Chapter 320 : It’s Not Easy Being the Head of Household 4 (2/2)

“What is Jun Liyou playing at?” The Empress frowned and looked at Jiang Zhi, who was standing below the dais.

The Empress hadn’t liked this daughter of hers much before. But recently, the latter had displayed ability that changed her view.

To have been able to conceal herself for so many years meant she had the potential to achieve great things.

Jiang Zhi was silent. ‘How would I know what she’s playing at?’

The Empress sighed and changed the topic. “How are the preparations for the Heaven’s Ritual?”

“All that’s left is to invite the priest from Mt. Wanyuan.” Jiang Zhi lowered her head, hiding the disdain on her face.

‘They’re just a bunch of conmen. The ancients sure are a superstitious lot.’

“Go invite him personally. You must be respectful!” The Empress was meticulous with her orders.

“Yes.”

“You may leave.” The Empress dismissed her with a wave.

After kneeling and saluting the Empress, Jiang Zhi left the palace.

As she stood atop the stairs to the palace, a cool night breeze blew past, causing goosebumps to pop up on her skin.

She’d already been here for half a year.

‘Time sure does fly.’

Jiang Zhi shook her head and begun heading back to her residence.

Before she had even entered, a human figure dashed out and pounced on her, huffily tugging on her sleeve as he tattled, “Your Grace, you’re finally back! You must side with me on this! Duan Qingyun broke my most favourite hairpin! It was a gift from you; I couldn’t even bear to wear it normally…”

“Your Grace, I didn’t! He’s slandering me!” Duan Qingyun popped out at some point and defended himself.

Jiang Zhi rubbed her temples to relieve the headache that was building up. ‘Just why can’t these two get along properly?’

In the end, she managed to pacify both of them with much effort. As for how she did so? Use your own imagination.

……

While Jiang Zhi was busily preparing for the Heaven’s Ritual, Shi Sheng used various ways and means to torment those boytoys.

Even Dai Yue and Ying Yue felt pity towards them after seeing their miserable appearances.

‘As expected, Her Excellency has no intention of treasuring the fairer sex as always. Wonder what kind of person she’ll take a liking to…’

In the end, someone finally couldn’t take it anymore and raised the matter of leaving.

But how could Shi Sheng be willing to allow them to go? If they left, a second wave would come!

As quoted directly from Shi Sheng:

“You want to leave this residence after entering? Sure! Get out horizontally!”

What was the meaning behind this? Horizontal = lying down dead!

The seven had been utterly terrified. ‘So it wasn’t groundless that the Prime Minister is rumoured to have violent fetishes! Just why did we have to take this mission? Running into a lustful woman is way better than a cruel one!’

“Your Excellency, did you hear?” Ying Yue rushed in from the outside.

“What?” Shi Sheng was currently holding onto a brush and writing some very crooked words onto paper.

She’d been in ancient worlds several times before and had stayed several years there, but her calligraphy…still looked like dog scratchings.

Ying Yue stared at the paper, unable to make out the words that had been written there. She was puzzled. ‘Since when was Her Excellency practising a new calligraphy method?’

Shi Sheng’s expression remained unchanged as she crumpled up the paper and tossed it to the ground.

Ying Yue shifted her gaze. “Didn’t I report that the Ning Princess went to Mt. Wanyuan to invite the Taoist priest for the Heaven’s Ritual?”

“En?” ‘What? Don’t tell me the FL took a liking to him?’

“She somehow managed to offend him and thus failed her mission. None of the people the Empress sent afterwards could invite him either, so Her Majesty has flown into a rage.” Ying Yue swiftly reported.

Shi Sheng drew a turtle on the parchment.

Ying Yue, “…” ‘Your Excellency, are you even listening to me?! Also…what are you drawing…? Your Excellency, just what kind of strange calligraphy style are you practising? How come I can’t recognise anything?’