Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 172

He cursed everyone except Zi Mo.

He wasn't actually afraid of Wu Hui; he was more afraid of Zi Mo. He depended on Zi Mo more than anyone else, and he carefully tried to please her. He was confident that Zi Mo would trust him, and he was even more confident that Zi Mo would trust him.

What does he think of Zi Mo? How much does Zi Mo mean to him? Not only do I want to know, but everyone here wants to know. Zi Mo doesn't dare to provoke him, and Zi Mo is also afraid of him: afraid that he will cry, afraid that he will be unhappy, afraid that he will throw a tantrum and not speak. How could Zi Mo blame him? After a few words, Zi Mo's heart was completely devoted to him.

He redirected Zi Mo's anger towards Wu Hui, and easily escaped himself.

I really wish Uncle Zhong were here. If Uncle Zhong were to kill him, I would not stop him. I want to see how arrogant you are after you're dead!

...

These past few days, I haven't gone to see him. I'm so restless that I don't want to see him. I met Princess Sheng'an. I don't even know who I was angry with. When my grandfather told me about it, I nodded as if possessed. And then that woman appeared.

Grandpa was very happy. He waited for me to agree to the marriage, but I didn't say anything. I regretted it, regretted my inexplicable behavior.

After seeing Saint Ann, Green followed Uncle Zhong to the forbidden area, focusing her attention on Saint Ann.

Xiao Cao, however, chose Shen Ziyi.

Little Grass was quiet and not as pretty as Greenie; when she stood behind Greenie, it was easy to overlook her presence.

She appeared in front of Ziyi at just the right time, so coincidentally on the day Sheng'an and I went out.

The crowd formed a circle, and his distinctive shouts could be heard even from outside. Saint Ann squeezed in, and I heard him crying and shouting—how long had it been since I'd heard him speak, how long since I'd heard such arrogant language, how long since I'd seen that vibrant face, how long since I'd heard him call me Ugly Qian, how long since my heart had ever—gone off-key…

"Clown, look how uncooperative they are. How about you follow me?" He clung to me, his eyes relaxed and carefree. He seemed perfectly content! He could live comfortably without anyone by his side!

"Send him back." I don't want to see him; I'm afraid I'll strangle him!

"I didn't realize you had someone else trying to steal your things." He deliberately approached me. Did he take me as Wu Hui or Zi Mo?

I pushed him away, not wanting him to tell false lies, and even less wanting to see his manipulative actions.

Wu Hui pulled him down, but he refused to accept it.

I have no regrets about not letting go; it wasn't easy for him to let go. Was I too late, or had everyone else already made their move?

But just seeing his menacing appearance irritates me; my chaotic and irritating emotions make me want to kill him.

It's not surprising that Ziyi made the knife when Wu Hui handed it to me. There are many suspicious points about him, whether it's his strange words or his outrageous remarks, they are all worthy of suspicion.

But the investigation revealed that he had never met any outsiders, and there was no possibility of him being lost or adopted. He had always grown up this way, always acting strangely. What went wrong? Where did he get so many things? Where did he bring those captivating stories? Where did he copy those policy statements?

I sit in my usual spot at Yaxian Pavilion, drinking tea. I do this often, coming here at a fixed time every month to sit, watch the busy crowd, and think about the person in that spot.

Wu Hui led him in, and seeing that Wu Hui's expression was off, it was obvious that he had caused trouble.

He rubbed against my hand like a cute cat. He was so docile, not talking or causing any trouble, that I forgot he was actually a spirit.

My teacup tipped over. If Tang Hua had this face, would they still fawn over him?

If he can't smile, do they still need to pamper him? I really want to know, put your hand down...

Zi Yi quickly dodged; he was very aware of the danger, as do people who want to die.

I smiled inwardly: Is it because you can't bear to do it?

"Hey. Where are those two women?"

With such an attitude, to have survived until now is truly a blessing.

"Are you unsure which target to target?"

I couldn't be bothered with him: "What brings you here?" If you're here, I'll leave; a quiet environment makes me feel more at ease.

He and Wu Hui were arguing, and Wu Hui, knowing she would lose, still argued with him; his devotion had gone too far. Watching them argue, I wanted to leave.

As soon as he got up, Ziyi's mouth started bleeding, and he burst into tears.

I froze, momentarily forgetting about him. What happened to him? Was he injured? Was he really injured? By Wu Hui's hand? Right in front of me?

Blood dripped onto the ground, a shocking sight. I leaped up and jumped in front of him, eager to know where he was injured.

"Get lost, I don't need your help."

What hurt me wasn't his words, but how quickly he dodged me. When did he ever dodge Wu Hui, when did he ever dodge Zi Mo, and why did he dodge me?

This was the first time I had been rejected since leaving the pass. I was filled with hatred. I hated him for disregarding everything I had worked so hard for, for not caring about others' feelings for his own sake, for his blind arrogance, and for offending the Sikong Mansion.

Watching Wu Hui lead him away, I swear—I will definitely take revenge!

I used the fish he brought to feed the cats.

Shen Ziyi, saying sorry isn't enough when you're wrong!

"Master, Sun Jingli is dead. It was Shen Ziyi who did it."

I raised an eyebrow. He did it? Who told him to do it! Are Zi Mo and Wu Hui dead?! I rushed to the Imperial Clan Court and saw Su Gu in the palace. I felt a slight sense of relief. "Don't worry."

"I know." Su Gu didn't care. All he wanted to do now was kill Zi Yi. He didn't care where he was.

I went out and walked on the street. Why? What's so good about him? Why does everyone spoil him, taking it all for granted?

I suggested to Qianqing that he be appointed to an official position in the imperial court. Isn't he afraid of death? Putting him in the limelight would be exciting. He should die, at someone else's hands, and I will avenge him. But can he really die?

He started a magazine, but no one supported him. He shook my arm, his soft voice sweet and comforting: "Qian--please let me run it."

He acted like a child, being affectionate. It was the first time he had ever acted affectionately towards me, and I suddenly understood why Zi Mo was so infatuated with me, and why Wu Hui spoiled him so much. He was so cute, so heartwarming, and so worthy of being cherished when he was trying to coax me.