Chapter 152
Chapter 152
“Your Highness, the princess is here…”
Jian Zhang pushed open the door and reported to Weiqing Song.
Weiqing’s brush paused. A heavy drop of ink fell, ruining a perfectly good landscape painting.
“Imperial Brother!!” Her voice arrived before she did.
Weiqing set down his brush and wondered why she had come voluntarily.
Could it be because he had replaced every eunuch in Shuanglin Palace?
But was Shengsheng Zhou such a petty person?
Yes. She was.
Seeing the scrolls carried by the attendants behind her, then glancing at Shengsheng’s beaming face, Weiqing suddenly had a bad feeling.
“Imperial Brother, Imperial Mother told me that after all these years, you still refuse to choose a Crown Princess. As your imperial sister, Sheng’er feels deeply pained. Cui’er!”
She swept her sleeve, and Cui’er stepped forward. “Your Highness, these are all young ladies of marriageable age. The princess went to consult Her Majesty the Empress early this morning. Her devotion to Your Highness is evident to the sun and moon.”
Weiqing: “…” There was no need to doubt it. This was absolutely revenge.
Shengsheng continued smiling. When Weiqing did not react, she even frowned in confusion. “What is wrong, Imperial Brother? Why won’t you look at even one? Are these women so hideous that Imperial Brother cannot bear the sight?”
She called him Imperial Brother again and again, smoothly and naturally, her curved eyes lively with a touch of cunning.
Even as his head began to ache, Weiqing could not help feeling bitter.
How had she become his imperial sister?
Standing beside the Crown Prince, Jian silently thought that the princess’s move was truly ruthless.
If His Highness did not refute her and allowed those words to spread, the fathers of these young ladies, all holding important court positions, would certainly grow resentful.
Naturally, none would dare show it openly, but behind the scenes, it would inevitably damage His Highness’s reputation.
Weiqing had naturally thought of this as well. He merely said, “It is not that I cannot bear to look. After growing accustomed to my imperial sister’s immortal beauty and jade-like grace, every other woman pales in my eyes.”
Shengsheng: “…” Impressive. He shoved all the hatred onto me.
She laughed dryly, pulled Cui’er close, and whispered in her ear. Surprise crossed Cui’er’s face before she nodded and walked outside.
While Shengsheng admired the precious objects in his study, Weiqing quietly asked Jian, “What did she just tell that maid?”
Jian pressed his lips together and looked sympathetically at his master. “The princess ordered the maid to inform the Empress Dowager that Your Highness has no intention of marrying a Crown Princess in this lifetime…”
Weiqing: !
Shengsheng toyed with a folding fan inscribed by some renowned master and curled her lips.
*You piece of work~ This princess may not be able to deal with you, but surely Imperial Mother can.*
The little parrot on her shoulder suddenly flew onto her head, its eyes darting toward the man who had silently approached and now stood behind Shengsheng.
Was it his imagination? Why did the man’s eyes seem a little red?
*Senior, is this Weiqing Song, one of the male leads?*
Shengsheng nodded and replaced the fan. *Yes. He looks fairly presentable, doesn’t he?*
Xiaosui replied, *He does, but this presentable male lead is standing behind you and watching you.*
Shengsheng spun around in fright, and her nose abruptly struck the man’s hard chest. Tears instantly flooded her eyes from the pain.
Weiqing was startled as well and held out a hand. “Sheng’er, did that hurt? Let Imperial Brother see.”
Tears swirled in Shengsheng Zhou’s eyes as she glared at him fiercely, leaving Weiqing Song unsure whether to laugh or cry.
He examined the reddened tip of her nose and touched it with a fingertip. “It’s red. Jian Zhang, bring medicine.”
The concern and tenderness filling his warm eyes made Shengsheng freeze.
Had his attitude toward her changed?
He had not been like this just moments ago…
Naturally, Shengsheng had no idea how profoundly hearing the inner voice that had been absent for so long had shaken Weiqing.
Every previous suspicion had been confirmed. The person who had died now stood before him in living flesh.
Weiqing’s heart pounded almost beyond his control, compelling him to follow her back. For once, he found himself at a loss.
Fortunately, Shengsheng had always excelled at breaking atmospheres that made him uncomfortable.
Weiqing dabbed translucent ointment onto his fingertip and gently spread it across Shengsheng’s red nose.
Shengsheng sniffed. The coolness of his finger felt rather pleasant.
“I have never seen this parrot before.” Weiqing glanced casually at the bird that had somehow crept onto his shoulder.
Shengsheng beckoned the parrot back. “This is Xiaosui.”
*I am Xiaosui.* The little parrot proudly puffed out his chest.
Thought entered Weiqing’s eyes. The black-and-white bear from before was gone. Had this bird replaced it?
A-Pang, fast asleep in preparation for hibernation: Who’s spreading rumors? I’m still alive…
Once certain this person was Shengsheng, Weiqing grew even more curious in the face of such an unbelievable miracle. What exactly was she?
Did everyone in her original world possess abilities like these?
Of course, these questions lasted only a moment. The urgent priority was–
He absolutely could not let Fusheng Duan or Siran Ming discover her.
Weiqing rose, accepted the handkerchief offered by a young maid, and casually wiped his fingers. “Sheng’er does not want to choose a husband, correct?”
Shengsheng nodded. “Imperial Brother truly foresees everything.”
*Though that isn’t absolute. If he’s at least five-eleven, has an eight-pack and seven inches, and is ridiculously handsome, I might agree.*
Weiqing: “…” He had been careless.
“Then Imperial Brother will find a way to keep Sheng’er from marrying.” Weiqing smiled with a face full of “gentleness.”
Shengsheng sipped her tea. “But Imperial Father has already refused. What does Imperial Brother plan to do?”
Weiqing stroked her curious head and said softly, “Attend the banquet as usual. This brother has a plan.”
*Why do I have a bad feeling? You scheming bastard, are you plotting against this princess?*
At the familiar insult, Weiqing’s smile deepened. “Does Sheng’er not trust me?”
Shengsheng knocked away the hand still touching her noble head and set down her cup. “Imperial Brother should deal with his own problems first.”
Before Weiqing could react, Shengsheng darted away.
A tearful voice then cried from outside, “Weiqing Song! Are you trying to kill me? How could you do this to me!!”
Weiqing: “…”
He had nearly forgotten. His Imperial Mother was only seconds away from reaching the battlefield…