The Emperor Father Heard My Thoughts After I Transmigrated into a Book - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The Qi State’s Shadow Guard was divided into two divisions: the Heavenly Stems and the Earthly Branches.

The ten Heavenly Stems were responsible for the emperor’s safety.

The twelve Earthly Branches watched over the imperial princes and princesses.

I ranked fourth, so by rights, I should have had only one Shadow Guard: Maoyue.

Yet now, he had given me an extra one-and one ranked second at that: Choutu.

I had thought he would give Choutu to Sang Luoluo. After all, she was currently occupying the title of “Second Princess.”

But then again-

If my proper Second Imperial Sister hadn’t died young, how would an unrelated girl like her ever have gotten to be the Second Princess?

Not to mention, Sang Luoluo’s title as Second Princess had only been begged for by the Sang Clan after lowering themselves to the dust.

Looking at it that way, my Royal Father had not completely lost his mind after all.

I was a noble Legitimate Princess. Having two Shadow Guards was perfectly reasonable!

That morning, the Imperial Household Department delivered two boxes of gold.

They truly glittered splendidly, unbearably delightful to the eye.

I wiped and admired them for half the day, utterly unable to put them down, before I finally remembered that Royal Father had also given me a hot spring estate in the outskirts of the capital.

So I invited my eldest sister to go soak in the hot springs with me.

The carriage swayed leisurely along the palace road, and my eldest sister and I were deep in lively conversation.

Suddenly, the carriage came to a stop. Outside, the coachman stammered, “Eldest Princess, Fourth Princess, the Second Princess… she…”

I cursed my rotten luck inwardly. Before I could even lose my temper, my eldest sister had already lifted the carriage curtain.

Sang Luoluo stood right in the middle of the palace road, dressed in a pale yellow palace gown.

I rolled my eyes. Who stood smack in the middle of the road like that? Why didn’t the coachman just run her over?

My eldest sister frowned and let out a cold snort.

“A good dog doesn’t block the road. Sang Luoluo, what are you standing there for?”

My eldest sister, Qi Han, had been born when Royal Father was still a prince in Yanyun. Her mother had originally been one of Royal Father’s side consorts, but unfortunately died in childbirth.

Like me, she counted as cannon fodder in the original novel.

At the beginning, she had only appeared a few times, more or less as a tool for creating embarrassment for the female lead.

Qi Han had been raised by Empress Mother’s side since childhood and was extremely close to me. She truly regarded me as her younger sister.

And the reason she looked down on Sang Luoluo so much was also partly because of me.

In the original novel, the female lead plotted against her and had her sent off for a political marriage. She married into the Northern Border and died in that cold, lonely palace.

At that thought, my gaze toward Sang Luoluo gradually darkened.

“Move.”

Tears welled in Sang Luoluo’s eyes. Not only did she refuse to move, she even walked up to me and said in a trembling, pitiful voice, “Fourth Sister, don’t be angry. I… I only came to beg Fourth Sister to forgive me for what happened last time.”

“It was my fault… I caused a rift between you and Royal Father.”

She was crying so mournfully. When she saw me lift the hand holding my silk handkerchief, she thought I was going to wipe her tears for her and revealed a weak, pitiful smile.

“Fourth Sister.”

Smack!

The crisp sound of a slap rang across the palace road. Sang Luoluo clutched her cheek and stared at me in disbelief.

My eldest sister’s eyes shone bright as snow. With great satisfaction, she patted my shoulder.

“Not bad, Qi Xiao Si! I’ve told you before, when dealing with women who pretend to be obedient and clever, just hit them. Why bother giving them face? You finally listened to me for once.”

Sang Luoluo lowered her eyes and bit down hard on her lip. After a long while, she finally said softly, “Fourth Sister, if this slap can help you vent your anger…”

“Sang Luoluo.” My voice abruptly turned cold. “Stop putting on a show here. Royal Father isn’t around.”