Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 150

"kindness."

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Buy some fruit, some snacks, steal some jewelry from your mother, get some calligraphy and paintings from that shameless guy, and carry a whole bunch of gifts to see Qianqing.

I struggled to carry my bag, peering into the Qiande Hall from outside. I tentatively called out softly, "Qingqing." "Are you there?"

"Qingqing." The door was pushed open halfway, and she looked inside. It was so quiet. Was no one there? "Qingqing, I've come to see you."

I glanced left and right; nobody was there. I pushed open the door and went in, stepping softly and lowering my voice: "Qingqing." Nobody was there! She wasn't there!

I'm exhausted. I unloaded the gifts on the ground and rubbed my hands and feet: "Where have you been gallivanting off to? You're sick and can't stay still."

"Are you talking about me?" Qian Qing suddenly appeared from behind. Startled, the person felt incredibly guilty and quickly lowered their head, saying, "I'll apologize; my attitude must be good."

Qianqing walked inside, and I followed. Xiaohai looked at me, stopped outside the door, and closed it.

The wounds on his face had not yet faded, and faint bruises remained at the corners of his eyes.

It was me who typed "Qingqing, I'm sorry." I shouldn't have been so serious when I hit you. I was too angry that day, it's my fault for not thinking it through. "Qingqing, I was wrong."

Qianqing spread out the stacks of memorials, having no time to pay attention to me.

Despite his poor health, he remained so diligent in his duties; what a good emperor.

I stood in front of the table, not daring to anger him: "Qingqing, I thought about it when I got back, and it's all my fault. Everyone in the world is yours, you can have them if you want them. Why did I make such a fuss? It's my fault."

"Shut up!" Qianqing slammed the memorial on the table.

My heart was trembling. I mustered my courage and admitted my mistake: "Please punish me, I promise I won't do it again."

Qianqing buried himself in official duties.

I finally understand Zimo's father; he had to go even if it meant being shameless.

I moved closer to him: "I'll let you fight back."

After approving one document, he started on the second, ignoring me completely. I secretly glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He didn't chase me away; he just wanted me to apologize. "I'll never do it again."

More and more folded documents piled up on my left. I stood there admitting my mistake. "Qing."

He still won't say anything, just like this morning. In the morning I treated him like he was invisible, and in the afternoon he treated me like he was invisible too.

I guess I'll just have to stand there as punishment. I'll step back three meters from him and stand there obediently, waiting for him to be satisfied. I'll even say thank you for slapping me—pathetic, but also happy. No need to ask for more.

Everyone has worries; his worries are probably no less than mine.

Everyone has felt wronged, yet accusations have never been uttered by them.

Who hasn't been afraid? They've fought their way to where they are today, and I can face life with a smile too.

I tried calling him, "Qingqing."...

Still angry.

Just stand there; you're just idling around anyway.

I remained silent for two hours, then for four hours. He was busy, and I reflected on my actions.

Xiao Hai ran in, surprised that I was still alive. "Your Majesty, Peng Xingxing requests an audience."

"pass."

Xiao Hai stepped forward, his voice rising in a high-pitched voice: "Summon Lord Peng, the Imperial Study Official!"

"Summon Lord Peng, the Imperial Study Official!"

"Summon Lord Peng, the Imperial Study Official!"

The sounds rose and fell, stretching for miles.

Half an hour later, Xiao Peng finally showed up. I wanted to laugh at this comrade who had abandoned me before the "Struggle for Talents Meeting," but today I had to be obedient, keep a low profile, and act gentle and innocent to let him go.

Xiao Peng stepped forward, completely ignoring me: "Your subject greets Your Majesty, long live the Emperor!"

"Stand up and answer."

He ignores me, he's petty.

"Your Majesty, Lord Sun has submitted a list of nominees for Minister of Works."

Xiao Hai took it and gave it to him, but he didn't seem too emotional.

"Your Majesty, Lord Gao will also submit a copy."

Xiao Hai passed it on, and Qian Qing flipped through it.

I stand there dumbfounded, glaring at you, looking down on you, glancing at you sideways, and rolling my eyes at you.

After Qianqing finished reading it, she returned it to Xiaohai, who then gave it back to Xiaopeng.

"Send it to the Prime Minister's residence."

"Yes, Your Majesty,"

"Step back."

"This humble official takes his leave."