Chapter 12: 012 It's Too Chaotic

Xiao Zhiyan looked at Ouyang Zimo speechlessly. This idiot couldn't even realize that she had referred to herself as "your mother"... Moreover, this person's level of being spacey had reached an infuriating degree...

"Where did you find such a beautiful girl?" Ouyang Zimo continued to chatter incessantly, but Ye Muqing didn't seem to take his treasonous words to heart at all. He pointed at Xiao Zhiyan and said, "Her? The city says she is a princess sent here for a political marriage; it's only her second day here."

"A princess of the Feng Kingdom? Oh..." Ouyang Zimo nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly jumped up, giving the standing Xiao Zhiyan a great fright. "A princess of the Feng Kingdom sent for a political marriage? Then isn't she your Empress?!" Just as Xiao Zhiyan was about to say this kid had finally caught on, he continued, "You don't even like such a beautiful girl? Forget it, then I'll just have to reluctantly solve this difficulty for you..."

"You... shut up!" Xiao Zhiyan interrupted Ouyang Zimo, unable to endure any more. "Hey classmate, you seem to be overthinking things. I didn't call you here today to be betrothed to you, okay?!"

"Not to be betrothed to me? Then why did you call me? Are you trying to show off that you're getting married? How shameless..." Ouyang Zimo's lack of a brain was truly more than an ordinary person could bear. Xiao Zhiyan rubbed her temples in a headache, while Ye Muqing remained silent as if he had long since grown used to it.

"STOP! Who the hell are you anyway?!" Listening to Ouyang Zimo's prattling in her ear, Xiao Zhiyan finally grew agitated...

"Me? You don't actually know me?" Ouyang Zimo took a step back, jumping high into the air like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, as if Xiao Zhiyan had asked an unacceptable question. "He and I share the same mother." Ouyang Zimo pointed at Ye Muqing. "Don't tell me you didn't even know that?"

"Classmate, I already told you, today is only my second day here, okay?!" Xiao Zhiyan rolled her eyes at Ouyang Zimo, but then she thought of something. "Crap! You said you and the Emperor have the same mother? Then why is your surname Ouyang?!" It made no sense logically, even though everything this person named Ouyang Zimo said was inherently devoid of logic...

"But don't surnames follow the father?" Ouyang Zimo looked at Xiao Zhiyan somewhat confusedly. "My father's surname is Ouyang."

"..." This was all such a mess... Xiao Zhiyan was completely bewildered. Could the Emperor's concubines actually have children with other men? That was a bit too liberal... "Is it that you are older, or the Emperor is older?"

"It's hard for me to answer if you ask it like that. Whether someone is 'bigger' depends on what you're talking about. For example, if it's magnanimity, then I'm definitely bigger, but if you're asking about the palace they live in, then he's definitely bigger..." As expected, Ouyang Zimo delivered an infuriatingly maddening answer, and he seemed to be enjoying himself, showing no intention of stopping the topic. "And if you're asking whose official rank is bigger, then it's even more obvious..."

"I am asking which of you two is older in age..." Xiao Zhiyan was truly on the verge of a breakdown. To think there was actually someone in this world who could misunderstand a question like this...

"Of course my age is older, even though I look a bit younger." Ouyang Zimo seemed quite dissatisfied with Xiao Zhiyan's question. "Have you ever seen an Empress who could still have children with other men?" Ouyang Zimo's gaze and tone were entirely accusing Xiao Zhiyan of being uneducated and lacking common sense...

"In what way do you look younger..." Xiao Zhiyan thought speechlessly to herself. "And I've never seen anyone marry the Emperor as Empress while bringing along a 'baggage' child, okay..."

"Xiao Yan and Zimo get along so well." Ye Muqing, who had been silent on the side, suddenly spoke up. "In this palace, the only one who can get along so harmoniously with Zimo is you, Xiao Yan."

"Huh?" Xiao Zhiyan's mouth hung open as she looked at Ye Muqing in disbelief. "This is called getting along harmoniously?" If this counts, Ouyang Zimo, just how terrible is your character...

"Yes, no one has ever been able to talk to Zimo this much." Ye Muqing seemed to be in a very good mood. "This puts my mind at ease. Xiao Yan, if there is anything you want to do, you can tell Zimo. Zimo can do anything, no matter what it is."

So that's how it is... No wonder. Facing such a completely illogical, spacey youth, even as a modern person, it would be hard to accept, let alone a conservative person from ancient times... Naturally, no one would want to communicate with him... In other words, it's simply that no one *can* communicate with him...

"So you want me to make things~" Ouyang Zimo patted his chest. "As long as you trust me, Ouyang Zimo, I will definitely help you complete it. Of course, the quality of the items cannot be guaranteed!"

"..." Xiao Zhiyan was speechless once again. She had never seen anyone pat their chest so loudly to declare "don't expect too much from me"... "It doesn't matter... as long as what you make is usable..." Facing this spacey youth, Xiao Zhiyan felt she truly had no requirements...