Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 160

Zi Mo looked at me matter-of-factly: "Just a child."

"That's all? Do you take me for a fool or an idiot? The effects of the Seven-Seven Herb are far more than just one child!"

Zi Mo's expression changed instantly: "Who told you that?"

I looked at him, amused. "So you knew all along." Shen Ziming! You're something else!

Zi Mo spoke sternly: "Do you think Qiqi Cao could have come out if someone hadn't deliberately let her through?"

You still want to find a scapegoat! "You knew back then, why didn't you stop it!" You still have the nerve to say that! Bullshit! Touching the increasingly cold water, I'm too lazy to waste time with you. I turned my back to him, took off my last piece of clothing, and dissolved myself into the water to clear my head.

Zi Mo stared at me in surprise, his mouth agape for a long time but no sound came out.

Of course I know what he's trying to say, but I don't care. If you're so capable, go ahead and declare to the whole world that I'm a woman, and I'll be waiting to be beheaded.

I glanced at Zi Mo, who was standing there dumbfounded, and said coldly, "Get out of here."

Zi Mo seemed not to hear, and stood there even more foolishly.

Seeing him like this, I suddenly felt like teasing him: "Are you going to help me scrub my back or trim my toenails?"

Upon hearing this, Zi Mo finally shut his mouth, which had been open for two minutes. His face flushed, he ran out without saying a word, and stumbled and fell against the door frame before he could even get out of the door properly.

My little grass asked indifferently, "What's wrong with Fourth Young Master?"

"fine."

"Bang! Crash!"

I shrugged. The poor thing had bumped into something again. Haha! Haha! My gloomy mood from the past two days has finally lifted. It seems the way to make myself feel better is really by making others unhappy.

"I love taking a bath, my skin feels so good, oh oh oh. I love taking a bath, so many bubbles. Oh oh oh oh. Oh! Are the lyrics wrong? Who cares, I love taking a bath, I love taking a bath... Washing left and right, washing up and down, oh oh oh oh. I love taking a bath..."

The next day, as usual, Zi Mo escorted me to court, and I lay down on the soft blanket he had laid out and pretended to sleep.

Zi Mo stared at me intently.

I've shown you, you won't lose any meat.

"eleven."

"what."

"eleven……"

"Okay," I closed my eyes and pulled the thin blanket over myself to keep warm.

"eleven……"

"kindness."

"eleven……"

I kicked him impatiently: "Are you done yet? If you have something to say, just say it."

Seeing this, Zi Mo frowned slightly: "Watch your manners. How can a girl..."

I immediately stepped forward and covered his mouth: "Okay, I know, stop reading it, I'm getting tired of hearing it."

Zi Mo put down my hand with a strange expression, moved a foot away from me, and said, "I will reconsider Lu Susu's matter. Don't be angry with me."

"I know." That's the good Zimo, the lovely Zimo, a good child who knows his mistakes and corrects them.

I snuggled up to him as usual: "Fourth Brother, it's because you went too far that I got angry. Don't blame me."

Zi Mo smiled, then suddenly seemed to remember something and pushed me away from him: "Eleven, you can't..."

Seeing that he was about to give me a lecture, I immediately snuggled into his arms, rubbed my forehead, and said, "I didn't sleep well last night, and I have a headache."

Zi Mo stopped speaking the words he was about to say and said worriedly, "Headache, let's go see a doctor."

I quickly stopped him from lifting the curtain: "No need, I'll just lie down for a while."

Upon hearing this, Zi Mo took the initiative to pull me into his arms and carefully covered me with a quilt: "Did you catch a cold while sleeping last night?"

I nodded casually. Last night, I asked Xiaocao to warm my blankets before I went to sleep.

Zi Mo sighed with worry, stroking my hair without saying a word.

Standing in the court, I carefully observed the expressions of Chou Qian and Qian Qing. They didn't seem to have any intention of interrogating me. I mustered my courage, straightened my chest, and stood up straight in the main hall for the first time.

Looking around, everyone resembled a rice paddy ready for harvest, each "full" rice head bowed proudly, waiting for the "harvester" to bag it.

I looked at the listless courtiers and wondered why they hadn't made a fuss. They'd been too quiet these past two days! Even if they were mourning for Wu Hui, it shouldn't have taken this many days! Besides, my Wu Hui wasn't dead yet.

Looking up at Qian Qing, he saw him fiddling with the dragon head in his hand, idly picking at its eyes. So everyone's got so much free time!

Why is there no more controversy about Xifeng's visit abroad?

I'm in a good mood today, so I'll ask around for you guys!

Raising his frail little hand, he fulfilled his duties as an official—asking questions when he didn't understand, bowing and scraping as he stepped forward, saying, "Your subject has something to report."

Qianqing's dormant eyes suddenly lit up, like someone who had been thirsty for many years finally seeing the ocean (unfortunately, it was too salty).

Zi Mo frowned as he looked at me. Let him look if he wants; he's been a celebrity for so long that he's used to being stared at.

"Oh, what brings you here, Minister Shen?"