Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 93

"The medicinal herbs inside are for royal use only. Do you think outsiders would know that?"

"So fierce!" I pursed my lips, glancing at the distance between the door and me. If all else fails, I'll just climb through the window.

Just as I was figuring out which window to climb through, Qianqing suddenly slammed me onto the desk. "Sikong, hurry up."

"Damn it, you've gone too far!" I struggled violently, shouting, "Let me go! Help! The Emperor is killing someone!" I kicked Qianqing hard, spreading one leg and yelling, "Let go!"

Qianqing leaned half her body on me, gritting her teeth as she said, "Sikong, hurry up, I can't stand his mouth!"

"Qianqing, I curse your ancestors!"

"How dare you disrespect our ancestors!"

"Help! Someone help me!"

Qianqing pressed down on my hand, and I raised my head to bite him.

Qianqing frowned, avoiding looking at the shoulder I had bitten until it bled: "Sikong!"

Ugly Qian walked arrogantly towards me, his hand gently resting on my tightly clenched hand. Seeing that there was no hope of turning the tide, I simply released my teeth from Qian Qing, waiting for the ugly monster to speak. He had always disliked me, and now he was going to strangle me to death.

I glared at him. When Qianqing saw that I had stopped making a fuss, she stood up and looked at Chouqian strangely.

A moment later, Chouqian opened his ant-like eyes wide and stared at me in shock. I raised my head, ignoring him as I looked up at the sky. Who's afraid of who!

Qianqing asked anxiously, "Are you alright? Do we need the Imperial Hospital to prepare the medicine?"

Chou Qian remained stunned. His tongue had been thrown into Java.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" I shoved him, pushing him to the ground. Looking at his ungraceful posture, I firmly denied that I had used too much force.

Chou Qian woke up with a start and stood up straight, resuming his arrogant and overbearing demeanor.

What is your relationship with Hu Yong?

"Huh?" I stared at him, my jaw dropping. "That's all you're asking?"

Chou Qian arrogantly replied, "That's right."

What a great buddy! I went up and hugged him, smiling brightly: "Ugly freak, I realize you're incredibly handsome right now."

"What is your relationship with Hu Yong?" Chou Qian remained calm and unaffected by my question.

Qianqing stared at us blankly, utterly bewildered.

"Hu Yong is my secretary."

"What is a secretary?" This ugly duckling is getting more and more serious about this.

"A secretary is a mistress. A mistress is a woman other than one's wife. A mistress can be kept, kept at home, or left to roam freely. As for which method you choose, it depends on your financial strength. Different levels of financial strength allow for different levels of support. A mistress is like an office supply, a mistress is like a household item, and a lover is like a timed item. The methods of using these items are..."

Just as I was getting into my rant, Qianqing's ruler smacked me on the head. "Are you ever going to stop?!"

Damn you, Qianqing! I'm so angry, I'm sure this bump will swell up. What's going on? Everyone else has a brain to think, but why do I only have a brain to get beaten up? And the ones who like to beat me up are either high-ranking officials or my benefactors. I'm just unlucky and pitiful. I should have known better than to transmigrate here.

“You should hit him for asking that question.”

"Why do you give so much nonsense in response to his question?"

I puffed out my chest defiantly: "When helping others, of course you have to explain things thoroughly."

"Too much nonsense, no point at all."

"Do you think you're a primary school Chinese teacher? 'Key points'?" Key points mean getting into university.

At this moment, Chou Qian said, "Hu Yong is at least forty-five years old this year. I don't think you are interested in an old man."

"What do you know? A man is in his prime at forty, and everyone praises him after fifty."

Chou Qian glanced at me indifferently, while I glared back at him fiercely.

Just when I thought we were going to have a rally race, he turned to Qianqing and said, "Your Majesty, please allow me and Ziyi to take our leave first. I will go back and personally treat Ziyi."

It needs conditioning, not repairs, is it? "I'm not leaving."

"Oh?" Qianqing's lips curled up at a 35-degree angle: "Minister Shen, would you like to sit here with me?"

"Okay." I don't mind that your house is dark.

Qianqing suddenly picked up the "ink flower" lying on the ground and deliberately held it in front of me, saying, "Who did this? This was Consort De's favorite. I just don't know..."

Before he could finish speaking, I immediately grabbed Chou Qian and said, "Let's go, let's go back and get some treatment."

Chou Qian wanted to bow to Qian Qing as a farewell gesture. I held him firmly, preventing him from bending down. Why are you being so hypocritical, refusing to kneel before Qian Qing!

Before I could even get him out the door, Qianqing's ghostly voice said, "Don't say what you shouldn't say, or no one can protect you."

"I understand. I won't tell anyone about you taking aphrodisiacs."

"Bang!" The chair broke from sitting on it; he needs to lose weight.

As we went outside, Xiao Hai kept his head down, not daring to look at us. I leaned closer to him and said, "Your master told you to bring women in."

Xiao Hai, ever dutiful, bowed and said, "I'll take care of it right away."

"Okay." That's a good boy. I watched him run away, imagining Qianqing with one on each side.

Chou Qian smoothed out the wrinkles I had made and said, "Shen Ziyi, aren't you afraid he'll kill you?"