Chapter 4: 4.第4章 ：皇上是渣男

Shui Lü was caught between laughter and tears, shaking her head helplessly.

Thinking of it, she couldn't help but feel sentimental. When had her young lady ever suffered such humiliation and abuse? In the past, she wouldn't even glance at food like that, but now!

In the Luo Li Palace, Fei'er spent her days eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, living a life of absolute leisure! Thinking back on the past half month, it had truly been tranquil; that wretched man hadn't made her life miserable every single day as Fei'er had expected.

Shui Lü was worried all day long. Thinking back to the old Luo Li Palace, although her mistress's bad temper was known to everyone, when had it ever been this desolate, with only the two of them, master and servant! It seemed her mistress actually seemed quite satisfied!

Fei'er looked at her slightly plump face in the blurry copper mirror. With a dejected expression, she muttered to herself from time to time

"What should I do? I've gained so much weight!"

She pinched the flesh on her face, her expression filled with immense worry.

At that moment, Shui Lü entered with a face as wilted as an eggplant after a frost, looking utterly miserable.

"Shui Lü, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Fei'er's carefree expression, Shui Lü burst into tears! Fei'er was stunned—what was going on! Who had bullied her? Not being skilled at comforting others, Fei'er immediately became flustered!

"Don't, don't cry! Who bullied you?"

Fei'er picked up a handkerchief, clumsily trying to wipe away her tears! She, Li Fei'er, was most afraid of people crying, especially when such a pure and cute little girl cried in front of her!

Shui Lü ignored her, crying incessantly, as if trying to vent all the grievances she had accumulated over such a long time.

Fei'er watched her cry, at a loss. After an unknown amount of time, Shui Lü finally picked up the handkerchief and wiped the tear stains from her face.

Shui Lü looked up at Fei'er, looking pitiable! Looking at Shui Lü's swollen eyes, Fei'er couldn't help but laugh.

Who would be happy to be laughed at!

"Miss, Shui Lü is feeling sad for you, yet you're laughing at me!"

As she finished speaking, her eyes welled up with mist again. Fei'er broke into a sweat; she couldn't think of a single thing that had been bad about her life this past half month!

"Miss, the Emperor has returned!" Shui Lü's face was filled with anxiety.

Fei'er found it funny

"What does it have to do with me whether he returns or not!" Fei'er said nonchalantly.

She spoke lightly, unaware that the listener was not as relaxed as she was.

"No wonder life has been so pleasant lately, it turns out that wretched..." Before she could finish, Fei'er's mouth was blocked by Shui Lü's soft little hand.

Shui Lü looked anxious.

"Miss, how can you speak of the Emperor like that? If someone hears you..."

Before she could finish, Fei'er pushed Shui Lü away.

"If I say it, I say it. Is he going to drag me out and behead me or something!"

"Miss, you won't be beheaded, but Shui Lü will!"

Looking at Shui Lü's tearful eyes, Fei'er fell silent!

"Alright, alright, I won't call him that in front of others. It's just the two of us here, who would know!"

Having said that, she gave Shui Lü a big smile.

Shui Lü said with a hint of dissatisfaction

"Today is the fourteenth!"

Fei'er turned her head to look at Shui Lü again. Had this girl gone stupid? Her face was full of confusion; what business did the fourteenth have with her, Li Fei'er?

Sensing Fei'er's indifferent expression, Shui Lü grew anxious, her small face turning bright red!

"Miss, how can you forget everything?"

Fei'er was completely in the dark, utterly bewildered!

"Today is the fourteenth, and tomorrow will be the fifteenth!"

Fei'er nodded, unable to figure out what Shui Lü was up to!

"Yes, tomorrow is the fifteenth. I, your young lady, am not a fool. How could I not know such a simple matter as today being the fourteenth and tomorrow being the fifteenth—"

Fei'er suddenly remembered something! The fifteenth? Tomorrow is the fifteenth? She remembered that Xiao Yuan would die by crashing her head against a pillar because she refused to let Sima Lingfeng marry that certain Imperial Consort!

Fei'er had a sudden realization!

Shui Lü was pleasantly surprised; her young lady wasn't stupid after all, she remembered what day tomorrow was!

Fei'er looked at Shui Lü with a face full of difficulty.

"Then, do I have to attend in full formal attire tomorrow?"

Shui Lü saw the ten thousand reasons why Fei'er was unwilling in her heart, but in the end, she could only nod helplessly.

Fei'er slumped into her chair like a deflated ball. Heaven knows how much she wanted to bash her head against something right now! That damn, wretched man—if he wants to marry a Consort, let him, but he has to make his other wife watch! Luckily, she wasn't the real Xiao Yuan!

Watching Fei'er's rapidly changing expressions, Shui Lü was momentarily lost! She had clearly seen Fei'er's immense unwillingness at first, but then, Fei'er's expression had actually gained a few degrees of pity and composure.

Fei'er muttered: "Marrying a wife and having to trouble me... why do you have to trouble me!"

She looked up at Shui Lü and said

"Can I not go?"

"This..."

Shui Lü looked at Fei'er with difficulty.

"Just say I'm sick!" Fei'er said, acting as if she could lie without even blinking.

Shui Lü scanned Fei'er from head to toe; no matter how she looked at her, she didn't look sick at all! What kind of massive illness could one develop in a single night!

"But..."

Fei'er saw the doubt in Shui Lü's heart. Her eyes flashed with a sharp light, though she kept her edge hidden

"This humble person has a clever plan. To know the outcome, one must wait for tomorrow's revelation!" Fei'er put on a heavy, pretentious act.

Shui Lü stared at Fei'er, dumbfounded. She had only bumped her head; if she lost her memory, then so be it! But there was no need for such a massive change! The old Miss had never read poetry or done needlework!

Feeling Shui Lü's strangeness, Fei'er couldn't help but cry out inwardly.

It must have been because the words she just said were too literary. Thinking back, the old Xiao Yuan loved playing with weapons and swords; she must have been a woman who yearned for the freedom of the martial world. How could she be a pampered young lady who was well-read and never left the house?

It seemed she would have to act a bit more convincingly in the future to avoid suspicion!

The night is always so charming! The moon, hidden in the clouds, poked its head out to steal a glance at the world. Meteors came and went occasionally, adding a touch of novelty to the silence of the night. It wasn't very late yet.