Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 184

"That's how it is." Zi Mo juggled the ball, the arc of which was smoother than Wu Hui's. "My brother said that you have to use skill to kick a ball."

"It's your brother again!"...

Zi Mo is very skilled at juggling the ball, and he has more ways to play than Wu Hui. He can make all sorts of moves with a small ball.

I was so engrossed in watching that Sikong came over to take a look too. Su Gu was watching from the side, and everyone's attention was focused on Zi Mo. Wu Hui had to admit that his skill level was really not that great...

My first meeting with Ziyi was by accident. She was a girl. I knew she was a girl when I was investigating Zimo, but I didn't pay attention to it. It's common for women to be raised by men, and he was born to a concubine, so there was no need to be concerned.

Wu Hui pulled him over, but he objected strongly and was unwilling.

I still didn't pay attention to him. Sometimes we are indeed too arrogant, but there's nothing I can do. Who told me to be an emperor? Who told everyone around me to be arrogant? It's as if if I weren't arrogant, I would lose my status and everything...

[Extra: Qianqing (2)]

I grew to like him more and more, and they often argued about her. Little by little, she entered my life through their narration.

She was very confident, unreasonably confident, while we were quite reserved.

I admire her carefree attitude, and I admire the way she challenges Wu Hui. I think I fell in love with her the first time.

Because she is my dream, and this is what I dream of: being able to let go of everything and be free.

Perhaps my love wasn't strong enough, or perhaps I already knew she wouldn't be mine. I avoided giving her my all, avoided surrendering my heart. I rarely contacted her, resisting the longing in my heart...

"Your Majesty, it's late at night." The attendant served me to bed. She was the only female attendant in the Qiande Palace and the top female palace official in Dongqing. She was dutiful and knew when to advance and retreat, so it was only natural to take her in.

I have no shortage of women around me; she is not the first, nor will she be the last.

I am a philanthropist, though I don't want to admit it, I still have to say I am a philanthropist. I will not fall in love with anyone, nor will I hate anyone. Whether there is any benefit or not is not important. Once a woman enters my harem, she is my woman, and I will try my best to be responsible for her.

My father said: An emperor should not be fickle in love.

It's difficult to be devoted to one's partner when you're in that position; the first empress of the Eastern Qing Dynasty was the daughter of the former Grand Tutor.

I've forgotten what she looked like, but I'll always remember that she was the daughter of the former Grand Tutor.

We weren't even close to marriage. Her death was bizarre, and I didn't pursue it. What was the point? It's obvious; there's no point in investigating.

The person is dead, so let them rest in peace. The life you desire can be found in the high, cold places.

The day she died, the Crown Prince stayed with me all night. Among all the women in the harem, she and Sikong Chun were the most special. If Sikong Chun were not from the Sikong family, I would have treated her the same way I treated the Crown Prince. But she was from the Sikong family, where there are no weaklings. It would be laughable if I were to confide in her.

The maid's smile resembled someone I knew, so when she said she wanted a child, I agreed.

She wept with joy, but I didn't say: "The daughter will stay, but the boy will die."

Fortunately, she gave birth to a daughter, which made our relationship seem close.

Ziyi often makes small moves in court, avoiding my gaze like a mouse. She'll play tricks if I'm not careful. When I'm annoyed, I look at her, and when I'm in a better mood, I continue with state affairs. The more I look at her, the less I feel satisfied without her...

So what? I want to be a wise ruler. I can't let my subjects lose heart, I can't shake the morale of the troops on the border, and I can't offend that Sikong Qian. Since none of that is possible, what's the use of thinking about it? I might as well just live like this. I'll be my emperor, and she can live her life arrogantly.

They wanted to force her into marriage by bringing her into the court. By giving her a male identity, they prevented anyone from gaining power. They watched with pity, and whoever couldn't resist made a move. They would see who would emerge victorious.

But alas—Sikong Qian, who would have thought you'd get involved too! Who would have thought you'd already beaten us to it before we even had a chance!

What else can I do? Give up the throne—I'm not that foolish.

What can Wu Hui do? He mobilized the entire family to fight against Sikong. Could they even win?

What can Zi Mo do? -- He doesn't even need to think about reasoning with his sister!

What can Su Gu do? He can't do anything. He just watches everything with a fantasy that's even more ethereal than mine.

Actually, we're all waiting for an opportunity. Whoever seizes that opportunity will have Ziyi.

It's not about who gives the most and that's who gets it. Do you think Ziyi is the kind of person who would die for love? No! Since that's not the case, it depends on our methods. Whoever can bring themselves to do it, Ziyi will be theirs. Whoever is willing to give up their family, Ziyi will be theirs!

Sometimes I hate her for being like this, and sometimes I'm glad she is, at least I haven't lost all hope...

[Bonus Chapter: Su Gu (Part 1)]

You are like a gentle breeze, blowing away the stagnation of the earth and creating calm ripples.

You were like a bolt of lightning, shaking open the world of water and marshland, and bringing forth the fusion of water and fire.

You are like a poem, captivating talented scholars from all directions and awakening the pastoral songs of the mountains.

You are you, proud you, living in Kyoto with your sword, freely expressing yourself.

You are you, mischievous you, the one to whom all rivers flow, the one who embraces all things.

You are you, cunning and treacherous, hiding in the shadows, watching the seasons change with a smile.

...

You crossed the stars to come here, startling the carefree clouds and wild cranes, and danced a soul-stirring song.

What gave you such a stunning appearance?

What is it that has shaped your charming and graceful character?

What is it that has awakened your tranquil mind?