Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 41

"The death of someone's chicken shouldn't be discussed in court." I glanced at Qianqing, who remained expressionless. The cold wind didn't blow either. I confidently asked, "Then the Prime Minister and the Emperor marrying a woman should be discussed in court?"

"This is the national system." Lord Peng stepped forward, and the two opposing sides reached an alliance treaty to unite against external threats.

"The form of government? Are you kidding me? Even if the emperor marries a concubine, it's not guaranteed. Even if the prime minister marries a concubine, there's no guarantee she'll have an heir. And even if she does, there's no guarantee she'll live. Even if she does, she'll eventually die. And even if she doesn't die, there's no guarantee she'll take over the prime minister's position. Even if she does, there's no guarantee she'll seize power. And even if she does seize power, she might not succeed. Why are you worrying about this?" I counted the court beads around my neck, really wanting to change their style.

"You! — This is sophistry! The Emperor's every move is fundamental to the nation. As his subjects, we must pay close attention." The man surnamed Sun truly cared for Qianqing, but unfortunately, she wasn't happy about it.

I looked up with a pleading expression and asked, "May I ask, Lord Sun, where did His Majesty spend the night last night?"

"How would I know?" The man surnamed Sun stood straight, staring at the tips of Qianqing's shoes.

Qianqing was clearly just watching the show.

I smiled and asked, "May I ask, Lord Sun, what do you know about the Emperor?"

“I…” The man surnamed Sun glared at me.

I looked at him and said, "Speak up, or you'll reveal your ulterior motives; if you don't, you'll show you don't care about the national system."

The Minister of Revenue, shameless as ever, stepped forward, sweating profusely, and said, "Your Majesty, my son is ignorant. Please punish him."

Just as Zi Mo was about to follow, Qian Qing touched the dragon's head and said, "Prime Minister, tell Minister Shen when his chickens died." Her voice seemed to indicate that she didn't care about me.

"The first chicken that returned to the Emperor's residence, at Minister Shen's house, died three days ago." Wow! They can even calculate that.

Three days ago, my little brother went to the border. Now, boss, you've finally avenged you. You can go in peace.

After he got back, that shameless guy called me into his study and lectured me for the entire afternoon. I just kept a straight face and ignored him, since he wouldn't dare do anything to me anyway.

My mother has been going crazy these past two days, arranging blind dates for me, with all sorts of men and women.

I asked curiously, "Mom, are you alright? Should we go see a doctor?"

"What are you looking at! You pick one of them and we'll get married after the New Year!"

"What if I don't choose?" I deliberately made things difficult for her, vaguely guessing what she was worried about, but I didn't care.

"I don't care whether you choose or not, I'll have plenty of ways to make you give in." My mother grabbed my long gown and tried to dress me in women's clothes.

"What are you doing! Let go!" I jumped onto the table to avoid her.

"Get down here. Today I'm taking you to see Liu Er, the pig butcher," Mother said firmly.

I said with a bitter face, "Mom, you can't be serious, can you? Do you want me to become a pig-slaughtering beauty?"

"That's better than you dying without knowing how." My mother grabbed me, and I ran away.

"Stop right there!"

"No, I wouldn't marry a butcher even if I were in a bad situation."

[Main Text: Chapter Thirty-One]

I clung to a pillar and climbed up to the beam.

My mother looked up at me and said, "Come on, get down. We can talk this over."

"No." Do you think I'm a child? I'm not going down there.

"What exactly do you want! Don't you understand your own situation?!" Mother was really angry and sat on the chair wringing out her handkerchief.

"Mother, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine!" I comforted her, clinging to the roof beam.

"Then get down."

"You take back the women's clothing!" I negotiated with her. Deep down, I was quite terrified of the identity that represented not being able to do as I pleased.

"good."

"I'm not going to see Liu Er today!"

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"What's so great about a pig butcher?"

"I've already promised Aunt Yun. Anyway, I've met so many people, one more won't make a difference."

Damn it! What kind of excuse is that? "Mom! Please spare me!" I pretended to be dead, clinging to the rafters.

"Don't even think about going to Dongsheng Restaurant in an hour." My mother was practically threatening me: "Besides slaughtering pigs, Liu Er is also a top chef. Isn't that a good enough match for you?" My mother was trying to entice me. Did she really think I had such poor taste? Did I really want to be a submissive to someone with a bad status?

I lay on the beam, observing the roof up close. Actually, marrying several men and women wouldn't be bad. If I can't be the top guy, I can settle for the best in each industry. Poor me!

My mother brought out a new dress and told me, "Put this on right away."

I looked down at her and said, "Neither male nor female, don't wear it."

Mother, hands on hips, mimicked a hen: "Choose one, this one or the one from before!"

I pursed my lips and half-slid off the pillar: "This one will do!" It's still men's clothing after all. Meeting a butcher, and you're making a bigger show of it than meeting Qian Qing. I'll report you to the emperor tomorrow.

Just as I was about to jump, I suddenly felt myself flying into the air, losing my footing for a moment before falling back to the ground.

Zi Mo wrapped his arms around my waist, his brows furrowing: "Climbing that high, do you have a death wish?!"

"I can get down myself, why are you making a fuss?" "Thank you, Fourth Brother."

"Greetings, Fourth Young Master! Come in and have a seat!" The mother welcomed Zi Mo into the house.