Stab to Death, I Cannot Have a Weakness - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

When the current emperor swore he would avenge me, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t touched.

But the current emperor was “Xiao Yu.”

And the straight-A desk mate in my memories was “Lu Yu.”

Four years had passed. Even his surname had changed, let alone his heart.

Even after our long-awaited reunion, Xiao Yu’s attitude toward me remained the same.

And yet, I kept feeling like something about him had changed.

Changed into… how should I put it? Something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

But if I put myself in his shoes for a moment, it was understandable.

After transmigrating, even I, a fake prime minister’s legitimate daughter, had been living on thin ice.

How much worse must it have been for him, a fake ruler of the realm?

Not to mention that when we had first transmigrated, we had only been fifteen- or sixteen-year-old high schoolers.

So whenever you feel stressed, why not take a look at Xiao Yu from four years ago-

Dear transmigrator, here is your beginner’s tutorial:

The yellow thing is the dragon robe. The thing in the center is the dragon throne.

All right, beginner’s tutorial over. Now please begin the battle of nine princes for the throne~

Xiao Yu must have been utterly overwhelmed back then. He might even have hidden under his blanket and cried.

At the thought, I shook my head with inexplicable schadenfreude.

And that little shake of my head was a big mistake-

I forgot I wasn’t alone right now.

This morning, as soon as I got up, Xiao Yu had sent people over with a sedan chair to invite me to attend him in the Imperial Study.

Across from me, Xiao Yu paused in the middle of peeling a grape. “You don’t like grapes?”

“Ah, I do, I do.”

“Then why were you shaking your head?”

I answered honestly, “I was wondering how you, a high school student back then, managed to become emperor.”

“By picking up leftovers.”

Xiao Yu was even more honest. “The moment the Late Emperor passed away, my older brothers all came up with the same rotten idea. They each sent men to assassinate the others. In the end, they all died in a single night, leaving me as the only legitimate bloodline. The second I opened my eyes, I was dragged off to hear people shout, ‘Long live Your Majesty.'”

Me: “…”

Me: “Looking at it that way, I still had it worse as the legitimate daughter of a prime minister in a female-oriented novel. I feel like I got ripped off. Why don’t you compensate me with something?”

Just as I was complaining, a eunuch’s announcement came from outside:

“The Director of the Imperial Observatory requests an audience-”

With Xiao Yu’s permission, a man in a black official robe hurried in.

“Come meet him.”

Xiao Yu casually handed me the plate of peeled grapes, then pointed at the man with his other hand.

“This is the Director of the Imperial Observatory and National Preceptor. He knows astronomy above and geography below, and he can cast a pretty good divination too. My dear official, raise your head and meet-”

Only then did the man lift his head, revealing a pair of sleep-deprived dead-fish eyes.

I blurted out, “Holy crap… geography class rep?”

At the sight of me, those dead-fish eyes instantly snapped open into very much alive fish eyes.

“Holy shit, Big Sis?!”