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”Sister Hua is right.” Meng Fuyao gasped, as though as she had just been enlightened. After much contemplation, she clapped her hands and continued, ”If there's isn't any other way out, I'll marry your father then! In the capital, he is well known for his promiscuity — Married to 10 of them and all 10 of them is well satisfied. I'll be the 11th one and Sister Hua you would have to call me 'mother'.”

”You — Shameless!” Lady Hua face turned ashen as she flung her sleeves and left.

Meng Fuyao waved her hand lazily. 'What a lack of fighting abilities, how boring.”

But someone behind laughed gently. ”I usually don't get to see Sister Zi and certainly didn't know that you had such a way with your words.”

Meng Fuyao turned back. Below the wistaria was a lady dressed simply, facing her with a perfect smile — edges of her lips were curled up perfectly to 30 degrees, revealing just nice half a row of pearly white teeth. From the angle to the curvature, everything was flawless.

This lady remained calm as she observed and make sense of the situation. She held her composure and smiled at logic times. Her acting abilties would definitely be above average — analysis complete.

”Sister Xue you are very polite. I have always been the type to speak the human language to humans and spew rubbish… to trash.” Meng Fuyao smiled humbly. ”I am not as good as Sister Xue's royal blood; everyone's role model.”

”No matter how great of a role model I am, I will never be able to hold a candle to Sister Zi's glory, being admired by the emperor.” She looked closely at Meng Fuyao's face, making her way closer with mincing, light footsteps. And then, with a wave of a hand, she ordered her maid to give a basket.

”These are all herbs and food to nourish one's body. Sister, your face looks a little pale, please remember to cherish your precious body.”

Meng Fuyao glanced at that basket. Without taking it over, she smiled. ”Thank you for your kindness, Sister. Little An —”

Little An was an eunuch that was transferred over to serve Meng Fuyao under the orders of Xuanyuan Min. Apparently, this Little An had came from an impoverish background and entered the palace at a tender age. A very careful person, though often tired. He silently bowed. ”Sister Xue, your basket is certainly pretty, definitely from the hands of a renowned artisan. I feel bad enough accepting these gifts, how could I still take away your loved basket? Little An, go to my room and take my rattan basket that his majesty has bestowed to me and also bring the Pearl Powder that his majesty for Sister Xue,” Meng Fuyao continued.

”How could I…” Jian Xue's smile froze, though she somehow still managed to maintain her elegance. She took over the basket and left quickly after giving her thanks. In Meng Fuyao eyes, however, Jian Xue had merely fled in panic after her plan was exposed. Meng Fuyao stretched lazily.

Seriously,let's just say that her acting abilities was well-above average but her schemes were too simple. I don't even have to use by brains, just based on the plots from 'War and Beauty' and 'Beyond the Realm of Conscience', I could probably kill off a batch of them. Well, the things weren't posioned but there were poison needles embedded into the basket. If anything were to happen, she could just destroy the basket while no one was paying attention and there would be no evidence left behind after the deed. Not a bad plan, but the acting… was a little lacking. Once the basket was handed over, her gaze changed.

A lot of room for improvement!

Meng Fuyao strolled back. Looking at the pleasant weather with the sun high up in the sky, she decided to ask Little An to fetch some pastries and settle down in the courtyard to contemplate. 'Could it be the things I've gone through and people I've met was a little too amazing? Now this imperial harem game is merely child's play.' And then, she thought about how Zhan Beiye was now piled up with work as a new emperor… recalling Zhan Beiye, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. After seriously thinking about it for half a day, she suddenly realized that she had gone off in a hurry and seem to not have informed him?

That heartless Meng Fuyao thought about it for a while and then decided — serves him right, who asked him to order someone to beat her up?

And then she thought about Wuji's invisible guards. Till today, there were no news from them. Xuanyuan border was certainly hard to trepass and these couple of years, they had merely given a handful of Clearance Medal to a few countries. Those invisible guards were certainly pitiful. Even though they were elites when it comes to assassinating, protecting and searching, but with her lawless entrance to the various different countries, the invisible guards were not able to keep up with her antics either. If Zhangsun Wuji were to know that she had once again shaken off the invisible guards… her butt would probably take the brunt of it.

Ah… thinking of this fellow, she couldn't help but sigh. Using the sesame biscuit, she drew a big circle on the stone table, and then a small circle, and then an even smaller circle, and then a huge firework. BOOM—

Don't ask her what she was doing, she didn't know either. Haven't you heard of the word doodling?

The sesames on the biscuit had now all fallen down and Meng Fuyao wet her finger with a little bit of water to pick up the sesames to eat… hm… I'll eat my troubles away…

Once she finished the sesame on the table, she grabbed another biscuit. Suddenly, she felt that something was wrong — there were initially four biscuits, why are there only two left?

Something dropped down on her head. Meng Fuyao quickly picked it up — a sesame seed. Both War and Beauty and Beyond the Realm of Conscience are popular Hong Kong historical dramas centered around the schemes in the imperial harem.