Chapter 13

(25) Major Plans for Protecting the Nation (I)

When I arrived at the young marquis's new residence, I sat in my own little room, but I was still uneasy.

At this moment, I finally understood why the young marquis was so obsessed with eating, drinking and having fun every day and not doing his job.

It turned out that it was because I had just overheard his father eager to bring in foreign aid to overthrow the government.

"...We can lure them into the pass, then march south, overturn the existing situation, and choose a new prince."

I was lying outside the old marquis's window and heard these words that made me uneasy.

I sat at the head of my bed, thinking about the relationship between the monarch and his subjects on one side and the relationship between father and son on the other. The young marquis must be caught in the middle and must be in a dilemma.

The more I thought about it, the sadder I became. I couldn't help but recite a poem: "Wordlessly, I ascend the west tower alone, the moon like a hook; the lonely wutong tree in the deep courtyard, locked in the autumn. Unable to cut off, unable to sort out the tangled, is the sorrow of parting, a unique taste in my heart!"

Just when I was feeling sentimental and full of thoughts, I saw the young marquis holding his bamboo cage of crickets and standing at my door looking at me.

"What are you doing, Thirteen?" The young marquis was a little surprised to see me with tears streaming down my face.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. After understanding the young marquis's miserable situation, I felt even more sad.

"Did you catch any new crickets?" the young marquis sat down next to me and asked me.

I burst into tears and shook my head.

"Hey, it's normal not to catch any crickets. Don't cry. At the rate you catch crickets, the cricket family you have caught will become a matriarchal society. It's normal not to catch any." The young marquis patted my shoulder to comfort me.

I guess he probably misunderstood that I didn't catch the cricket and was crying sadly.

I looked at the young marquis's face with tears in my eyes, and felt even sadder.

I also thought about how since I met the young marquis, although he did not intend to protect me, he did protect me many times.

This time, I am determined to help the young marquis!

I took the young marquis's hand and said to him affectionately, "Xiao Gu, I will protect you!"

The young marquis looked at me with disgust and pulled his hand away.

"Who needs your protection? And why do you call me Xiao Gu? You should protect your 5.0 version of the four legs first."

The young marquis said this and left with my four-legged 4.0 version and his original big cricket with four-legged 2.0 version.

I don't care about the appearance of the young marquis who is still in a confused state at the moment, and I am determined to make a plan to protect the young marquis!

At this time, I began to miss the reliable Yunniang again.

If the clever Yunniang were here, she would definitely be able to help the young marquis better.

However, we cannot always rely on others. We still have to rely on ourselves at critical moments.

I have made up my mind to protect the young marquis with my own strength.

Do what you say!

After a night of careful thinking, I began to lay out my plan.

First, I pretended to casually gossip about this with Cui Cui, the street vendor who sells steamed buns there. "I heard the other day that someone was planning to bring in foreign aid to overthrow the government."

When Cui Cui heard this, he got angry.

"Who is so bold? Our current peaceful and prosperous times have been hard-won, yet they dare to attempt to overthrow the government? Damn it! Who is this?"

I gave him a mysterious smile, raised my eyebrows and said, "Secret."

Finally, Cui Cui scolded me severely and walked away angrily with his load on his shoulder.

He cursed me for saying things half-heartedly and shitting only half-heartedly!

What a vicious street vendor selling steamed buns.

However, I am no longer the innocent little girl I used to be.

I estimated the size difference between Cui Cui and me, and felt that I really couldn't beat him.

In this case, we can only take the route of the dove of peace.

So, out of consideration for national justice, I endured Cui Cui's curse that I could only shit halfway.

However, the first step of my plan to protect the country has been achieved.

I will pretend to spread this matter casually so that everyone knows that someone wants to lead troops into the pass.

(26) The Great Plan for Protecting the Nation (I)

I really don’t know whether there are happy people in the world, but at this moment, I feel very unhappy.

At this moment, I don’t know what I should do to fight for my own happiness.

I don’t know how to make myself happier, so I can only do some boring things to pass my time.

I sat dejectedly on the edge of the bed, looking affectionately at the young marquis who was sleeping soundly.

The young marquis slept soundly and comfortably.

Then, I picked up the brush in frustration and gently drew a few strokes on his face.

As a petty person, in order to avenge him for scaring me before, I got up early this morning, sneaked into the young marquis's room, and painted his face early in the morning.

Last night, the young marquis told me that today is the day he will meet the emperor.

Then I have to help him dress up properly.

With this thought in mind, I drew stroke after stroke on the young marquis's face in frustration.

Maybe I used too much ink, the black ink flowed all over his face, and the sleeping little marquis smeared it all over with the back of his hand.

His whole face turned black.

But I still can't be happy.

I pouted and threw the brush on the coffee table beside the young marquis' bed, without feeling the slightest pleasure of having succeeded in a prank.

My chest is filled with only endless sorrow.

I looked sadly at the sleeping black-faced young marquis for a while. He slept like a pig, grunting.

I thought about it and patted him.

"Young Marquis, wake up quickly."

I continued to shake him with sorrow.

Finally woke him up.

The young marquis stared at me blankly, "Why are you in my room?"

Without waiting for me to speak, he wiped his face with the back of his hand, and then looked at the black back of his hand with some surprise.

"Why is it dark?" the young marquis muttered in a low voice.

"You seem to be bleeding black blood from your nose." I said in frustration and calmness.

The young marquis' eyes widened instantly and he began to rub his nose randomly.

"Really, damn it!" He suddenly sat up in bed and started yelling.

"Someone, come and find a doctor, am I going to die..."

I looked at the young marquis's panic and sadness, and started crying too.

"Wow, young marquis, you seem to have been poisoned. Only people who are dying of poisoning will bleed black blood." I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and spoke nonsense.

But my tears were real.

I really want to cry.

Mourning my dead love.

Mourning my lost youth.

Mourning my dead wet nurse.

Mourn the loss of my young master.

Perhaps because he saw that I was crying so exaggeratedly, the young marquis was stunned for a moment, and then he started to cry when he spoke.

"Thirteen, why are you crying so miserably? Am I really going to die? Wuuuuuu, I don't want to die."

I heard the young marquis's tearful voice, and he held his dark hand and said to him, "Young marquis, in my next life, I will continue to love you. I hope you won't forget me."

The more I spoke, the sadder I became, and finally I burst into tears.

It was obvious that the young marquis was frightened by me.

He cried even louder, "Wow, why is no one paying attention to me? Someone come and save me. Where has everyone gone?"

I had already drugged all the servants in his room.

Therefore, it was normal that no one responded to the young marquis's cries.

At this time, the young marquis's door shook.

I stopped crying and looked at the shaking door with the young marquis.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and then we saw one of the young marquis's personal bodyguards lying at the door.

He raised his shaking hands and said to us tremblingly: "Run, there is... there is..."

Then his hand dropped sharply.

"Why did you die?" The young marquis wailed, fell off the bed, and stumbled towards the man.

The man had rolled his eyes.

Of course, I knew in my heart that he was just knocked unconscious by the drug I took, but he was not dead.

But at this moment, I suddenly wanted to perform.

So, I rushed to the young marquis and said to him with tears in my eyes, "Go find the emperor quickly. Only... only the emperor can save you now..."

Then, I pretended to faint.

Not long after, I sat on the ground and watched the young marquis walking away crying and in a disorderly manner.

Apparently, he was about to face the Saint in his new blackface look.

Thinking of this, the frustration in my heart finally dissipated a little.

Sure enough, pranks are the most fun.