Chapter 21
“A young person’s promises are the most ruthless, after a while, they will eventually be broken.” After listening to Bo Chi’s words, the Empress was silent for a while and said lightly.
Bo Chi opened her mouth, just about to continue speaking for Yu Zhao, the Empress rubbed her temples, and added with a light smile: “But since he said it, it means that at least now he is sincerely admiring you, and your girl’s heart is completely on him. If you really marry someone else, I’m afraid you’ll end up as a resentful couple.”
“Empress, you are right!” Bo Chi’s spirits lifted, and she hurriedly echoed: “In this life, your daughter will not marry anyone but Yu Zhao!”
“What nonsense are you talking about.” The Empress laughed helplessly, and tapped her forehead: “You are marrying down, not just marrying!”
The two laughed in the hall, and then chatted until noon before separating.
Bo Chi passed by the Imperial Garden on the way back to her palace. Just as she was thinking of going in to pick a few flowers to admire, a male voice suddenly sounded: “This humble official, Ke Hui, greets the Princess.”
Hearing the male lead’s name, Bo Chi was stunned, and subconsciously looked over. She saw a man in court robes on the imperial road not far away, with a smile on his face, and a bit of self-satisfaction in his expression: “The princess is more beautiful than the flowers. This humble official is truly fortunate to be able to meet the princess here.”
Bo Chi frowned, displeased: “Please show some respect, Number One Scholar.”
Ke Hui’s expression froze. He noticed that Bo Chi did not show the shyness and curiosity of a young girl, and his speech became a little faster: “Princess, don’t be angry. This official is just expressing my feelings. To express my admiration for the princess, this official is willing to present a poem on the spot!”
“Ahem.” He cleared his throat, looked at Bo Chi with deep affection in his eyes, and recited intoxicatedly: “Meeting the princess by the Imperial Garden, her beauty surpasses that of sinking fish and falling geese. The spring scenery in the garden is better than the harsh winter, the princess alone surpasses all!”
Bo Chi frowned: “What kind of idiotic thing are you reciting?”
Ke Hui: “?”
Bo Chi came back to her senses a beat later, and as he wished, showed the shyness of a young girl, and said softly: “Sorry, I accidentally said what was in my heart.”
Ke Hui: “…”
The scene was a bit awkward, but fortunately, Bo Chi had thick skin, and said without changing her expression: “As expected of the Number One Scholar, even a casual poem is so excellent. To express my admiration, this princess will reward you…”
Ke Hui’s eyes lit up, greed and anticipation flashing in his eyes.
Bo Chi paused, reluctantly swallowed the ‘a red staff (punishment)’, and changed it to: “Reward you with a graceful exit from the palace.”
Ke Hui: “??”
Seeing the cold and exquisite little princess turn and leave, Ke Hui, who had been waiting for more than half an hour, finally couldn’t hold on, and hurriedly said: “Princess, Princess, wait! This humble official has something to say to the princess!”
Bo Chi didn’t stop walking, and didn’t turn her head: “Thank you, don’t @ me, I don’t want to hear it.” (don’t @ me – slang for “don’t reply to me” or “don’t try to argue with me”)
As a noble and vicious female supporting character, Bo Chi had the confidence to be willful.
It’s just that she didn’t expect that, when she thought it was just a small matter and it was already over, rumors suddenly spread in the capital that ‘the Number One Scholar admires the princess and pursues her in every possible way’, and some people even added fuel to the fire and compiled ‘One Hundred Ways to Marry the Princess’.
Bo Chi was silly but not stupid. She saw traces of someone’s actions in it, but before she could figure out what the other party’s purpose was, Chun Yuan came again with a letter, sneaking it to her.
Bo Chi’s train of thought was interrupted. She opened it and looked at it, wondering: “Didn’t Yu Zhao go to pick up, to do something important? Where did she find the time to invite me out to meet?”
She had the alertness of a herbivore, and immediately suspected: “Could this be someone forging a letter to harm me?”
Chun Yuan was speechless: “But, the Young General personally handed this to me.”
Bo Chi’s imagination ran wild: ´Maybe someone disguised themselves as her?´
Chun Yuan didn’t understand, and said confusedly: “Then, is the princess going or not?”
Bo Chi didn’t hesitate at all, and nodded: “Of course I’m going. Maybe he(she) has something important to tell me. I can’t delay him(her) because of my suspicions. But I’m going, I have to have a backup plan.”
She circled around the hall, but couldn’t find any powerful weapons. In the end, she could only take a sharp hairpin and leave. When she arrived at the small teahouse she had been to before, her eyes were alert, she looked back every three steps, and then knocked on the door and flashed into the private room.
As soon as she entered, she closed the door. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, before she could turn around, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and firmly covered the lower half of her face.
The person didn’t hesitate, and asked hoarsely: “Didn’t you say… Forget it, what is your relationship with Ke Hui now?”
Bo Chi didn’t notice her distress and pause. She was already scared out of her wits when she was pressed against the door. She trembled in fear, and didn’t listen to the person behind her at all. She responded randomly, and her hand reached into her sleeve, closed her eyes, and stabbed backwards.
Her skills were not even worth looking at in Yu Zhao’s eyes.
Yu Zhao grabbed her wrist, and with a slight exertion, made her wrist sore and weak, and the hairpin also fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
“I won’t kill you.” Yu Zhao urgently wanted to know the answer, so much so that her tone was full of threats: “The premise is that you obediently answer my question.”
Bo Chi failed in one move, and became obedient. Yu Zhao’s expression softened slightly, and she asked again: “Why is it that after only a few days, rumors about Ke Hui and you are spreading in the capital? Have you changed your mind and want to marry him?”
At the end, her tone became increasingly cold, as cold as a sharp sword hanging over her neck.
Bo Chi: “Mmm mmm mmm.”
Yu Zhao frowned: “Don’t act cute, speak properly.”
Bo Chi: “Yoo’re moofing my mouf! Wha’ am I ‘posed to say?” (You’re muffling my mouth! What am I supposed to say?)
Yu Zhao half-guessed and half-understood her meaning, was silent for two seconds, and let go of her hand: “Now you—”
Before she could finish speaking, the little smart aleck opened her mouth and shouted: “Chun—”
The reaction of a martial artist was extremely fast, and she instantly covered her lips again.
Considering that this kind of communication not only did not get the most truthful answer, but was interrupted again and again, Yu Zhao finally gave up the idea of coercion and turned Bo Chi around.
Bo Chi was caught off guard and met her gaze. She was stunned for a while, then raised her hand and took the initiative to pull Yu Zhao’s hand down, and said in astonishment: “You, what are you playing at?”
Yu Zhao didn’t answer. Seeing that she was no longer thinking of resisting, she persistently questioned: “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t marry Ke Hui? Then what’s the meaning of the elegant and interesting talk all over the streets? Did Ke Hui really wait for three hours under the scorching sun, and finally waited for you to soften your heart and go to the Imperial Garden to see him?”
Bo Chi: “Huh?”
Yu Zhao was obviously angry. She stared at Bo Chi for a long time, and said word by word: “I can also wait for you, whether it’s three hours, three months, or even three years, I can.”
“In short, you are not allowed to marry him.” Yu Zhao gritted her teeth and said in a stifled voice: “He is not worthy!”
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