Side Story 2: The Overbearing Princess
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Side Story 2: The Overbearing Princess
At 9:00 AM, in the main hall of the Regent's Palace.
Today is the first day of the month. According to custom, ladies of the third rank or above in the capital must enter the residence to pay their respects to the Regent's wife.
Normally, Tangli would try to avoid such situations if possible, and if she couldn't avoid them, she would pretend to be sick. After all, listening to these old ladies gossip while maintaining a dignified facade was just too tiring.
But today, we have no choice but to meet.
Because Pei Yunjing (wearing a pear-shaped mask) said coldly, "What are you hiding for? On my territory, do you think you can be bullied by a bunch of women?"
...
Inside the hall, a dozen or so noblewomen were sitting and drinking tea.
"Oh dear, I've heard that the princess has become increasingly delicate lately."
A marquis in purple pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "What time is it? They still haven't come out? We elders have been waiting here for ages. They really don't know any manners."
"Shh! Madam Li, watch your words!" someone advised. "The Regent is spoiling her rotten these days, we should..."
Before he could finish speaking...
"Her Highness the Princess has arrived!"
With a maid's announcement, the beaded curtain was suddenly lifted.
The ladies were about to rise and pay their respects when they were all stunned the moment they saw the newcomer.
The legendary "delicate and frail" and "gentle and charming" regent's wife was dressed in a dark green palace gown.
The color was originally very old-fashioned, but on her, it inexplicably exuded a solemn and dignified aura.
She didn't walk with her usual graceful steps, nor did she have her maids help her.
Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and strode in.
His steps were steady and powerful, and the wind he stirred up could blow out the candlelight on both sides, making him look exactly like a general who had just returned from the battlefield.
"..."
Before the ladies could react, they saw "Tangli" walk straight to the head seat.
She lifted the hem of her dress, spread her legs, and sat down with an imposing air!
That posture was bold, domineering, and... extremely manly.
She casually rested one hand on her knee, while the other hand rested on the armrest, her fingers tapping rhythmically.
Those almond-shaped eyes, which should have been full of affection, were now slightly narrowed, shooting out two cold beams of light as they coldly swept over the crowd below.
"hiss--"
The ladies present felt a chill run down their spines, a cold sensation shooting from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.
Is this the princess?
Why does it feel like... I'm possessed by the Regent, that living devil?
"sit."
"Tangli" uttered a single word sparingly, her voice clear and melodious like a woman's, yet her tone was as cold and hard as issuing a military order.
The ladies sat down tremblingly, not daring to breathe.
To ease the awkwardness, the Marquis de Li, who had just been complaining, decided to take the initiative and try to get on her good side.
She took out a handkerchief and pressed it to the corner of her eye, trying to put on a sorrowful expression:
"Your Highness...you don't know how miserable my life is!"
Before Madam Li could speak, tears streamed down her face, her sobs rising and falling in a melodious and dramatic way.
"My lord has recently taken another concubine, and that vixen, taking advantage of her youth, makes me suffer every day... Waaah... I'm so heartbroken... Your Highness, you must stand up for me..."
Pei Yunjing sat in the high seat, looking down at the woman below who had cried so hard her makeup was ruined, and the veins on his forehead throbbed violently twice.
He had never had such a headache dealing with important military and national affairs. Why did he have to be bothered by such petty squabbles and jealousies in the inner quarters?
"Waaah... I don't want to live anymore..." Madam Li was still wailing.
"Bang!"
A loud bang.
"Tangli" slammed his hand on the table, and the fine sandalwood table rattled and clattered under his seemingly slender palm.
The crying stopped abruptly. Tears still clung to Madam Li's cheeks as she let out a startled hiccup: "Huh?"
"Tang Li" leaned forward, her sharp, knife-like eyes fixed on Madam Li.
"Why are you crying?"
He spoke coldly, his voice not loud, but it carried a chilling ferocity:
"I am not dead yet."
"Tangli" looked at Madam Li with disdain, as if she were looking at a piece of trash:
"You can't even control a concubine, yet you have the nerve to come before me and wail? Don't you want to live?"
He casually grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the fruit plate and tossed them onto the table like a projectile:
"Guards, bestow upon him a white silk ribbon."
"Since you don't want to live, I will grant your wish."
"ah--!!!"
Madam Li was so frightened that her eyes rolled back and she fainted very decisively.
The other ladies were trembling with fear, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing desperately: "Your Majesty, please calm your anger! Your Majesty, please calm your anger!"
...
After the farce ended, Pei Yunjing walked out of the main hall with a dark face, intending to go to the back garden for some fresh air.
Unexpectedly, just as they reached the corner of the corridor, a young man reeking of alcohol suddenly staggered and bumped into them.
This is the heir of the Marquis of Huaiyang's household. He came to have dinner with his mother today, but he drank too much and accidentally wandered into the inner courtyard.
"Oh...who is this beauty?"
The drunken prince, his eyes glazed over, saw a woman with a graceful figure and stunning beauty standing before him (though her expression was somewhat fierce), and his lust was instantly aroused.
He didn't recognize her as the Regent's wife, mistaking her for a rather attractive maid or concubine.
"My beauty...don't go..."
The prince chuckled and reached out his lecherous hand to touch "Tang Li's" cheek:
"Play with me for a bit... and I'll make sure you live a life of luxury from now on..."
Just as his dirty hand was about to touch "Tangli's" cheek.
"Tang Li" turned slightly to the side, and her two slender fingers shot out like lightning, precisely grasping the prince's wrist pulse point.
Then, twist it in the opposite direction.
"Crack!"
A sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sound suddenly rang out in the corridor.
"ah--!!!"
The prince let out a bloodcurdling scream, instantly snapping him back to reality. His wrist was bent at an unnatural ninety-degree angle, the pain so intense it felt like his eyes were about to bulge out.
But that's not all.
"Tang Li" remained expressionless. He slowly raised his small foot, clad in an embroidered shoe, and seemingly lightly kicked the prince in the chest.
"roll."
"Bang--!"
The man, weighing over 100 pounds, was sent flying like a tattered sack, traveling a full 30 feet before finally landing on a crooked tree in the garden. His fate remains unknown.
After doing all this, "Tangli" took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the finger that wasn't actually dusty.
He frowned slightly, glanced at the drunkard hanging in the tree, and said in a tone full of disdain and dissatisfaction:
"This body... is too weak."
"The bones weren't even crushed, just broken? You still need to practice."
The maids and guards who were hiding in the shadows were utterly dumbfounded, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.
Is this... is this still the princess who couldn't even open a bottle cap?!
This is simply... a super-strong Barbie!
Meanwhile, in the attic not far away, the real Tangli (wearing Pei Yunjing's disguise) was watching this scene through the crack in the window.
She held a handful of sunflower seeds in her hand, popped one into her mouth with Pei Yunjing's long, strong hand, and looked at the domineering "herself" in them, unable to resist whistling:
"Wow..."
She sighed in a deep, magnetic male voice:
"Although it's my own body, I have to say..."
"Damn, he's so handsome."