The Crown Princess Knows a Little Kung Fu - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

However.

A love story destined to be passed down through the ages will always invite the jealousy of those with ulterior motives.

Barely half a year after our wedding, Consort Shu announced that she had a niece by blood.

Naturally beautiful, brilliant beyond compare.

She spent several nights whispering in the emperor’s ear, insisting on stuffing the girl into the Crown Prince’s Residence.

In the main hall.

I stared at this sallow, scrawny young woman who looked as though she had just been dug out of the mud, and fell into deep thought.

First of all, Consort Shu was very good at exaggerating.

Second of all, wasn’t this my delicate little concubine-born sister, Wen Cuiguo?

So she had an aunt in the palace who was an imperial consort. How well she had hidden it.

As usual, I smiled and waved in greeting.

Just like before, she pretended not to see me, looking as though she wished she could stand thirty feet away.

My outstretched hand froze in midair. Awkwardly, I pointed at the scenery in the distance and grabbed a random topic.

“Haha, Cuiguo, look. Those three trees have grown taller again.”

Cuiguo’s eyes filled with embarrassed anger. “I told you, don’t call me by my name in front of outsiders.”

I smiled faintly. “All right, Cuiguo.”

She grew even angrier, her crescent-moon brows shooting upright.

Only after the old maids urged her several times did she reluctantly curtsy to me. “Cuiguo greets the Crown Princess.”

Before I could tell her to rise, she jerked as if she had been electrocuted.

Stepping on her own foot, she stumbled upright and ran off crookedly.

It was just a name.

Was there any need to be that embarrassed?

I didn’t think much of it-until the Crown Prince came over.

He blinked at me with starry eyes, and the first thing out of his mouth was my name. “Cuihua, what are we eating today?”

I was a mess for a long moment.

Looking at the maids around us covering their mouths and laughing, I finally understood what it meant to say something was easy when it wasn’t happening to you.

Through gritted teeth, I said, “Your Highness, stop calling me by my name. Just call me-Crown Princess.”

He nodded obediently. “All right, Cuihua. So what are we eating today?”

Furious, I swiftly changed the subject.

“Never mind that for now. Your Highness, Consort Shu’s niece is here. How should we arrange things for her?”

At the mention of Wen Cuiguo, the eunuch beside the Crown Prince suddenly whispered something in his ear.

It was as though some pressure point in his body had been unlocked. Disgust spread across his face as he muttered nonstop.

“What? She’s concubine-born?

“Damn it. I am allergic to concubine-born children. Can we throw her into the chicken shed out west?

“Oh, heavens. If she accidentally touches my sleeve, I will immediately break into a laser-rain dance. Believe it or not!”

I froze. The maids around us fell silent.

Even the big tree rustling in the autumn wind no longer dared to make a sound.

Presumably, it also knew it was linked to the sound shu and feared it would not escape the fate of being chopped down.

I looked at his dark, brooding face, at a complete loss for words.

A thought suddenly popped into my mind.

The Crown Prince was acting up again. Could it be my fault?

To be honest, I was indeed a woman with a rather tough fate.

Before I married, every man my father arranged for me to meet either suddenly became impotent or broke a leg.

Of course, not one of the ordinary two.

So before I became the Crown Princess, the Imperial Observatory had calculated my and the Crown Prince’s birth charts. Only after they thumped their chests and assured the emperor and empress there would be no problem did the emperor give the final approval.

Thinking about it that way, even if something did go wrong with the Crown Prince, it would be perfectly reasonable for me to make the Imperial Observatory take the blame.

Returning to the present, I calmed myself and tried to communicate with him. “Your Highness, concubine-born daughters are still people. She couldn’t choose her own birth.”

The Crown Prince turned around, his gaze haughty.

“Heh. A concubine-concubine-born girl like her makes my whole body itch with one look.”

I looked blank. “What is a concubine-concubine-born girl?”

The Crown Prince’s expression softened, and he patiently explained.

“It’s very easy to understand. Her mother was also a concubine-born daughter, so she is a concubine-concubine-born daughter.”

Confused, I asked, “But Your Highness, wouldn’t that make two concubine-borns cancel out into legitimacy?”

The Crown Prince frowned and loudly retorted, “What do you mean, cancel out into legitimacy? She is clearly glowing with concubine-bornness!”

Me: “…”

Fine.

It seemed the Crown Prince, having lived in the palace for so long, already hated his huge pack of concubine-born younger brothers and sisters.

By association, he hated my concubine-born younger sister too.

Before I could say much more, the Crown Prince had already ordered Wen Cuiguo thrown into the chicken shed.

I didn’t quite approve of this. I had been thinking we could simply treat her well for a few days, then send her back.

After all, she had a powerful aunt. We still had to keep up appearances.

Who would have thought he would suddenly clutch his head and say it hurt?

He kept muttering under his breath.

“Not good. It’s all that damned concubine-born’s fault. She must have clashed with my fate!”

Seeing this, I could only stabilize him first.

Then call for an imperial physician to see whether the Crown Prince needed to be punished-no, treated.

I pointed at his forehead, trying to change the subject.

“Your Highness, look. What’s caught between your two ears?”

The Crown Prince gazed at me, blinked those huge, glossy, mascara-ad eyes, and said shyly,

“Hehe. It’s my head. My tiny little brain is filled with lots and lots of you.

“Cuihua, your nails have grown long. Shall I trim them for you?”

My smile cracked.