Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 183

"Your Majesty, I want to be a great general too!"

"Okay." One for each of them.

Wu Hui angrily pushed Su Gu down: "A pretty boy can't be a great general."

Su Gu fell and cried. Wu Hui pushed someone without any restraint and must have hurt Su Gu.

I tried to help him up, but he wouldn't budge: "Get up by yourself. If you can't get up, you can't compete with me for the title of General!"

I was helpless; they were all my subjects, what could I do?

Sikong happened to pass by and lightly raised his hand. Su Gu got up as he did so. Sikong walked past him and headed towards where Su Gu was standing in a daze.

I looked at Sikong. He was very mysterious. He didn't speak, didn't listen to lectures, and didn't make a fuss. He was always so quiet, so quiet that he didn't seem like an ordinary person.

Before Shen Ziyi came along, we were all afraid of him—an intangible fear, a vague fear.

I remember a long time ago, Wu Hui never dared to bump into him. She would touch him, then run away and hide in a corner to observe his actions.

Sikong remained unmoved, seemingly indifferent to Wu Hui's childish behavior and unconcerned about anything external.

His kung fu was beyond imagination, and his erudition astonished even the Master, yet he did nothing, immersing himself in the mundane world.

Wu Hui grew increasingly audacious, so audacious that he dared to raise his fist at him, yet Si Kong remained unmoved, unaffected by the blows. He had probably forgotten what pain felt like…

"Who does the Emperor want to choose?" Su Gu stood behind me, watching the young masters playing around, and asked for my opinion.

I looked at Sikong, but he seemed lost in thought...

"What's so special about that? My brother can do everything!" He proudly puffed out his chest, feeling honored and satisfied.

"Can your younger brother tell stories? Stories as exciting as those about Sun Wukong?"

"Yes, my younger brother can not only tell the story of Sun Wukong, but also the story of Nezha making havoc in the Dragon King!"

"You're lying! There was never any story of Nezha causing havoc in the Dragon King!"

"Yes, my brother can do everything! He knows things you wouldn't even know! You're all idiots!"

"Shen Ziming, how dare you call me an idiot!"

"My brother said that anyone who can't tell a story is an idiot!"

"Your brother is the idiot!"

"You're an idiot!"

Shen Ziming clenched his fist, annoyed that someone had called his brother an idiot.

I chuckled. They exposed him for being a fraud because of his brother. He liked to talk about his brother and recount everything about him.

"Let's choose him." A loving older brother would surely be a good minister.

Sikong nodded. Wu Hui, utterly shameless: "That kind of person!"

"What's wrong with this kind of person!" Su Gu provocatively said.

"You only care about your younger brother, you have no manliness at all!"

"You have manly qualities!"

"certainly!"

"Quiet down, let him in."

"No way! Let that pretty boy go deliver the message. I don't want to see him!"

Su Gu didn't argue with him. Everyone knew that Wu Hui didn't talk to people of lower status. If he paid attention to you, it could only prove two things: one, you're about to die; two, you have a bright future.

In the fourth year of Emperor Renguang's reign, Wu Hui, whose bones had hardened, struck the eldest son of the Minister of War, thus offending the Ministry of War.

He was testing him, testing his abilities.

The Ministry of War persisted in pursuing him relentlessly, but ultimately had no choice but to abandon him.

I sent him away from the palace to the National Protection Academy. Who knows, he might get upset and kill all the eldest sons of the nation's ministers. It's better for him to leave; he can be arrogant for a few more years...

This imperial edict caused countless people to lose their way, to lose their purpose, to draw many into her world, and to cause many to abandon their current state of mind...

Wu Hui proudly tossed a round object around and exclaimed, "Your Majesty, look! It's so much fun!"

Sikong and I went out and played with a round ball.

"Is it fun?"

Sikong glanced at it and lost interest.

I walked over, wondering how Wu Hui could like this thing.

"We'll play football, and I'll teach you."

"Granted." It was only natural for him to spend some leisure time with her, as he hadn't been to the palace for many days.

...

"That's not how you kick it."

Zi Mo pushed Wu Hui away. Wu Hui was furious but didn't hit him—a good sign.