Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 206

Saint Anne is heartbroken; I feel like vomiting blood.

Chou Qian turned to look at me: "Is there something you need?"

"Yes." I sat on my chair and looked in front of them: "Little Grass is getting married."

Saint Ann was unhappy.

Chouqian straightened my legs, which were straddling the chair: "It's about getting married, not taking a husband."

"Pretty much." I took the opportunity to hug him: "Don't you like grass?" As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a sharp glint in my eye.

"Little Grass? Your maid."

I nodded.

"Tell me when the date is set, and I'll send you a gift."

That's ruthless. "Kid, you can't waste so many women. With me included, you'll have top-quality ones in your hands."

Chou Qian slightly complained: "I only have one woman."

One? I looked down and picked at my toenails. It wasn't me.

Chouqian bent down, picked up my boots that I had taken off, and put them back on. I deliberately showed him my feet and smiled gently, "I didn't wash them yesterday." Hehe.

Saint Anne nearly tore the silk scarf in her hand to shreds. The intensity of her glare at me skyrocketed.

Damn it, you're an eyesore! Why are you born so superior, even though we're both women?! I'm just a weed. If I were you, I'd be the Princess of Yinshan, wielding countless handsome men, and turning the world's weeds into dust.

I pinched Chou Qian's ear and said earnestly, "Qianqian, when you marry a woman, you must marry one who is talented, beautiful, virtuous, and kind. As for those who are two-faced, we can discard them if we can, and if we can't, we can keep them as concubines. Xiao Cao's personality is also good. Why don't you consider keeping her at home for now?"

"She cannot enter the Sikong Mansion." Saint An's tiger tail revealed.

I laughed heartily, but Chou Qian remained unmoved.

"Whether she enters the Sikong Mansion or not is none of the princess's business." He placed Chouqian's hand on my leg: "Squeeze, you twisted it just now." Always remember to discipline your man. Only then will a woman be happy.

Seeing this, Saint An nearly roared like a lioness. Enraged, Saint An disregarded royal etiquette and, like a village woman on the street, pointed at my nose and berated me. "Lord Shen, you've gone too far!"

Chouqian didn't say anything, he just served me. I patted his head and said, "Good boy, you're really something."

"Shen Ziyi! Take your hand away."

I looked up at Saint Anne, my face almost contorted in shock: "Does the princess also have a say in my hand?"

"You! -- You are not worthy to approach the Prime Minister!" A woman who doesn't even use profanity when angry has quite good manners, but unfortunately I don't know how to appreciate it.

"If I bully him, do you feel sorry for him, or do you feel the pain in your heart?"

Upon hearing this, Saint Ann's face flushed red, and she angrily jumped up and down at me. "Leave right now!"

"No." You're so hot-tempered, yet you dare to yell at me? Go and become Wu Hui's disciple, then come back when you're ready.

"This princess commands you."

Even Qian Qing's help was useless. I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and hummed a tune. If only a few more men could massage my shoulders and warm my hands, it would be perfect.

"You! -- You're simply --!"

I switched legs to Chou Qian and said, "Just a reminder to the princess, this is the Prime Minister's residence, not the Jian'an Prince's residence." Enough of the nonsense. I'm going to close my eyes and take a nap. My mind is too tired from thinking about transvestites these past two days. I need a rest—I'm going to sleep.

"I will definitely sue my brother, the Emperor!"

I'm turning over. Quiet down, I need to go to bed.

"Someone come here."

"What are your orders, Master?" Uncle Zhong arrived quickly, probably having been eavesdropping outside.

“Send Princess Sheng'an back.”

"yes."

"This princess is not leaving."

Don't go, don't go, let's watch our love last. "Qianqian, hug, sleepy."

Chouqian wrapped his arms around me, patted my back, and coaxed me to sleep—I like obedient men, like this kind of obedient man.

"Shen Ziyi! Sikong is mine!" The tigress, enraged and embarrassed, blurted out her words, asserting her dominance.

I carefully positioned myself and nuzzled against Chou Qian's neck: "Qianqian, let's go back to our room."

"good."

[The Beauty's Smile: Chapter Eighty-Three]

"Shen Ziyi, I, the princess, have the Emperor dismiss you from your post."

"Go ahead, I don't care." Without my official position, I'll just dote on men all the time, haha!

Chouqian picked me up and left.

Chouqian threw me onto the bed—literally, threw me—saying, "That's enough."

The three stones remained flat. I rubbed my bottom; it hurt from the fall. "Did I really marry Little Grass off to that person?"