Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 79

"It has nothing to do with me." Don't pin everything on me; I'm innocent.

"Yes, it has nothing to do with you." The old man glanced at me and asked, "Where's your mother?"

"She's not home." She really isn't home. If she were home, I wouldn't be out here.

"Where did you go?" The old man stared at me with a sly look on his face.

"How would I know?" Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. You're so poor you don't even buy yourself nice clothes, yet you expect my mother to like you? Don't be delusional.

"Little girl, you'd better not hold a grudge against me in your heart."

"Don't think about things you shouldn't think about."

"Who are you talking to? You dare to be so disrespectful to your master."

“You don’t look like a master at all; you’re just a ragpicker.”

"You dare say I'm a ragpicker!" The old man suddenly jumped up, pointed at me and said, "I was originally planning to give you a prescription so you could exchange it with the Emperor for the Time-Fairy Herb, but it seems I won't need to now."

Upon hearing this, I quickly grabbed his leg and said, "Master! Your disciple was wrong."

"Serves you right."

"Master, you love me the most."

"Not as good as your mother."

"Master, please help me."

"in spite of."

"If you don't care, I'll go find Qianqing."

The old man chuckled and said to me, "Go ahead! I want to see if he'll kill you this time."

I touched my nose and said ingratiatingly, "Master! Your disciple respects you the most!"

"I can't afford it."

"Hey! Do you still want to pursue my mother or not?"

This time it was his turn to bow and scrape before me as he ordered meat: "Does my disciple wish to fulfill his master's wishes?"

I held out my hand: "Prescription."

The old man said sternly, "No."

"Fine, I won't give it to you then. I'm never letting my mother come to see me again." With that, I turned and left. The old man chased after me, saying, "My disciple is angry."

I walked past him: "You're driving me crazy."

The old man pulled me back into the hall and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I'm afraid it won't be of much use."

"Something big is better than nothing."

The old man thought for a moment, then nodded resolutely: "Alright, I'll give you the prescription. But you're not allowed to look at it. When you need to use it, present it directly to the Emperor."

"No." If you hadn't said so, I might not have watched it, but now that you have, I really want to watch it!

"Shen Ziyi! Are you trying to save your nephew, or are you just satisfying your own curiosity!"

"Save my nephew." But curiosity must also be satisfied.

The old man turned and went back to his room. After a moment, he folded an envelope and handed it to me: "Keep this safe and don't open it. Just give it to me when you need it. Your fourth sister-in-law's baby is still two months along, so you just need to take care of it in two months."

"That's good!" I said, holding up the letter in my hand like an idiot. "With this, there won't be any problems!"

"You ask me? How would I know?" The old man kicked me out of his door with a bang. The long-neglected gate was bolted shut, and if you weren't looking carefully, you'd think no one lived there.

I wandered home alone. It turns out everyone has so many worries, even resorting to backstabbing and intrigue. Whether in ancient times or modern times, can't we just live a peaceful life?

I suddenly miss Yang Xuansi so much. I wonder how he is doing now, and also Miaomiao. Will she miss me now that I'm gone?

When I got home, I didn't have the energy to bother Xiaocao. I lay on my bed, not wanting to say a word.

Wouldn't it be better if life were simpler? Before, it was Xuan Si who was fighting, which hurt others and made people uneasy. Now that you are fighting, there is less consideration. It turns out that your emotions are so weak and ruthless. So many people's youth has been handed to you, are you just going to let them pass by so easily?

Do all those in high positions of power have to be so ruthless? Don't they deserve to be cherished?

I turned over, wanting to leave the court and live a peaceful life. Since it has nothing to do with me, I don't want to see it, or at least not hear about it. My heart aches, not for others, but for myself. It turns out we really are nothing, we are really so insignificant, that any person in power can take your life, and that even without their protection, I would be so miserable.

I buried my face in the pillow, desperately wanting to meow, wanting freedom, wanting yesterday where I could do whatever I wanted, even if not absolutely.

I admit I'm not very useful. I'm useless in modern times, useless in ancient times, useless anywhere. I don't have any outstanding skills, I don't know how to be tactful, I don't understand their profound history, and now I'm surrounded by a group of unfamiliar ancient people. I feel like crying!

"Ah--" Why do I suddenly feel like I don't belong? Is it because they, whom I thought were easy to bully, have abandoned their pretense and are standing naked in front of me?

I suppressed the overwhelming discomfort in my heart, and didn't even want to get up.

"Xiao Yi!" It was her mother's voice.

"Xiao Yi!" Let me have some peace and quiet.

"Xiao Yi! Come out here, didn't you hear your mother calling you!"

"The door isn't locked, come in yourself." I kept my head down, unwilling to even see her.

My mother stood by the bed, looking at me with a puzzled expression: "Girl, what's wrong?"