Chapter 155
Chapter 155
Hello, everyone. My name is Shengsheng Zhou, currently known as Mosheng Song.
I possess no great talents. At present, I am merely a princess adored by the emperor and empress, with servants attending my every need.
This princess never imagined that after a sparrow flew onto a branch and became a phoenix, one damned banquet would bring me such a terrible crisis!
Now, please listen as my friend A-Yu explains exactly what happened.
“Good heavens, the banquet is about to begin! Where has the princess run off to? Cui’er, weren’t you supposed to watch her?”
Suo Luo paced anxiously before Cui’er.
Cui’er lowered her head. “This servant followed the princess the entire time. I only turned around for an instant, and she suddenly vanished.”
Just as Suo Luo considered reporting the matter to the empress, a messenger eunuch arrived from the Eastern Palace. He told Matron Luo not to worry: the princess was with the Crown Prince, having her makeup applied.
At the words “makeup applied,” Suo Luo and Cui’er exchanged strange looks.
They had prepared the princess’s dress, jewelry, and makeup long ago. Why had she gone specially to the Eastern Palace?
The Eastern Palace.
“Imperial Brother, Sheng’er thought you meant to make me look ugly.”
Shengsheng glanced at the mirror and was nearly blinded by her own beauty.
At some point, Weiqing Song had acquired a folding fan, which he waved idly. His gaze upon Shengsheng held amazement and satisfaction.
“This is exactly right.” He glanced at her smooth left cheek and nodded.
“Everyone must know that Weiqing Song’s sister possesses the beauty of the mortal moon and an immortal from heaven.”
Shengsheng rolled her eyes. “Imperial Brother, you really are afraid I won’t find a husband.”
*A thousand-mile delivery from Mr. Song. I truly have to thank you.*
“Don’t worry, Sheng’er. Did you remember everything I told you?” Weiqing closed the fan, tapped her forehead, and smiled.
Shengsheng regarded him uncertainly. She still thought performing a talent would be better, but his new plan was acceptable–certainly better than that unspeakably tacky fainting act.
She looked at herself in the mirror again and tugged his sleeve. “Imperial Brother, Sheng’er does not understand something.”
Weiqing let her pull him and lowered his eyes. “What is it?”
Shengsheng turned to face him, stared into his eyes, and asked one word at a time, “Imperial Brother, I heard you disliked me before. Why are you so kind to me now?”
Weiqing’s expression did not shift. He drew his sleeve from her hand and patted her head. “Because I dislike playing with idiots.”
Then he chuckled and walked away.
“Before the banquet, I have matters to discuss with Imperial Father. Go over once it begins.”
The protagonist must make the grandest entrance.
That was Weiqing’s stubborn conviction as a man of storybooks.
Shengsheng: “…”
She looked at Xiaosui on the bird perch nearby, which Weiqing had prepared especially for him, and asked in puzzlement, *Did ancient people have the word idiot?*
Xiaosui tilted his head. *Of course.*
Did they? Shengsheng regarded him suspiciously. After all these years here, she had never heard it once.
…
“Noble Consort.” Xunlan Liu looked at the sickly face and frail, willow-like movements, his heart aching fiercely.
“Your Majesty should hurry. Everyone is waiting.” Fusheng Duan replied coldly.
Fusheng was still ill. Though Xunlan felt uncomfortable, he did not want to anger him, so he turned and left.
A man who had once been a dog was different from before after all.
Upon becoming human again, even his heart seemed remade. His desire for Fusheng Duan was no longer as feverish. He still liked him, but no longer wanted to possess him so desperately.
More importantly… perhaps it was his imagination, but something seemed wrong with Fusheng.
He had sensed that the Noble Consort’s purpose in remaining beside him was not simple and sent Ren Xiao to watch him. But his Imperial Mother had beaten the man to death first.
Good heavens. After another furious scolding from Imperial Mother, he abandoned the idea.
Forget it. With Imperial Mother handling everything, he had no need to worry.
He heard that the princess was fairly beautiful. He still lacked an empress. If Zhu Kingdom and Zhen Kingdom formed a marriage alliance–
Ha. Fuck you, Siran Ming.
Far away in Zhu Kingdom, the Empress Dowager sneezed violently three times.
“Empress Dowager, the weather has grown cold. You must take care of yourself.”
Yan Yu sneered. Her useless son must be plotting another way to mooch off his mother.
She had first heard the phrase “mooch off one’s parents” from her lord. She wondered whether his health was all right.
She sighed. How boring. She might as well summon a few men to amuse her.
…
“I hear the Zhen emperor’s youngest daughter was born witless but is exceptionally beautiful. After so many foolish years, this subject doubts she can be very clever. Would Your Majesty consider her? If we form a marriage alliance with Zhen Kingdom…”
Then they would smash that little bastard Xunlan Liu’s skull open!
Siran considered for several moments. The current situation was indeed unfavorable.
If he married the Zhen emperor’s most beloved princess, Zhu Kingdom would become completely isolated.
But the thought of marrying a woman he had never met irritated Siran Ming.
His recently recovered complexion worsened.
“We will discuss this matter later.”
With that, he left the carriage first.
The chancellor behind him shook his head. Forget it. He could not push too hard.
His Majesty had only just recovered enough to walk. He should not think too much…
…
*Senior, what do you think of the three male characters in the book? I would like your advice,* Xiaosui asked sincerely, his dark eyes pure.
Shengsheng Zhou sat cross-legged, reading a storybook she had looted from Weiqing Song’s study.
She spat out a sunflower-seed shell. *They’re all pretty good.*
Xiaosui tilted his head in disbelief. *Really? Specifically?*
After thinking, Shengsheng raised three fingers. *Jian Zhang’s expression management is terrible, but he’s loyal. San Zhang is average-looking and ordinary as a person, but his technical skills are excellent, so he’s useful. Then there’s Li Su. He’s handsome, but I’m not good at dealing with his type. Oh, right–he’s a good City Lord.*
Xiaosui: *…Those aren’t the three I meant.*
Forget it. Her reaction made it obvious she did not want to answer.
He might as well give the story a title.
*Shengsheng Zhou and Her Three Flaws.*
When he fell silent, Shengsheng immersed herself in the storybook again and secretly sighed in relief.
Of course she knew which three Xiaosui meant, but she truly could not answer.
The answer would probably require three days and nights of cursing. She was now a noble princess who combined beauty and wisdom.
How could she casually curse them in an entire essay?