Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 149

"Isn't that right?" Chou Qian picked up the teacup and put it down again, seemingly oblivious to Qian Qing's question. His hand rested on the table, but his brows furrowed slightly.

"You took so much, I'll ask you to write one too."

"I gave you half in the end."

"you--!"

Chouqian didn't let him finish speaking: "The imperial decree has been issued secretly. Your subject takes his leave."

When Chou Qian emerged, he swept away all the memorials scattered across the table.

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger!"

[Text: Chapter Seventy-Seven]

"What's wrong with the Emperor?"

"have no idea!"

"His Majesty does not look well."

I hit him, are you going to report me?

"The Emperor seems strange."

I'll keep watching you.

"Sikong has injuries on his face?"

It's nothing to be surprised about. "To die under a peony is to die a romantic death." Pshaw.

"Eleven, what's wrong?"

"I am fine!"

Why don't you respond when the Emperor speaks to you in court?

"Dumb."

"Eleven..." Zi Mo wanted to continue rambling.

I looked up to the sky, wanting to shout "Ah--! Ah--!" Startling a flock of birds into flight. This drew the attention of all the officials. Annoyed, I yelled, "What are you looking at!" The officials, speechless, went home.

Chou Qian walked past me; I ignored him, and he ignored me too. A cold war ensued.

Zi Mo asked, puzzled, "Sikong?... "

"Old problem." Narrow-minded. Feeling depressed, everything annoys me.

"eleven……"

"Let's go home." I don't want to be outside.

"Okay." Zi Mo helped me into the car, the bumpy ride making me even more annoyed. "Fourth Brother, shall we go to the border?"

Zi Mo exclaimed, "Impossible!"

No, I don't want to marry the princess. I really don't want to, I really don't want to. I huddled in the corner of the car, unable to imagine Wu Hui in her red dress.

“You know.” Zi Mo wasn’t surprised.

"Mm." I nodded. You know, you didn't tell me either, you didn't tell me at all. Are you not planning to tell me even after he gets married? It's hurtful... I curled up in self-defense.

"Eleven." Zi Mo gently hugged me: "Tell me, what would Wu Hui do if you weren't here?"

I leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. After a while, I became dependent on him: "He will marry her, take her country, and create a legend." I knew this, so I didn't dare to force him.

"Can you bear to let him give up?"

I'm heartbroken, but I also want his career to go smoothly. "Teach me a way to keep him." Besides you, he's the one who gives me the most peace of mind. If he's gone, my heart will feel empty, more painful than if you were getting married.

Zi Mo patted my shoulder: "Eleven, live an ordinary life, don't live a life that doesn't belong to you."

"Brother—" I clung to him, knowing how difficult it was to do. He'd been with me for so many years, my life mostly revolved around him. I wanted him to cherish me, to care for me as much as you do. We didn't need to get married, just being together was enough. I'd restrained myself for so many years, knowing it was impossible, but this day came so quickly, catching me completely off guard and throwing my composure into disarray.

"Eleven, promise me you won't be sad for him. Fourth Brother feels sorry for you."

"Brother—" I hugged him, so moved I wanted to cry. Zi Mo, in the next life I will repay you. And I will love you in return.

"You can never get married. Fourth Brother will find a way to protect you. As long as Fourth Brother is here, Eleven will definitely be the happiest and most at ease child."

...Well, I don't want to disrupt the course of history, and I have no intention of building a dynasty. At worst, I'll just stay in your arms and be your eleventh son for the rest of my life.

Let them follow their own destiny and strive towards their ideals. We've been brothers for years, we can work together, there's no need to give up.

We can still be like when we were little, where you are the closest to me, and Zimo loves me the most...

Once you've thought it through, you'll be happy. I'll be true to Zimo and not let him worry. ...

"Fourth Brother, have some snacks."

Master Zimo's face showed: "No, that..."

She shook him vigorously: "I want to eat, I want to eat, I won't be happy if I don't eat."

Zi Mo chuckled: "Okay, let's go eat and make Eleven happy."