Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 49

Qianqing said, "I'm wrong."

"But you still hit me." I stubbornly insisted.

"What do you want?" Qianqing's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, but he still forced a smile, feigning innocence.

"I want a promotion." This is my grand goal.

"It's not that I don't want to promote you, it's just that you..."

"What's wrong with me? I've been so good at giving you advice! Why don't I get a promotion?"

"Isn't it good to be in the Ministry of Rites? Why do you always keep clamoring for a promotion?"

I threw back the covers and sat up, saying, "Didn't you notice that I'm the lowest-ranking official among us?"

"But you have the worst temper." Qianqing tried to touch my head, but I looked down and dodged. "I won't let you touch me unless I'm an official." Bad habits shouldn't be tolerated.

Qianqing suppressed a laugh: "Fine, I won't touch you then. Is your head more outstanding than my harem?"

"Of course, it's full of wisdom!" I patted my darling's head and kindly recommended, "How about a promotion?"

"No promotion." Qianqing was unwilling to compromise on this point.

"Then I quit." I angrily shrank back into the covers. Why are you coming to me if you're not going to promote me!

"Besides a promotion, I'll grant you one more condition, okay?" Qianqing nudged me, wanting to negotiate.

I looked at him unhappily: "Any conditions are acceptable?"

“Yes.” Qianqing nodded.

Then give me the throne.

"Give me a kiss." I reluctantly compromised.

Qianqing unleashed his power, and a cold wind rose again. I pulled the quilt tighter around myself. No need for all this trouble.

"Give me a kiss, and then you can go back." His voice was cold.

"Yes." I boldly flirted with the handsome guy.

Qianqing, unwilling to give up, brushed me with her mouth.

"Oh no! I didn't feel anything?" I opened my eyes wide, feeling resentful at being deceived.

"It's over! I'm going to see you in the imperial court tomorrow."

"You also have to promise not to hit me again." I almost forgot about that.

Qian Qingye's eyes, filled with snowflakes, said: "Don't go looking for a fight, no one will fight you."

I'm asking for it! They've insulted my dignity, I'm not going back, and I'll have to cover my head and kick them out again.

Qianqing pulled my blanket: "I've already kissed you, what more do you want?" (To have sex with you.)

"So what if you kissed him!" Qianqing clenched her fist, and I nervously backed away. Oh my god! Zimo, come in quickly, your little brother is about to get beaten up again.

Finally, under the influence of my gaze, Qianqing laid down her butcher's knife and said, "Alright."

My fragile heart finally returned to normal, and I cautiously sat back down. "Let Zimo in." I'm still afraid you might do something rash.

Qianqing summoned Zimo. Zimo glanced at me, saw that I was unharmed, breathed a sigh of relief, and served Qianqing.

I, Zi Mo, said: "Fourth Brother, I will never wash my face again in my life."

"Why?" The adorable Zi Mo looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I pointed at Qianqing: "He kissed me. I have a dragon's kiss. I don't wash my face." Zimo was so shocked that he didn't know whether to look at me or Qianqing.

Qianqing stared at me dumbfounded: "Do you want the whole world to know this?!"

Oh no, he's angry again. I hid behind Zimo, but it was no use. I forced myself to say, "Good things should be shared."

Zi Mo gripped my arm tightly. "Let go," I reminded him, "Don't turn your brother into a one-armed hero."

Qian Qingxue's eyes flashed with ice-cold light: "Say it again and I'll chop you up!"

Upon hearing this, I sat down on the ground and protested: "You just said you would never hit me again."

Zi Mo was left feeling awkward.

Qianqing clenched and unclenched her hand repeatedly, until her brows furrowed like an orange peel: "What do you want me to do so that you don't start spouting nonsense?"

Damn it! They're denying the fact that they kissed me so quickly. "Promotion!" My goal is clear.

Qian Qing raised her brocade robe, not even bothering to look at me, and turned to leave.

I lay on the ground and shouted, "What about my promotion?"

"You're dreaming." Watching him walk away, I laughed loudly, "Let's see if you dare to hit me again."

With a cheerful mood, everything is at peace, and my serious illness has been cured. Staggering along, humming a little tune, I'm off to work.

"Good morning, Lord Shen." "Good boy." The man who spoke was of lower status than me.

"Congratulations on Lord Shen's recovery!" "Thank you." The person asking the question hoped I would speak well of him to Zi Mo.

"Lord Shen, you've become even more handsome since I last saw you." "That's right, I am of impeccable character and appearance." He was trying to curry favor with me, hoping to get his son into the Ministry of Rites.