Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 17

Zi Mo glared at me, ignoring my kind explanations. His handsome eyebrows were furrowed in knots, his lips were tightly pressed together, and he radiated an aura of "do not disturb." Why is he taking it out on me?! It was that pig Wu Hui who bullied me!

Someone with a face more like a demon than a human stared at me, glaring at me like that. What the hell are you going to do about it? I'm just going to curse at you. Everyone's acting like I'm raping them. Damn it. Bullying me.

Chou Qian looked at the messy room and seemed lost in thought.

Qianqing said, "Wu Hui has been in a bad mood these past two days. Don't worry about what he did wrong." I don't care. It's just that some people are giving me the cold shoulder.

The transvestite continued, "Prince Zhenyuan brought back a woman, which wasn't a big deal in itself. The problem is that the woman was originally a military prostitute, and the general wanted to take her as a concubine. She also brought several children with her. The eldest is only a year younger than Wu Hui, and he had been with the prince on the battlefield. After returning, he was promoted. The princess couldn't bear the blow and fell ill. When this boy saw the princess being wronged, he wanted to kill the mother and children. But his father stopped him and even helped outsiders teach him a lesson. How could Wu Hui, with his pride, possibly stand for that..." After the transvestite finished speaking, the atmosphere became even more silent than before.

Even if you want to, you can't interfere with household chores that involve no regrets.

"What's he angry about?" I asked, pointing to the dead pig on the ground. The transvestite looked at the dead pig on the ground and said, "It must be about his mother. Whether his father takes a concubine or not has little to do with him."

Oh, is that all? "I'm hungry, I want to eat."

"I'm not eating anymore, I'm already full of anger." Zi Mo yelled at me through gritted teeth.

When Chou Qian heard me say I was hungry, he called the waiter to clean up the mess and set out the dishes again.

The transvestite and Qianqing both stared at me silently. What the hell are you looking at? Trying to bring up old grievances?! I glared at them and shouted, "I would never take advantage of someone in distress and seduce my brother!" After saying that, Qianqing drank tea to cover her embarrassment, the transvestite gave me a fawning smile, and Zimo's face darkened even further.

[Main Text: Chapter Eighteen]

The next day, I went to the Prince's Mansion to find Wu Hui.

When I arrived, he was smashing furniture with great gusto, and there was a clear murderous glint in his domineering eyes.

I beckoned him over, and he, sporting panda eyes and a snarling expression, glared at me and asked, "Who hit me yesterday?!"

"This...this..." It seems everyone had taken a hit before leaving.

"You crashed into it yourself," I kindly reminded you.

"I'm not that stupid!" The bull's eyes glared like the sun, its target being the pitiful me.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I lied to him without batting an eye. "Really, if you don't believe me, go ask Chou Qian."

"You better not be lying to me!" Bull-Eye still didn't believe me and was ready to fight at any moment. I sensed the situation was turning against me. I decided not to try and build a relationship with him and to end things quickly.

I whispered a few words to Wu Hui. He looked at me relentlessly and asked, "Will it work?" "Nonsense, if it didn't work, would I, your grandpa, teach you?! Go now!"

He gave me a sidelong glance and left.

Given the princess's background, she wouldn't fall ill from jealousy; at most, she'd be caught off guard and stunned. Especially since her son was outshone by that concubine, it's no wonder she's furious. Let her think it through; I'll do my best to make her proud. That woman is nothing more than an ant under her feet; once her husband's gone, she can do whatever she wants with her.

The princess's condition improved, but Wu Hui still had a deathly expression.

Damn it, if you're in a bad mood, don't hang around in front of me. You're ruining my mood for going to Yanxiao Tower.

"What's wrong?" I asked, annoyed.

"I'm fine!" He was nowhere near his usual high spirits, yet he said he was fine. "If you're fine, why are you pretending to be dead?"

"Who's faking death!" Wu Hui slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage.

I chuckled and put my arm around his shoulder, saying, "Isn't this more like our 'No Regrets' style? But, what's wrong with you, old man?"

He looked dejected and replied, "He holds an official position in the army." Seeing his dejected expression, I wanted to punch him and asked impatiently, "A very high-ranking official?"

"no."

"Why are you meddling in my business!" He didn't pay attention to my choice of words and said dreamily, "He's been to the battlefield!"

"You should go too." What's so enviable about that, you crazy person.

“It’s not the right time yet…” His expression at this moment was quite serious and a little lonely.

Could it be that the young emperor is afraid your family will usurp power and has detained you? Pshaw! That's underhanded.

I pulled him along: "Go out for a walk, don't stay cooped up."

As we walked down the street, we attracted the attention of many young girls. I smiled and returned their greetings. I had long wanted to earn the title of a gentle and refined gentleman in the capital, so I needed to quickly gather my fans.

Wu Hui kept a straight face and remained silent. Whatever, he had plenty of money; he could do nothing and beautiful women would throw themselves at him. Unlike me, pitiful and unwanted.

"Hey, give me a smile." Help me gain some popularity.

He's ignoring me; he hasn't gotten over his heartbreak yet.

"If you can't let go, what kind of man are you? Forget about it." He still ignored me.

"You're faking your death!" He treated me like I wasn't there.

"Damn it, you might as well just kill yourself." He still ignored me.

This man is beyond saving; even if he comes back to life, he'll suffer from neurasthenia. He might as well just die and be done with it.

"Halt!" A group of servants chased after a little girl dressed in mourning as she ran past us. Wow! This is going to be interesting.

I clung to my unwilling regret and joined the crowd for the fun.

"Stop!" the servant shouted. The little girl turned around in terror, her pale face streaked with tears. She ran clumsily and was soon surrounded by a large group of men.

Damn, it's already failing so quickly, it's really useless.

"Come back with us!" the leader ordered.