Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 211

At five o'clock in the afternoon, I finally stepped out of my house.

My mother held my hand and insisted on covering my face with a veil.

"Take it off! You can't breathe with it on!" I pulled down the scarf, but my mother put it back on me: "If you move again, I'll chop off your hand!"

Waaah—My father doesn't love me, and my mother doesn't care about me.

Inside the cross alley—

"Qizhi, what did Master mention to you last time..." she asked cautiously.

"I do not wish to marry," came the blunt reply.

"The little man in the clothes is nice." (A pushy sales pitch.)

"Not interested." I won't buy it.

"Qizhi, you should settle down and start a family."

"I haven't thought about it." He lowered his head, unwilling to go on a blind date no matter what his master said. He had never thought about settling down, never. His pursuit was medicine, and his dream was to surpass his master. Marriage was irrelevant to him, at least not in this life.

"How could it be..." The old man wanted to ramble on, but his apprentice wouldn't give him any face.

"If Master has nothing else, I'll go back to my studies."

He got up without any disrespect or dissatisfaction; he simply wanted to go back to his book.

Judging by the time, Madam Mu would be arriving soon. Seeing that he was about to run away, the old man hurriedly called out, "If you see her, you will be able to see Sikong Qian."

The person who heard this turned around, unable to believe it. He couldn't believe that his master would mention Sikong Qian. It was rumored that all the medical techniques for achieving the highest rank in the imperial examinations originated from the Sikong family. His greatest wish in accompanying the Ninth Prince to Dongqing was to meet Sikong Qian. If he could discuss medical techniques with him, he would have no regrets.

"Why?" Who is Sikong? Even the Ninth Prince has to show an invitation before he can see him. Who is this person he is going on a blind date with? How could he have alarmed Young Master Sikong?

Realizing he had misspoke, the old man quickly corrected himself, saying, "She is Sikong's maid. If you meet her, you'll definitely be able to find out information about Sikong."

"No need." He turned around; he wanted to go back to his books, which his master had recently reorganized.

The old man quickly stepped aside and blocked the door: "Qizhi, Sikong's maid is no ordinary person. Moreover, she serves Sikong in preparing medicine, so she must have a lot of medical knowledge."

"Is that so?" She raised her head slightly, seemingly showing some interest.

"Yes, definitely. I've met that girl before. She's well-educated, quiet, lovely, and knowledgeable about medicinal herbs."

"Is that so?" Even if it was true, it was none of his business, and he wanted to go back to his room.

The old man was blocking the door, refusing to let go. His apprentice had left, but now the girl had come to see him! "Qizhi, Sikong once said that whoever marries his maid, he can help answer a question."

"Really!" He raised his head for the first time, very pleased with the benefits of marriage. If he could really meet Young Master Sikong, he wouldn't mind marrying his wife.

Seeing that there was a way, the old man pushed him to sit down again: "Sikong is very fond of this girl because she is knowledgeable in medicine, can identify herbs and medicines, and can diagnose illnesses by observing facial features..." Regardless of whether it is true or not—he praised her first.

Qi Zhi lowered his head again. There was no need to tell him these things; he only wanted to see Young Master Sikong.

...

"Mom! Can I lift up my skirt? It's too long!" I was walking on the floor-length hem of my skirt, unable to move at all. How about I secretly lift it up?

"Take your hand away!"

She immediately put it down, looking at her pitifully, "Mom... I feel uncomfortable everywhere! It's covered on top, covered on the bottom, and covered in the middle, doesn't it let me breathe?!" She scratched her neck, feeling uncomfortable even with a necklace on.

My mother shoved my hands away and glared at me: "Watch your step! Once inside, no loud talking, no kicking the door, no looking down on anyone, no swearing, no crossing your legs, no disrespecting others, no squinting, no..."

I slumped over, glancing up at him: "I'm mute."

Upon hearing this, the mother perked up immediately: "Brilliant! Go inside and pretend you're mute."

Nod. Okay, I'm mute now. I'll speak in ventriloquism—to slander you.

Outside the door, my mother pulled me aside again and nagged: "Remember, you can't walk with a swagger, you can't take a step longer than your foot, you have to cover your mouth when you laugh, you have to eat elegantly, and you have to be dignified in your actions."

I nodded vigorously, nodded repeatedly...

"Alright, let's go in."

I had just lifted my foot when my mother, hands on her hips, yelled, "Can't you have hands?! Push the door open!"

I stared at her blankly. I was innocent! I didn't do anything. I just wanted to go in.

"Put your feet down! Push with your hands!"

She speaks louder than me, what right does she have to lecture me? I glanced at her, obediently raised my hand, and gently pushed the door open.

--squeak--

The slow, gentle sound proved that I was pushing gently.

But...but...but...why did that door fall down? Heaven knows the truth, it's not my fault! I looked at my mother with tears in my eyes, "I didn't do anything."

My mother awkwardly pulled me back, saying, "I don't want you to, but your master's door should be replaced."

Ugh, this is a dilapidated building.

I went inside with my mother without saying a word. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to resist scratching my face, as the gauze on my face felt very itchy.

When the old man saw his mother arrive, he quickly ran out and said, "Madam Mu, please come in quickly. Xiaoyi has grown even more beautiful."

They don't speak, even when you praise them.