back and saw that I was covered in wounds, she was so anxious that she almost cried, but she didn't dare to blame Zimo.

She simply picked up her precious son and politely saw Zimo out.

She cried and asked me, "What happened? Where are you hurt?" She rushed to apply medicine to me. Her shrewd and capable image was instantly replaced by that of a loving mother.

I stretched out my arms and moved my legs in a comforting gesture, hoping to ease her anxiety.

My mother sobbed as she held me, her red, swollen eyes following the rabbit's movements. Such is the heart of a parent.

"It's all because your mother is bad; your mother is not capable of protecting you properly."

"Mom, look at me, I'm perfectly fine! It's alright, don't cry, you won't be pretty if you keep crying." Mom looked at me, wiping away her tears, looking so pitiful.

The next day, Zimo betrayed us and lingered outside my courtyard with a transvestite. I told my mother to close the door and not let any cats or dogs in.

If you think you can get away with messing with me, don't even dream about it.

In between, Zi Mo brought Wu Hui and Chou Qian, and I had my mother lock the door to prevent any outsiders from entering.

A month later, my mother saw a figure appearing and disappearing outside the door and came over to ask me, "Xiao Yi, is this okay? They are all—"

I put down my paintbrush, looked directly at my mother, and said, "That's good. Do we want the whole family to know that these gentlemen have been in our yard?"

Her mother's beautiful face was filled with worry as she paced back and forth, trying to calm her pent-up emotions. "But the medicine for your injuries was brought by Young Master Tuo Zimo. Is it really alright to just let it disappear like this?"

"They deserve it—" Before I could finish speaking, my mother quickly covered my mouth, cautiously looked around, and whispered, "Keep your voice down, aren't you afraid the walls will hear you!"

"Tch, who cares?"

[Main Text: Chapter Nine]

Nearly two months of recuperation have completely healed me. Even the scars have faded to faint pink marks.

It seems the medicine they sent is quite effective.

However, I'm too busy resting and don't plan to go to the academy or go out.

In the morning I paint in my little room, in the afternoon I squat in front of the embroidery table watching my mother embroider, and in the evening I practice martial arts from my past life. Admittedly, I love this leisurely lifestyle.

In short, I don't want to see those self-righteous bastards outside.

Zi Mo occasionally sneaks over to see me. Why does he sneak over to see me?

My father somehow found out about my horse-riding accident, and he, who had never cared about the life or death of my mother and me before, angrily told us, "Don't cause any more trouble in the future, and stay in your own courtyard!" He also ordered that no one be allowed to visit us in the mansion.

That strange man, with so many wives he doesn't need to cherish them, serves him right for not receiving the love of his beautiful mother.

When Zi Mo arrived, he told everyone about their recent situations. Wu Hui hadn't been to the academy for the past two months, and Ren Yao had recovered from his self-blame and was just waiting for me to come out so he could scold me for being petty. Chou Qian had officially entered the Hanlin Academy and was now a true backbone of the imperial faction.

Four months later, I was forced to start taking classes.

The comic book *Cinderella* has already been released. A bunch of little kids, having just recovered from the tragic love story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, are now busy cursing the stepmother. Actually, I originally planned to adapt *Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai* into a comedy, but I was in a bad mood those two days, so I had to sacrifice them.

Wu Hui didn't come to class today, and I thought I wouldn't see him. But after school, I was blocked at the door by this group of rascals.

The transvestite, looking like a rascal, ran up to me, hugged me shamelessly, and rubbed against my new clothes. He said ingratiatingly, "Ziyi, it was all my fault last time, don't be angry with your brother anymore, okay?"

"Get lost. My brother only has Zimo, he's not familiar with you." I pulled his dirty hand off my clothes and kicked him away.

The transvestite frowned his handsome willow-leaf eyebrows, pouted his sexy little mouth, blinked his carrot-shaped eyes, and said with an extremely aggrieved and benevolent expression, "Ziyi, how about I let you kiss me to show my apology?"

I looked at his ridiculous expression and retorted, "I love Chouqian, but I don't love Kuang! A good dog doesn't block the way, get out of the way!" What a bunch of lunatics, wasting their time here.

Even if I got stuck because of what happened last time, it's just like a dog dying on the street. Why are you all making such a fuss? And those ladyboys who are just making a spectacle of themselves.

"Yi, let's go play football," Wu Hui said, revealing the purpose of her meeting with me.

"I'm not going!" I didn't give him any face. Seeing me like this, Wu Hui came over to drag me, but I lay on the ground and refused to get up. In the end, the transvestite, Wu Hui, and Zi Mo lifted me onto the carriage, where Chou Qian and Qian Qing inside nodded slightly to me in greeting.

Damn, they've all come out in force. But I'm in a bad mood and don't want to see you guys.

I got off the carriage. I plopped down on the grass and refused to get up. (What can you do to a grown man like me?)

Wu Hui glared at me with his bull-like eyes. The transvestite grabbed my arm and tried to pull me up. I tugged at the grass under me to increase his resistance. By the time I had almost finished pulling out the grass under my butt, he had lost patience and stopped trying to pull me up.

"You sit here, we'll kick it for you, okay?" The transvestite picked up the ball, and the group ran off into the distance.

I looked at them and thought maliciously: Let's see how you five pigs play this game.

I lay on the grass, waiting to see them make a fool of themselves. As I basked in the sun, chewing on grass with utter leisure, an obstructive dark cloud swept overhead, and Qianqing, that enormous creature, spontaneously sat down beside me.

"Hey, why aren't you playing?" I glanced at him with disgust.

“The four of them are just right for kicking.” Qian Qing’s tone was unreadable, revealing neither joy nor anger.

I stared at him from beginning to end. This guy was the same age as Chou Qian, probably thirteen years old. He had an arrogant air about him, and even sitting like this, he could still subdue others.

I looked at him, and he looked at the court. I suddenly realized he was annoying. "Guess who will win?" I asked this arrogant young man.

"Humble." He spoke with confidence.