Chapter 12: The Flower-Picking Thief (1)
Sun Jiaojiao never would have imagined that by just feigning a few tears, she had coaxed her cheap father into going to the old Emperor to annul the marriage...
The main point was, the marriage... was actually annulled?
They truly treated the sovereign's word like a child's game. This old Emperor really didn't have much authority.
Minister Sun returned with a joyful face to report the good news to Sun Jiaojiao. The day the crisis was lifted, Sun Jiaojiao was so happy she did a split in the back garden and nearly threw out her back.
She lamented. It had been too long since she'd danced. She couldn't even do a split anymore?
Regardless, she ordered the maidservants to set up a table of fine wine and food for her in the back garden to celebrate her new lease on life.
As she sat in the garden, idly feeling the light breeze and sipping her wine, feeling utterly content, she kept feeling as though a pair of eyes was staring at her from behind.
Sun Jiaojiao turned her head, only to see the four wooden posts: Xiao Yi, Xiao Er, Xiao San, and Xiao Si.
She turned back, a smile playing on her lips. She thought to herself that Xiao Er, that blockhead... sooner or later, she would train him properly, until he knelt at her skirt and licked her until he was ecstatic.
No rush, no rush. There was plenty of time.
Speaking of which, she had been transmigrated for so long but had only seen the four Bright Guards: Xiao Yi, Xiao Er, Xiao San, and Xiao Si. As for the fourteen Dark Guards in the shadows, she had never seen a single one.
The wine in ancient times was especially good. It didn't seem like much at first, but after drinking a bit more, it started to go to her head. Sun Jiaojiao drank until she was dizzy and tipsy. Feeling her bladder swell, she called for Yu'er to help her go relieve herself.
But she called "Yu'er" several times and saw no trace of the maidservant. Who knew where she had run off to?
This bunch of maidservants. When she didn't need them, they stuck to her like glue. When she actually needed them, they were slacking off?
Sun Jiaojiao squinted, propped herself up on the stone table, and stood. She swayed, taking one wobbly step after another toward the latrine.
Before she had taken two steps, a tall, dark figure suddenly appeared. Dressed in black, with a black mask, he blocked her path.
"Who are you? Did I transmigrate again?"
Perhaps because she was a bit drunk, Sun Jiaojiao tilted her head and asked, half-joking, half-crying.
Who knew that the man in black opposite her would let out a cold snort, as if disdainful of this sheltered, ignorant girl, and say coolly, "A Flower-Picking Thief."
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