Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 201

Qianqing looked in the mirror, pressed her lips, and said, "It's good that you're alright. I can tell you're dead meat."

The lunatic woke up so early to scold me.

I'm going back to my room to catch up on some sleep.

In my hazy state, I seemed to hear Qianqing talking to me, but I forgot what she said.

When the sun was shining brightly, I became fully awake.

Standing by the bed were Zi Mo, Chou Qian, the transvestite, and Qian Qing. This book is first published by Xiaoxiang Academy; please do not reprint!

[The Beauty's Smile: Chapter Eighty-One]

"Everyone's here." A guilty conscience might arise...

"Get up." Zi Mo came over to help me, but Chou Qian stopped him.

Zi Mo looked at me and told me to do it myself.

He's a complete jerk, a piece of trash. He ignores his wife, even though we're supposed to be lovers. He doesn't give her any face.

He grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on himself, then climbed down.

"You can take him away now."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Zi Mo and the transvestite dragged me out, and I tightened my belt, dragging myself on the ground and shouting, "Slow down, your pants are about to fall down!"

"

Zi Mo quickly helped me up, tightened his grip haphazardly, and pulled me along as we ran.

"What's wrong?" Why are you running? I haven't done anything shameful.

Zi Mo and the transvestite ran out of the palace, and Zi Mo breathed a deep sigh of relief, saying, "Didn't you notice that Sikong was acting strangely today?"

"No." He always had a stern face, as if announcing to the world that others owed him money.

"Let's go, he's slow-witted, explaining won't help." The ladyboy pushed us into the car, and I dodged his hand, feeling very uncomfortable.

Full.

"Who are you calling slow-witted! If I'm slow-witted, then you're brainless."

The transvestite immediately pointed at Zi Mo: "Talk about him."

You have good taste. I got into the rich man's car, and suddenly remembered something important: "I missed the morning court session!"

"It's over."

Oh. "I hope they won't dock my pay."

"No." OK, since that's the case, I won't go next time either.

"Yao Yao".

"Don't make such disgusting noises."

"Transgender person".

"Hmm." Who is it? "My good brother."

"Tell me what it is first. If it's about becoming an official, then I don't need to waste your breath."...

How infuriating! They kicked open my front door, chased away a bunch of useless people, and shut themselves in to ponder their grand plan.

To win over the ladyboy, I'll have to get my brain working again, which I haven't used in ages:

First, he is not short of money;

Secondly, he is not lacking in power;

Third, he has no shortage of beautiful women; (given his own appearance, he can simply look in the mirror).

What does he lack? He has everything, so how can I survive?

I've been thinking about it, pondering it over, and he's twenty years old and still unmarried.

No women around? Impossible, there are countless women throwing themselves at him;

Is he sick? That's even more impossible; he's definitely fully functional.

He doesn't like women? My eyes lit up—if he doesn't like women, then he must have homosexual tendencies if he doesn't get married.

"Mother! Mother!"

"Say it again and I'll rip your tongue out."

"You can't bear to part with her," I said, pulling her into the house. "Mom, get me a few incredibly handsome men."

Before I could explain, my mother slapped me, saying, "You've gone too far! Do you want those scoundrels to come back and get in the way?!"

I'm so pitiful, I'm innocent! "It wasn't me who used it."

Mother stopped, seeing I was still being picky: "Who will use it?"

"Transgender person".