Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 167

I understand why Grandpa brought me to see him. He will be a good emperor, a benevolent and diligent ruler who cares for his people.

Grandpa left me in Dongqing, and I didn't object. The stories I love are here, and I don't mind helping this country.

Qianqing's life was very regular, and I was like a normal child, going to the academy and going home to see my mother after class. My mother still loved me, but some things were different—my status and position had changed. Four years of waiting could change a lot, and she didn't ignore me just because I was no longer ugly, for which I was grateful. But I gained a younger brother—Sikong Wu.

He's just like I used to be, he likes to cuddle with his mother, likes to sit on his father's lap while eating, and likes to be coaxed to sleep by his mother at night.

He took away some of the pleasures that belonged to me. Whenever they were together, I felt lonely. Not wanting to be jealous of my brother, I chose to stay in the palace.

I spent most of my time in the palace with Qianqing, keeping him company as he was equally lonely, sharing his loneliness.

We can sit together all day without speaking, and we can understand each other's thoughts with just a glance. I like it this way—quiet and carefree.

The Qiande Hall in Qianqing became my second home.

The reason Zi Mo was chosen from so many children was probably because of Shen Zi Yi. He kept talking about his younger brother, describing Shen Zi Yi as unique. He gestured wildly when he talked about him, and laughed heartily when he talked about him.

Qianqing and I watched him talk about Shen Ziyi in the crowd, watching him elevate an ordinary person to a divine status, and watching him portray a child as his entire life.

Qianqing doesn't understand, and neither do I. I won't talk about my younger brother; there's nothing to say, and there's no need to.

Qianqing had no brothers. During the Crown Prince Rebellion, the late emperor killed a large number of princes, leaving only the Prince of Jian'an and the current Emperor Renguang.

Shen Zimo joined us. Wu Hui disliked him very much. In fact, he disliked all inferior beings, and Zimo was an inferior being in his eyes as well.

He was lonely too, and we were lonely together, sharing our responsibilities in that loneliness.

"Why him!" Wu Hui snapped at Qian Qing.

Qianqing was tolerant of all his subjects and was not harsh on Wuhui. He could tolerate Wuhui's temper, Wuhui's insubordination, and Wuhui's arrogant and wicked personality. Qianqing had the demeanor of an emperor, and it was not difficult to live by his side.

I know, but I'm getting more and more lost. I don't know where I'm headed, I don't look forward to tomorrow's sunrise, I don't want to talk, I don't want to be around people, and I don't want to care about anything else.

I moved out of my parents' courtyard and lived with my grandfather. He didn't pay much attention to me, and I didn't deliberately approach him. As long as I didn't show up, the family almost forgot about me.

Zi Mo arrived, and his talkativeness repeatedly angered Wu Hui. This was a positive sign, at least Wu Hui didn't reject him or treat him like air.

Shut up! I don't want to hear what you're saying!

“I didn’t tell you, I told Sikong.” Zi Mo raised her head, insisting on speaking.

Qianqing smiled, feeling an unpleasant urge to hit him.

I don't care. It's been a long time since I've had someone so talkative around me. Having one more is good too. It makes me feel like we're still young, not mature, not scheming, not shackled. We're just children who need to be loved.

Zi Mo lived the most authentic life because he had a younger brother whom he loved with all his heart. After school, he would run to Huguo Academy. At that time, he never bowed to Qian Qing. At that time, he was the most innocent and simple. At that time, he only talked about Shen Zi Yi.

I've heard so much about you, but I have no interest in going into the details.

I tried to approach Sikong Wu. My mother was happy that I was with him. I stood next to Wu, and he looked at me, and I looked at him.

We would often stare at each other for a long time, and then it would end with him bursting into tears. Zi Mo had deceived everyone. He made me yearn for a younger brother, but it turned out that not all younger brothers could make him miss them like his brother did.

I stopped interfering and didn't disturb their lives. When I came out, my father was standing at the door. He looked at me, his apology and tears so clear.

It's alright, it doesn't matter. I'm no longer likable. You need a child, not a head of the household.

Wu Hui has caused trouble; he killed the Minister of War. Qian Qing and I are speechless.

That's how he is. He's the one who thinks he's right after hitting someone, the most arrogant person in the world. Memorials impeaching him are submitted one after another, but he's not worried, and neither are we. He is Ouyang Wuhui; he has the power of life and death.

Those below are useless people, merely toys for our amusement; those who are useful are just stepping stones for this foundation. It doesn't matter what they are, so why should I care?

Qianqing sent Wuhui to the National Protection Academy. Qianqing cares about the strength of the Ministry of War. He has many pursuits and heavy responsibilities. Compared to me, he has goals and ideals, while I—don't even have goals.

I don't want to be an emperor, I don't want to be remembered for eternity, I don't want to be rich, I don't want to have both fame and fortune. Among so many people, I can hardly find my presence.

Wu Hui is gone, and Zi Mo's words have lost their restraint. Only his younger brother, Shen Ziyi, remains in his ears:

His younger brother went to school today;

His younger brother was naughty today;

His younger brother knocked over the bowl and chopsticks;

His younger brother threw a tantrum;

His younger brother got angry and ignored him.

His younger brother's hair has grown long;

His younger brother calls him "Fourth Brother" instead of "Zi Mo"...

I often think, if Wu Hui hadn't gone to Huguo Academy, if we hadn't gone out that day, if we had all been too busy that day, would the ending have been different?

That day we met Shen Ziyi, a name we had long admired.

He was as dazzling as Su Gu. I don't like this kind of person, or perhaps I envy him a little. I don't go near him, and I don't want to remember that face once belonged to me.

Wu Hui pulled him over, but he was very reluctant, staring at her with displeasure.

Zi Mo's smile was the most genuine.

What caught my attention was his superb ball skills. He advanced proudly, dribbled arrogantly, and ignored Qianqing and Wuhui's defense. He passed the ball accurately and Su Gu shot. It was that simple. He defeated Qianqing and made Wuhui faint with anger.

I didn't regret hitting him, but he actually fought back.

Slightly surprised, having been in a high position for so long, he had forgotten that they would retaliate. How dare a commoner attack Ouyang Wuhui?