Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 58

"Nobody's buying it, is that?" I smiled sarcastically at him.

Peng Hai stood up angrily: "It is you despicable people who are causing unrest in the court."

So what if I feel uneasy? It's because someone shamelessly begged me to come back!

The flat piece was used to soothe Peng Hai.

I said, "Someone is allowing us to survive. Could it be that Lord Peng is envious?"

"Ha! Ha!" Peng Hai laughed as if he had swallowed rat poison: "Prime Minister Sikong is about to get married, let's see how long you can be so smug."

I twirled a strand of hair behind my ear and glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, saying, "So what if he married someone else! Haven't you heard that a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a stolen one!"

"You—! You're utterly shameless."

"What does it matter to you whether I have a face or not? Mind your own business!" Peng Hai's face turned green, and he turned to leave.

Flat-faced man pulled him back and said, "Lord Peng, why bother? The Battle of Wise Men is about to begin. It would be such a pity to leave."

"I have no intention of sitting at the same table with such a person," Peng Hai said before moving on to another location.

I waved to him and said, "Don't bother seeing me out."

Flat Piece, Wu Yongkang, and Su Keji all looked at me, with a hint of reproach in their eyes.

Unfortunately, I don't take you seriously.

I leisurely sipped my tea and asked, "Has the Prime Minister not arrived yet?" I glanced at Su Keji beside me; this kid, along with Chou Qian, should be able to deliver a letter.

At this time of year, Chou Qian would definitely be preparing; he's a perfectionist.

"The Prime Minister, the Grand Tutor, and Young Master Su are in the back hall. Would Lord Shen like to go over there?"

"No need." You think you can make me leave so easily? Haven't you heard the saying, "It's easy to invite a god, but hard to send him away"?

I reluctantly joined these few people in the crowd, waiting for the competition to begin.

Amidst the ever-growing crowd, I was surprised to see my adorable little grass eagerly waiting. Damn, not only did the letter arrive, but the person did too.

Those inconspicuous corners are also places where young ladies from wealthy families are eagerly awaiting their ideal husbands.

I'm drinking tea alone; I don't want to bother with those people who are engaging in clique politics.

Wu Hui stormed in, his aura fierce, and the crowd spontaneously parted to make way for him, allowing him to head straight for the second floor without any obstruction.

I sit here and don't call him; sometimes a single word can make a big difference. Take my adorable Wuju, for example.

At noon, Qiu Qian, whose appearance was considered an eyesore, stepped onto the main stage and became the focus of everyone's attention.

Damn, what a talented but unattractive guy. Add to that his narrow-mindedness, and it's no wonder you weren't born in modern times to get plastic surgery.

"Thank you all for attending the Ninth Annual Competition of Talented Scholars. On the occasion of the New Year, on behalf of the Great Emperor Renguang of the Eastern Qing Dynasty, I hereby announce that the scholars who win the top prizes in each competition will have the opportunity to meet the Emperor."

What's so interesting about meeting the emperor? You might as well buy a ticket and go to the zoo.

"If the top-prize scholar can answer His Majesty's question correctly, he can have one wish fulfilled without violating the laws of the Eastern Qing Dynasty."

Ah! My wish! I leaned forward excitedly. This is great, I like it.

After Chou Qian finished speaking, the crowd stirred, and I was even more excited: a promotion was in sight.

Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and prose—which should I choose? It seems like everyone else is good at everything and can get first place in any of them.

Ugh! This is a headache. If I participate in all of them, will all eight wishes come true? Oh, that's great, Qianqing! I love you to death.

I abandoned the three unrighteous individuals, squeezed into the crowd, and announced my name, which would be remembered for a thousand years, for each competition event.

Lao Tzu's eight wishes! How should I use them! Haha! I'm curled up in a corner fantasizing about having Chou Qian lick my toes, Qian Qing trim my nails, Wu Hui kowtow to me, Zi Mo perform a striptease for me, and a transvestite give me all her wealth. How wonderful! Wiping my drool, it's about to spill.

After the crowd had chosen their subjects, the ladyboy walked smilingly toward the podium.

I opened my mouth wide and looked at the incredibly handsome transgender man. Damn it, he was wearing the same outfit I wore on my last blind date, with the exact same style.

What a visual shock!

The contrast is striking. (Didn't that ugly guy just go down there?) I glanced at the ugly guy behind him and couldn't help but wonder: who was so cruel as to put them together? That's so unfair.

The PR person, in a flamboyant manner, greeted everyone and announced: "Due to the large number of participants this year, the competition system has been adjusted. The eight competitions are divided into four groups: Qin (a stringed instrument) and Poetry, Chess and Prose, Calligraphy and Lyrics, Painting and Song. Each event lasts one hour, and the competition will end in four hours. We hope that talented individuals from all sides will strive for the opportunity to meet the Emperor. The first group may now begin."

The ladyboy returned the greeting and left the stage. I gritted my teeth in frustration, thinking, "My eight wishes, how could they have been reduced?"

The first match begins.

I pondered whether participating in the zither competition would offer more opportunities, or whether participating in poetry would allow me to outshine all the other talented individuals.

I walked over to the violin section and kicked that lousy, poor-quality violin. Ugh, it's not even as good as the cheapest violin the ladyboy gave me. An old man with golden hands doesn't play low-quality violins.

I leaned closer to the poetry group and found the ugly guy wielding his pen. Good heavens! With you here, even if I were to copy Li Bai, I couldn't do it anymore.

It's outrageous that they're competing with ordinary people like us for a spot.

My two wishes just flew away like that.

In the second game of chess and poetry, I looked at the crisscrossing red lines and the oddly shaped pieces on the chessboard.

Chess? It doesn't look like it!

Go? We don't play Go!