Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême - Chapitre 372
I think I was crazy for not telling her.
I scratched my head, unable to calm my thoughts for a long time: Why did she kiss her master? What would her master do? Would he take her in, punish her, or kill her?
I'm in a mess; all these tangled worries have twisted into a knot, leaving me nowhere to land.
She skipped and hopped back under the fourth young master's doting gaze. She showed no remorse whatsoever, no intention of repenting for what she had done.
"Smack—Alright, you can go back now." A loving kiss made him smile: "Get some rest, it's court tomorrow morning."
"kindness."
She nodded obediently, skipped away, and the Fourth Young Master just watched her until she went back to her room and turned off the light...
Why does my heart ache? Why can't I remain indifferent to her?
Why did I start to feel jealous? I was jealous of every back I saw standing behind her.
...
"Grass..."
"Sister." If you've asked me to come out because you want to hurt her, I won't help you.
"Master... hasn't eaten for two days."
I looked at my sister with concern. According to the rules, my sister would be punished if our master didn't eat.
I blurted out my worried words: "He...will show mercy..."
My sister was also taken aback, and replied after a moment, "No." My sister's expression turned slightly somber, and not wanting to feel guilty, I didn't dare to speak.
"I'm ready." The sister said it so casually, but who can really be casual when faced with torture? Even those of us who have been through hell are terrified of the tortures, so how could the sister not be afraid?
"elder sister……"
"I have to go now. I came out too late, and there's no one to look after the master."
"Yes." She gracefully departed, like a butterfly or the wind.
...
When I returned to the Shen residence, she was lying on the table, holding a calligraphy brush, idly doodling. Why was there such a huge difference between the two women?
She is like a willow in June, resilient and dancing in the wind. She sees only the faults of others, arrogant and domineering, never complaining about their suffering.
Who's right and who's wrong? What redeeming qualities does she possess that make those people love her? How could someone as beautiful as her lose to a woman like this? Has the world gone mad? (Use her own words to describe her, that would be best.)
Although she was troubled, her troubles seemed to us like she was whining without reason. She would get stuck on trivial matters and wouldn't wake up from her struggles with those little problems until everyone comforted her.
I could tell she had unspoken suffering, but her suffering was so captivating that it made us jealous and so many people envious.
...
She had caused a huge disaster. The madam was furious, the fourth young master was furious, and the young prince of the Shouping Prince's Mansion was furious. How dare someone who overestimated himself dare to make a move on her? He was courting death; he was going to die anyway.
"You can't hit me."
The lady, with a bow slung across her back, exuded a dazzling and heroic aura: "Finally, you've come back..."
I stood by the window, and judging from this intimidating display, I knew how insincere the lady was. How could she possibly be sincere? The young master was her precious treasure; she protected him so much she was afraid someone would steal him, let alone bear to hit him herself. This matter would definitely end inconclusively.
...
Her story has mostly become a legend, and her actions have led to the tragic downfall of corrupt officials. Yes, she was somewhat useful, but that was all she was useful for; she lost her way.
She became even more unscrupulous towards Young Master Su, who was her defeated opponent for so many years.
He didn't actively ask to win, nor did he ask for anything in return. His pleas were still silent and painful. She wouldn't be moved by him, and I don't think she would ever be moved by him in her entire life.
She still bullied him, disregarding his position and the hard work he had put in because of her words.
Young master, how heartless you are! Young master, how cruel you are! Young master, your selfishness is shameful to even the grass!
The phoenix chooses the parasol tree to rest in. Perhaps you are not wrong, but the heart is wrong, it is his heart, his excessive pampering and protection. I think if I were him, I would definitely get her, regardless of the consequences.
But no one has so many "what ifs." They are all afraid. They can't do anything but spoil her. It's a relay of mutual restraint. It's not about taking her away, but about guessing each other's thoughts. And this other party isn't her, but their mutually acknowledged brothers, their own world.
Even my master was timid when facing her again. I pondered this when I had nothing to do:
She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, nor was she a stunning beauty, nor was she a girl from a modest family, nor was she gentle and kind. So what was she? What power blinded so many men...?
She's still sitting there, cross-legged, emptying the sand from her shoes... I'm utterly ignorant...
The young prince of Ouyang's mansion left. She cried terribly that day, hiding in her room and wetting two towels with her tears.
It wasn't that she was heartless; she simply didn't know whether she should have feelings or not. "He's leaving," she choked out.
"kindness."
"You don't understand at all."
I understand you even less once I step out of this door.
"We've been together for so many years."
That's not an excuse; you spend more time with the auntie who sweeps the floor here.
"I think...I think...I need to get out!"