Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 13

After I finished drawing, Wu Hui, all dressed up, stood behind me praising my drawing skills. I looked up at him, puzzled. "Are you crazy?"

"I've included all your private details, and you still have time to comment?" I thought he was going to start a fight with me. I handed him the pen and said, "Sign your name here."

"Okay." Damn, what an idiot! But I like it. If he ever dares to disobey me again, I'll plaster this painting all over the city. Ha! Ha! Just as I was reveling in my newfound joy, an annoying voice said, "This painting is mine now." What?! My precious painting!

Night falls.

"No regrets, I want to sleep in the room next to yours."

"No" is a firm and unwavering refusal.

"Why?"

"That's for my future wife." He then fell silent, embarrassed.

"Then where will I sleep?" It can't be in the servants' room, can it?

"Sleep with me!" Wu Hui declared boldly.

"No." I still value my reputation.

“My room is the most comfortable in the palace,” he tempted.

"No, still no."

“I have a white jade bed in my room, a tribute from the Kingdom of Fireblaze,” he continued to entice.

"No, not the same."

"It contains the largest luminous pearl in Dongqing."

"No, I won't." I stood my ground.

"Don't push your luck! Sleeping with me is an honor!" Wu Hui lost his patience and dragged me into his bedroom. He was abducting a woman! But I dared not shout.

For the next few days, I stayed at Wu Hui's house, eating and drinking for free. The transvestite came to see me, but every time he arrived, Wu Hui would kick him out. Zi Mo came to see me purely to confirm whether I was still alive.

Chouqian has had afternoon tea with me here a few times, but the downside is that he really only comes to drink tea. No matter how much I try to coax him, he won't say a word. Seriously, if you're going to try to be cool, don't come here. He's just an eyesore.

[Main Text: Chapter Fourteen]

A month later, Shen Ziqi was executed for publicly harassing the young princess of the Jian'an Prince's mansion. Shen Ziye was present but did not stop it, and was exiled to the frontier as an accomplice. The old man, having failed to properly discipline his son, was confined to his room for three months to reflect on his actions.

Teasing is a minor matter, but the target was wrong. Prince Jian'an had no sons, only this one little daughter, whom he cherished dearly; how could he allow her to be bullied? Furthermore, the Emperor intended to curry favor with Prince Jian'an, so the only option was to sacrifice those two beasts.

After things calmed down, Zi Mo picked me up from the little plague god's house and took a set of dragon and phoenix jade cups with me. Passing by a clinic, Zi Mo took me in to check for internal injuries. This guy probably suspects that Wu Hui lost his temper and beat me up.

Out of boredom, I finished drawing "Cinderella" and even had my mom make a plush toy to celebrate the completion of the comic.

Wu Hui came to me at this moment and said, "I really don't know what's so good about that silly woman. Why didn't the author kill her off?"

Damn, this idiot guy is so unromantic.

In early summer, the four of them picked me and Wu Hui up to play football.

On the carriage, a ladyboy dressed in blue (the same style I stopped wearing last month) held a matching doll in her arms. The two of them were glued together, vying for beauty. It was really hard to tell who was more beautiful.

I kindly sat down next to him and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Brother, you don't need to hug a fake one to masturbate!" The transvestite's expression immediately changed. Zi Mo rushed forward to protect me, while Wu Hui, that idiot, looked like a complete pig. Qian Qing and Chou Qian didn't even glance at me.

"Hehe, I didn't say anything wrong, did I!"

"You've never been right!" the transvestite said angrily, throwing the doll at me without any mercy.

I accepted it with a sweet smile, saying, "Thank you for the gift, transvestite brother." Wow! I'm rich! This is a limited edition souvenir, worth ten thousand taels each! My eyes are sparkling with excitement.

"Vulgar!" the transvestite exclaimed, breathing fire.

"Then let me die a mundane death."

Wu Hui stared wide-eyed, seemingly oblivious to the situation, and said, "Not bad, Yi does look better in your arms than you do."

"Beautiful my foot!" the transvestite retorted.

"Who are you talking about!" Wu Hui shouted, standing up abruptly with eyes blazing with anger. (His head barely touched the roof of the car; poor Wu Hui's current height.)

"Say that again if you dare!"

"Are you addicted to being insulted?!" After a few words, the two started fighting in the small space.

I carefully hid behind Qianqing. Qianqing waved her folding fan, her eyes fixed on the battlefield, causing the two, who were already radiating intense heat, to unleash gusts of eerie wind.

Since I started playing football, I've always been on the same team as Chouqian, but Chouqian never teams up with Qianqing. If you ask me why, I'm sorry, I don't know either. I just think to myself: what an exciting top and bottom pairing!

On the sixth day of the third month of the eighth year of Emperor Renguang's reign, with only four days left until Wu Hui's thirteenth birthday, I wandered around the bustling city street corner, searching for a cheap and nice birthday present.

I kneaded the clay figure, thinking: This won't do, it'll probably melt in four days. I'll just play with it myself for now. "Young master, you haven't paid yet?" "Ah? Sorry, I forgot." Do you think I'd owe you such a small amount? I pulled out a blank bill and handed it to the old man. "It's alright, young master, your bill is a guarantee." The old man was trembling with fear. Haha! The bills I invented are so useful.

I looked at the candied hawthorns; these won't do either, they'll go bad in four days. I'll just eat them myself first. "Young master?..." Before he could finish speaking, I casually tossed the ticket to the middle-aged man.

I glanced at the high-end plush toys in the shop window and thought to myself: This one is even worse; it's too different from his style. I'll keep it for myself. "Young master?... " I tossed the ticket to the old man.

Touching the fine silk, I realized the color was too feminine and definitely not suitable for Wu Hui. I'd give it to my mother. "Young Master?..." I tossed the ticket to the old man.

Gazing at the warm and elegant jade in the jade shop, I knew the Wu Hui family had plenty, and I was definitely keeping it for myself. "Young master?..." "Here," I handed the ticket to the pretty boy.

...I returned home with a full load of goodies at the end of the day, and I was in a good mood.

But some people couldn't stand to see me happy. A ladyboy, clutching a wad of blank bills, stormed up to me and demanded an explanation: