Chapter 161
Chapter 161
When Cui’er saw it was time, she pushed open the door to wake the princess.
Unlike the princess, who was usually sleeping soundly, today’s princess seemed different.
For example, she now sat with disheveled hair, clutching her blanket and staring blankly.
“Princess, this servant has come to–”
“No, no, no. Go outside first.” Shengsheng Zhou shook her head like a pellet drum and interrupted.
Cui’er wondered what was wrong with this little ancestor. Turning, she saw a small yellow bird stretching its wings on the perch.
Huh? Where had the parrot gone?
Though curious, Cui’er’s habit of working more and speaking less kept her silent. She merely asked the princess to call later and withdrew.
When the door closed, Shengsheng clutched her head and cursed.
She truly had to thank the heavens. Not only had she dreamed of Fusheng Duan last night, it had been *that* kind of dream!!
Shengsheng clawed at her face and moaned, tugging her hair as she longed to ram her head into a wall.
The sensations had been so real–his warm mouth… Stop, stop! Enough!
Suppressing her increasingly improper thoughts, Shengsheng threw off the blanket and stood.
Damn it. It was time to find a man to relieve her loneliness.
She walked to the mirror in her underclothes, examined herself carefully, and sighed in relief.
Her lips were not swollen. Then it had been a dream.
Pecky stood motionless on the perch and tilted his head. “Chirp?”
Shengsheng cupped and kissed the bird. “Don’t ask, baby. I dreamed about that bastard Fusheng Duan last night.”
Hearing her insult him aloud rather than in her thoughts for the first time left Fusheng somewhat uncomfortable.
But–bastard?
Shengsheng gazed forty-five degrees toward the sky with feigned sorrow and said gravely, “The past cannot be recovered. The days when I was played like a fool are over.”
Fusheng stiffened. He suddenly understood what had felt wrong about her merciless departure.
A bastard. Played like a fool.
Had something unknown to him made Shengsheng believe this?
As when Jierge cursed her, he could not hear her thoughts for some reason, and being kept in the dark drove him mad.
There was absolutely some unknown misunderstanding between them.
He was about to fly to Shengsheng’s shoulder when a sound came from the window. It opened a crack, and a chilly breeze made Shengsheng shudder.
At the same moment, a pale-yellow parrot flew inside, perched intimately on Shengsheng’s shoulder, and rubbed her neck. The tuft on its head bobbed adorably.
Fusheng folded his wings and narrowed hostile eyes at the strange bird usurping his nest. His gaze moved between it and Shengsheng.
Shengsheng: “…” Why did this feel like being caught cheating?
“No, baby, listen to me… This is…”
Afraid Pecky would grow angry and ignore her, Shengsheng hurried forward to coax him. But Pecky abruptly shed his hostility, flew over, and kicked the damned parrot in the face, knocking him down.
The bullied parrot flew away whimpering. *Senior, he scratched me.*
Shengsheng had no attention to spare. She was overwhelmed by favor.
Feeling softness against her neck, she had no idea where to put her hands and feet.
Was this treatment truly something Shengsheng Zhou could receive?
“Pecky, tell me. Did you get a female bird pregnant, abandon her and the egg, then come seek my protection overnight because the furious mother wants to kill you?”
Holding the bird, Shengsheng Zhou spoke with absolute seriousness.
Fusheng Duan: “…”
Thus, Shengsheng received an angry claw to the face.
Wearing a bird’s footprint, she carried Pecky outside with a silly grin while Xiaosui flew beside them, aggrieved.
But once the door closed, Xiaosui’s pitiful expression instantly changed.
Strange. Why did seeing Fusheng trigger instinctive fear?
Something was wrong, he thought.
Suo Luo was nearly frantic. The sun was already high, yet the princess had not risen.
Seeing Shengsheng emerge, Suo Luo rushed over. “Princess! Something happened!”
Shengsheng yawned and scratched her hair. “What is it? Has Yong Kingdom invaded?”
She was joking, but Suo Luo actually froze for a second. “Almost…”
Shengsheng stumbled. “What?”
Ten minutes later.
Without breakfast or lunch, Shengsheng sat in a sedan chair, swept her arm forward, and shouted, “Depart!!!”
Imperial Brother, save me!!!!
In the Eastern Palace, a dark-faced Weiqing Song had just thrown every memorial to the floor when a cry came from outside. “My dear Imperial Brother! Save, save, save your pitiful little sister!”
Weiqing pointed at the door. “Jian Zhang, close it!”
Unfortunately, Jian was too slow. Shengsheng slipped inside like an eel.
The sight of her now made Weiqing’s stomach ache.
Then his gaze found the seemingly inconspicuous bird on her shoulder, and his head began throbbing too.
Me, Siran Ming, and now Fusheng Duan.
Wonderful. Exactly enough for a mahjong table.
Looking at Shengsheng, utterly unaware her disguise had been stripped bare, Weiqing propped up his head and asked weakly, “What happened to Sheng’er?”
Shengsheng hugged his leg and raised her palm-sized face. Her delicate features were full of grief, her voice trembling with tears. “Darling Imperial Brother, can you bear to let Sheng’er marry far away in Yong Kingdom, where everyone and everything is strange?”
Weiqing thought, *Didn’t you thrive there? You even became a stronghold chief.*
But he said kindly, “How is that marrying far away? Yong Kingdom is next door. Whenever Sheng’er misses home, she may return.”
Shengsheng dropped the act and sat on the floor. “Imperial Brother, find a way. Your sister refuses to marry.”
The little yellow bird on her shoulder glanced at Weiqing.
Weiqing did not know whether to laugh or cry. “You are growing arrogant because you know you’re favored.”
Shengsheng nodded. “Yes. Is it difficult to tell?”
“My grassland, my horse–I play however I please. This princess refuses to marry.”
Weiqing stopped teasing her. “Relax. I never intended to let you marry him.”
He had made such a ruthless declaration to Siran. Did he no longer need his dignity?
Heaven knew Weiqing’s expression when a marriage proposal reached Imperial Father’s desk early this morning as Yong Kingdom’s party departed.
“What expression?” Shengsheng asked.
Only then did Weiqing realize he had spoken aloud.
Shengsheng narrowed her eyes. “During those thirty seconds, was Imperial Brother worrying Siran Ming would threaten Zhen Kingdom, or wishing to remain with your sister in the palace year after year?”
Weiqing opened his mouth. “…Perhaps you should marry after all.”