Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 158

I framed the painting and hung it above my bed. When Sikong saw it, his expression was strange. He asked me, "Who painted this?"

"Yi." I stupidly told him the answer without noticing that something was wrong with his expression.

During the few days that the fly stayed at my house, that group of troublemakers came to see him every day, especially the outrageous Su Gu, who always tried to take advantage of the fly every time he came.

Seeing him reminds me of those two beasts. I couldn't take it anymore, so I kicked him out.

I sent the men my father left me to tear off their four hooves.

A month later, he died, and the Minister of Revenue was punished by being forced to reflect on his mistakes.

I realized there was definitely something wrong with this. Zi Mo doesn't have that much power, so I certainly wouldn't kill him.

Only those who participated truly know the depth of their intentions.

Regardless of who helped me, all I know is: I've raised the flies; you can keep the questions to yourself.

Zi Mo doted on flies, and I once thought he was Lao Tzu's biggest obstacle, but he got married.

On his wedding day, I was even happier than him, haha! The only person who could rival me emotionally now had a family. I was dancing with joy at home, oblivious to the rumors flying around the house.

[Bonus Chapter: Ouyang Wu Hui (Part 3)]

In the past two years, because of the incident where my father pushed Princess Sheng'an into the water, almost no one has sent their daughters to my family anymore. As for those who are willing to send them, my mother doesn't approve of their family background, so my affairs have been delayed.

I spend my days chasing flies, fighting them up and down, having a blast and enjoying myself immensely.

The day my father returned, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for three days.

He is my father, the person I respect most, and my role model since I was a child.

Despite the late emperor's objections, he made me become an apprentice of Elder Liao Zhen.

Ignoring Dong Qing's advice, they resolutely refused to let me go to the battlefield before I turned sixteen.

I know he wanted me to have a simple childhood and the opportunity to grow up with other children.

How could I not be proud of such a father?

He's coming back, carrying the scars of war, carrying the smoke of battle I've been longing for.

That day, the Emperor and all the civil and military officials personally came out to greet my father, because of his victory, because of his unshakeable status, and because of his fervent loyalty to this land.

He returned, walking at the head of the group, with his old partner beside him.

He remained domineering and resolute, the afterglow of the blazing sun reflecting off his battle-hardened armor, and the crowd cheered at his smile.

The Emperor stood at the city gate, bestowing upon a military general unparalleled honor, and showing a group of soldiers the care they had asked for in return.

He stood before me, the wind carrying the flames of war I longed for. I, too, would be like him, a man who would serve his country and his family, not for personal gain.

Flies crowded into the crowd to watch the spectacle.

They never met, yet the two people I cared about most once shared a land that I followed and never abandoned. I suddenly realized the weight of my responsibility.

My mother was furious about the creatures my father brought back. I didn't know why she was angry, or what she had to be angry about. They were just two upright-walking animals. Was it really necessary for a princess of the country to lose her composure?

Of course, there's also that guy who's supposedly my brother, but my father never said he was my brother. That means in my father's mind, he doesn't belong to this family. He's just a person. Is it really necessary to make such a fuss?

But since my mother has spoken, I can't pretend that this behemoth doesn't exist.

He's very tall, I mean he's taller than a fly, wrong! He's not even worthy of being compared to a fly.

But undeniably, he was the same age as the fly, yet twice its age. Whenever the fly pouted and begged Zimo to hold him, it would always emphasize that it would grow into a gorilla and wanted Zimo to hold it while it was still young. When Zimo heard this, it would always frown and readily agree to his request. The fly would also smile slyly, as if it had accomplished something wicked.

Lao Tzu thought with fear, "If flies grow to look like this in the future, will I be unable to resist strangling them?"

Aside from flies, I don't feel there's anything I should care about, but my mother is angry at my father's actions, and as his son, even if I'm unwilling, I still have to help.

For me, the best way to solve the problem is to make sure she never appears in front of my mother again.

That day, my father stopped me from wielding the knife. He actually fought me for a woman he didn't care about.

I didn't hold back either. His swordsmanship was superb and seamless, his sword strokes as smooth as water, supple yet resolute. His sword tip clashed against the steel of my blade.

During the exchange, I suddenly realized that my father had aged. His swordsmanship, which used to be as free and sharp as the wind, could not even last five hundred moves against me. I stopped and looked at him amidst the mess.

Looking at my father, whom I admire and respect, now with graying hair.

I jolted awake and dodged him; I feared his purpose in returning this time was not as simple as a triumphant return.

I knew this day would come sooner or later. In the past, it would have been my dream, and although it still is, it's different now…

It's really different...

There are still people I care about here, but they are not yet capable of leaving with me.

He's still a child.

I ran out and led the fly around the streets. He stared straight at me, but I ignored him, that brother who wouldn't reciprocate my feelings.

What good is comforting me?

I kept pouring him drinks and saying trivial things, while he leisurely watched me act silly, like watching a free monkey show, without worrying about me at all.

Lao Tzu used alcohol to numb himself of the responsibilities he had awakened to.