Chapter 6
Chapter 6
“Isn’t Emperor Huizong of Song the last emperor of the Northern Song in Huaxia history? How could he possibly still be alive, much less send you a painting?!”
“Ancestral spirits manifesting, obviously,” I said. “Huaxia has five thousand years of civilization behind it. A civilization like yours, which hasn’t even lasted five hundred years, wouldn’t understand.”
“Then how do you explain the fact that this painting was previously kept at the Country A Art Museum?”
“Do you even have to think about that? The one you had before was fake, of course.” At that point, I covered my mouth in shock. “How shameless of you! You actually tried to use a lost fake painting to scam us out of our real one!”
“…”
In the museum conference room, I took on an entire crowd of scholars by myself, arguing circles around them until the foreigners were practically hopping mad.
The museum director had been worried I would be cornered into silence by their questions.
But seeing how things had turned out, he was no longer worried at all.
He was even standing in the corner, covering his mouth as he snickered.
I crossed my legs even higher, sprawled across the sofa like a starfish, looking supremely comfortable.
A museum staff member handed me a glass of iced cola. I leaned forward and took a sip, becoming even more relaxed and at ease.
The foreigners fired questions at me like a machine gun for several hours, until at last they had nothing left to ask.
The staff brought them fresh drinks.
The liquid inside was pitch-black and looked like iced Americano.
The foreigners picked up their cups and drained them in one gulp. Then-
“Pfft!”
They all spat it out.
“What is this stuff?!” one of the foreigners asked, his face turning green. “Isn’t this coffee?!”
“Of course not. It’s Guangdong herbal tea.” The young lady who had served the tea smiled sweetly.
“It’s a local specialty from Huaxia. It clears heat, detoxifies, dispels dampness, and reduces internal fire. It’s good for your health!”
The foreigners: “…”
In the end, the foreigners stormed out of the museum.
The leader of the group was clearly so furious he was grinding his teeth, yet he still had to put on a courteous front and bid me farewell.
“Miss Xia, we will be back,” he said.
“All right, all right, hurry up and leave already!” I waved impatiently.
What’s with the whole “I’ll be back” routine? Who do you think you are, Wolffy?
By the time I got home, it was already my usual livestreaming hour.
The moment I started the stream, a million fans instantly flooded into my room.
[Quick, quick, quick! We’ve been waiting forever!]
[Connect with someone! Hurry, hurry, hurry!]
[I’m so curious! Who will you connect with today?!]
As soon as the stream went live, I first connected with Ao Bing, the third prince of the Dragon King of the East Sea.
With utmost sincerity, I advised him not to go near Chentang Pass and to stay far away from a little boy named Nezha.
Otherwise, he would suffer the miserable fate of having his skin flayed and his tendons ripped out. Even after death, he’d have to become a wage slave for life after life, never to rise again for all eternity.
But Ao Bing, that spoiled second-generation rich kid, merely gave a disdainful snort and hung up on me.
Fine, then.
Staring at the pitch-black screen, I sighed.
Let go of the savior complex. Respect other people’s fates.
Next, I connected with Consort Qi.
Consort Qi looked somewhat troubled.
She said that Lü Zhi had only just been brought back from Xiang Yu by Liu Bang, yet she had already been made queen. Her son, Liu Ying, had also been made Crown Prince over Consort Qi’s son, Liu Ruyi.
Consort Qi was deeply favored by Liu Bang, so she felt indignant.
She asked me whether she should continue fighting for his affection, and then help Liu Ruyi seize the position of Crown Prince as well.
I thought about Consort Qi’s historical ending as a human swine and couldn’t help shuddering.
“Girl, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard this saying…” I began faintly.
Consort Qi asked, “What saying?”
“A man’s mouth is a lying ghost.”