Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 367

[Side Story 2: Little Grass (Part 3)]

Such a leisurely time is something I never imagined. Now it has become a reality like a dream, but not in the place I've been longing for, nor beside the person I've been hoping for the most.

Before I knew it, I had turned to the last page of the book, and the food on my plate was all gone. I picked up a handkerchief to wipe my mouth, and in a daze, I felt like I had become the older sister, a young lady from a wealthy family.

How ironic, I also have my moments of willfulness, and moments when I disregard social norms.

After tidying up her room, I can take a nap. Even if I sleep until she comes back, she'll just make a few harmless grumblings.

I could choose not to listen to her rants. What made me abandon my previous caution? Was it confidence or arrogance?

I haven't practiced martial arts in a long time, nor have I killed anyone in a long time. If this continues, will going back mean death?

Actually, I don't have to go back. I can follow her forever, until she hates me and breaks with her master.

As long as she is there, why should I worry about death, or the unseen bloodshed?

When she lay on top of her master, peeking at Princess Saint Ann, I knew I had made the right choice. When she flirted with her master without restraint, I knew I was about to have a new beginning.

This new beginning was given to me by her, and also bestowed upon me by my master.

"Chouqian, you don't love me anymore!" She pouted, looking at her master with a pitiful and delicate expression. Even though my sister and I spend every day together, I have to admit that such a man can also evoke pity and make the master treat him differently.

Because she had more temperament than her sister, and a pair of daughter's eyes.

"You should take a good look at your own character, yet you still dare to dream of entering the Sikong Mansion."

Princess Saint Anne is right, but it has nothing to do with me. If it weren't for her status, I could take her head tonight.

"You think you can just do whatever you want? Don't you know your own limitations!"

I don't need to weigh myself; how many people who come from the Sikong Mansion can actually weigh themselves? You're the one who should really weigh yourself properly.

"Let go of me!"

The energetic shouts and physical gestures were disrespectful in front of everyone, and also made the master and the young prince of the Shouping Prince's Mansion, who was said to be arrogant, take the blame.

It is because of her eccentricity that I have the leisure I enjoy today; it is because of her indifference that I can do whatever I want here.

I should thank her. In my heart, I will thank her. Sister, do you like it this way? Waking up naturally, not having to worry about other people's challenges, and not having to put a sharp knife under your pillow to sleep.

Sister, is this what you want? To do what you want, to think about random things, and then watch the sun rise and send it back down.

How enchanting it is, it makes me forget where my real home is.

"You really like Chou Qian that much!"

Liking my master? No! I'm a martial artist, not even a guard, how dare I like my master! Besides, I've never thought about this question, never realized that servants have the right to like their masters!

"Little Grass simply admires Young Master's talent."

Everyone in Dongqing admired their master's talent; their master was a figure that instilled fear in everyone.

“You can go find Princess Sheng’an and follow her.” She has a high status and her sister is watching over her. Actually, at the time, I thought that the master wanted to marry Princess Sheng’an, since she had her sister looking after her, and her sister was better than me in every way. Later, I thought, what do I have that makes the master send such a precious person to me for protection?

"From now on, you belong to me."

"Thank you, young master."

From then on, I followed her, until I loved her so much that I was willing to die for her...

I woke up from a nap and suddenly found my master by my bedside. I jerked over, and years of fear made me tremble so much that I dared not move.

Is he alright?

"Reporting to Master, the people from the Sun family who were targeting her have been dealt with."

With the seven top experts from the Sikong Mansion present, who dares to say they can touch her?

The master placed a packet of medicine on the table: "Add it to her soup."

When I looked up, my master was already gone. He was free to come and go as he pleased. I admired him, or rather, my master was our spiritual pillar and the source of pride for all the shadow guards in the Sikong Mansion.

I opened the medicine box; it contained medication for treating fever, but with added fruit flakes.

I smiled and said, "I've overlooked that again. It's been getting cold lately, she must be feeling a bit unwell."

My lord, your intentions are probably not as simple as they seem on the surface. Your concern is not just a hint of helplessness in your actions, but a deep affection planted in your heart...

"Little grass! Come out and greet your grandpa!"

"Xiao Yi!"

"Mom, I was wrong. I shouldn't have shouted. Please don't hit me."

What followed was bound to be chaos and turmoil.

It's not a good time for me to go out. I can make myself a cup of tea and wait until the "war is over" before listening to her listless tantrum.

"Mother, I am your son! You can't mistreat me!"

"Let's see if you dare to be so insolent again!"

"Can't I even call my wife?!"

"Where is your wife? Tell her to come out!"