Chapter 5: 5.第5章 ：出手不打笑脸人

Fei'er sat before the mirror, gazing at the blurred face within! Suddenly, she felt a sense of great comfort. She hadn't looked closely before, but looking at her now, this Director Xiao wasn't so bad! She was actually quite beautiful; it was just that she appeared a bit plain within this harem that never lacked beauties!

In ancient times, most women wore elaborate hairstyles. From the very first day Fei'er arrived, she had undone her braids and tied her hair loosely behind her back, giving her a somewhat poetic air!

The key wasn't whether she looked good or not, but rather that Fei'er was deathly lazy. She didn't want to spend half the day just doing her hair; wouldn't that be a huge waste? She'd rather save that time to catch up on sleep!

Shuilv closed the doors and windows, instructing

"Miss, please sleep peacefully. Shuilv is staying in the next room. If anything happens, just call out loudly!"

"Mm-mm, go on, I understand!" Fei'er replied with great solemnity, sitting upright in her quilt.

Immediately after, Shuilv stepped out of the room with light, graceful steps. Watching Shuilv's departing figure, Fei'er estimated that Shuilv should have reached her own room by now!

She jumped out of the quilt all at once; she didn't want to sleep so early. In modern time, it was at most around nine o'clock! Thinking about it, the lives of these ancient people were truly miserable—they hadn't even seen an electric light or a television, let alone a mobile phone or a computer.

Nightlife was so dull! Especially for women, staying cooped up at home all day doing embroidery and needlework—it was boring to death. In an instant, Fei'er began to like Xiao Yuan. A woman like this was very special in ancient times! But unfortunately, she just hadn't met the right person!

Or rather, she had loved the wrong person! Of all people to love, she had to like that Muggle-like man, Sima Lingfeng, and even called him the "world's most handsome man." Bah! He wasn't worthy! Fei'er somewhat unconscionciously disparaged Sima Lingfeng again and again.

If Sima Lingfeng could hear the words in Fei'er's heart right now, he would surely burst in with a kitchen knife and chop her, Li Fei'er, into pieces to feed the fish in the lake!

In the massive room, it was empty! Fei'er rested her chin on her hand, staring blankly at the magnificent candlestick!

Sleep? She didn't want to, and she couldn't! But if she didn't sleep, what else could she do? She really wanted to sneak out of the palace to wander around, taste ancient delicacies, and look at ancient handsome men!

Thinking back to when she saw ancient hand-painted scrolls, she used to salivate; those men and women were truly more beautiful than celestial beings! Both men and women were incomparably stunning.

"Sigh!" Fei'er let out a long breath! To go out—heaven knows how much she wanted to go out right now! But the road to going out was always so uncertain. She had long since grown tired of staying in the palace; although the food and drink were good, it was no good if she couldn't wander about freely! She, Li Fei'er, was a little bird yearning for the vast blue sky; how could she be imprisoned in a cage!

Sigh! She was thinking too far ahead! Fei'er rested her chin on her hand, pondering deeply: what should she do? She really couldn't sleep!

"Ah! I've got it! I can sing!"

Fei'er wasn't just talking; she actually started singing! Her singing voice was no joke; it was excellent!

[Note: The text repeats the paragraph "Sigh! She was thinking too far ahead... I can sing!" twice in the original.]

Subsequently, Fei'er began to sing Faye Wong's "Passing Years"!

The beautiful melody, paired with Fei'er's sweet voice, was a magnificent performance! The song drifted through the massive room, that wonderful feeling filling every corner.

The candlelight burned brighter and brighter, illuminating the exquisite and grand room. Upon the ceiling beam, a blurred dark shadow couldn't help but let out a yawn!

She was Feiying, who had been sent to take turns monitoring Fei'er with Lin Zhan!

Feiying felt incredibly depressed! This Empress was truly abnormal. In the middle of the night, when she was dying of sleepiness, who would have the heart to listen to her sing? However, she really did sing well; it was a very special kind of melody!

She increasingly felt that this Empress was strange! Not only did she get up to sing in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, but she also looked quite jubilant, as if that shouldn't be her current state at all!

One must know that tomorrow was the big day for the investiture of the Noble Consort. For her to be this happy at such a time, she was truly a freak!

Feiying frowned in confusion. Hadn't this Empress battered her head in grief over the matter of the Noble Consort's investiture? Logically, she should care deeply about the Emperor, but looking at her current state, it seemed as if tomorrow's event had nothing to do with her!

This was a bit difficult for Feiying! How should she report this to the Emperor? If she told the truth, her master would surely fly into a rage; how could he tolerate his woman not caring about him marrying another woman! She might even be implicated! But if she didn't tell the truth...

After much deliberation, Feiying made up her mind: if the Emperor asked, she would say the Empress spent her days in Luoli Palace in melancholy, washing her face with tears!

Feiying gave herself a great reward.

"I am truly too clever; I can even come up with such an idea."

Then, Feiying faced another dilemma. The Emperor knew that the current Empress had amnesia, but she should still love the Emperor. Seeing the Emperor marry another woman should make her sad, but after observing her for the past few days, this Empress didn't seem to care at all! It seemed she cared more for that little maidservant by her side than for her master!

"I've got it! I'll say the Empress is merely forcing a smile!"

After a bit of planning, Feiying finally came up with a foolproof plan!

Just then, a piercingly cold aura swept in. "Oh no," Feiying thought to herself, her drowsiness instantly swept away by the sudden aura. The newcomer's martial arts were unfathomable; she was no match at all, so it was best to report it. As she left, she couldn't help but break into a cold sweat; this Empress really wasn't a simple person! To attract such an expert, she didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.

Fei'er was still resting her chin on her hand, completely unaware of the impending change!

"Mmph—" Fei'er felt her nose and mouth being covered. She struggled, wanting to curse, but couldn't get the words out! Next, she was thrown heavily into a corner of the bed.

Although the bed was soft, it would be a lie to say it didn't hurt. Fei'er clutched her aching shoulder and said angrily

"Where did you grandson come from, daring to throw me like that? Sneaking in like a thief, you should be tied to a stone and—"

This! Her! Wasn't she the woman who had fought her for that bright pearl in the research institute that day! Could it be that, just like her, she had also transmigrated and brought her along? This was very bad news!

Looking at her ice-cold face, Fei'er didn't dare to act rashly; she couldn't guarantee whether she would be thrown like trash one more time!

"Do you know who I am now?" Her tone carried half coldness and half contempt, with the rest being unreadable emotions.

"Of course I know, how could I not recognize you!" Fei'er gave her a wide, beaming smile.

As the saying goes, "One does not strike a smiling face." It seemed that whether in ancient times or modern times, this saying was very useful! The woman's expression clearly softened a bit, but she still maintained an air of keeping people at a distance.

Fei'er said with a conciliatory smile, "We are fellow countrymen after all, you—"

The woman gave her a faint glance.

"What did you say?"

Her gaze carried a hint of provocation.