Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 102

I'm trapped in this dark hole, all around me is quiet, even the servants are kneeling down. You, Qianqing, made such a fuss just to go out! I'll strive to be like you.

I don't know how long I stayed in the pitch black, but I had two wonderful dreams.

When I woke up and peeked out to observe my surroundings, I found it was still quiet. Qian Qing really knows how to play tricks on people. This time, she'll make those poor bastards faint.

Just as I was about to embark on my third dream, shouts of "Long live!" echoed from outside the window, reverberating through my dark abyss. I bit my finger, pondering whether I should get up. I had offended him; what if he got angry? But if I didn't go out, what if he lost face and killed me? Should I abandon my base and turn to the light?

Think about it again...

"Your Majesty, my son is inside." The shameless man's voice was noticeably low-key and listless.

"Your Majesty is preoccupied with state affairs and need not worry about the eleventh. Why don't you move to the study so we can discuss state matters?"

Judging from Zi Mo's voice, he probably didn't want Qian Qing to come in.

To everyone's surprise, Qian Qing said without hesitation, "State affairs can be discussed in the court. I came here specifically to see Minister Shen. You don't need to say anything more."

That's really giving me face.

"I just don't know who's so amazing that they actually hit someone I wouldn't even dare to hit."

"thump--!"

I heard the loud voice; you shameless person was threatened again. I pity you, I laugh at you, and I laugh at you behind your back.

Qianqing entered, and Zimo's footsteps followed closely behind, but no sound of Houlianpi moving was heard.

Qianqing did not go into the inner room, but asked, "Zimo, is Xiaoyi having a seizure?"

You're the one who's crazy!

Zi Mo exclaimed in surprise, "Has he gone mad? Why is he going mad? He only has a back injury. It shouldn't be this serious."

Qianqing said irritably, "I'm asking if he's causing you trouble, otherwise why didn't he greet me, and why did you stop me from coming in?"

Zi Mo said helplessly, "I don't know what's wrong with him today. He disappeared early this morning and hasn't gotten out of bed or eaten yet."

"Oh, who upset him?"

"I don't know. He was fine before Sikong came, but after he left, his mood became unpredictable."

"Let's go, I'll go take a look."

"Your Majesty, if Eleven has offended you, please forgive me."

I did remember to get up, but everyone said I was crazy, so why would I get up? I'm not crazy!

"Ziyi."

"You're acting crazy! I don't have time for you."

"He deserved to be beaten."

"It hits right where it hurts."

"It truly strikes at the heart of my heart, and it came at the perfect time."

"roll."

"They've rebelled!"

"You're asking for it."

"emperor……"

"This is none of your business. I'm just here to enjoy the pitiful sight of Shen Ziyi with his wings knocked out and unable to flap them."

"Who are you talking about!" I yanked off the covers, my hair uncombed, face unwashed, sleep still smudged in my eyes—a mistake, lacking any presence. "I'm warning you..."

Ouch! That hurts! I forgot I was a patient again!

Zi Mo ran into me, frowning with worry: "Your wound has reopened, so I should tie you to the bed."

You dare! I was just trying to show off my manly prowess, but I don't know where I hurt myself.

Seeing me grin, Qianqing was about to step forward, but then stopped and said sarcastically, "Karma."

I angrily turned to Zi Mo and said, "Throw him out."

Zi Mo awkwardly helped me rub the trash in my eyes, and looked at Qian Qing with difficulty, saying, "Your Majesty, the Eleventh Prince is not in good health, please don't take his angry words seriously."

"I have no interest in arguing with a madman who doesn't wash his face or tie his hair up."

They actually insulted my character! I'm furious!

Seeing that I was not in a good mood, Zi Mo quickly comforted me and coaxed, "Little Eleven, be good."

"She just won't behave."

Zi Mo gave me a warning look with a helpless expression. I turned my head away. This time, I'll give you face and not stoop to Qian Qing's level.

Seeing that I was obedient, Zi Mo patted the top of my head approvingly and held me in front of the dressing table to fix my hair.

He warmed a towel for me, wiped my face, and then combed my hair.

Qianqing shouted at the top of her lungs, "Zimo, don't you dare interfere with him! Doesn't he have hands too?!"

With a dark expression, I showed him my bandaged arm: "Boss, I'm injured like this, how am I supposed to support myself?"