Chapter 234 Those chest muscles, so beautiful…
In the afternoon, I began conducting interviews. Despite not having eaten breakfast or lunch, I was full of energy and interviewed ten people in a row. I didn't find any particularly satisfactory candidates, which left me somewhat disappointed.
I often ask them questions like, "What are your strengths? Describe them in three words." and "What are your thoughts on women in politics?"
Their answers varied widely: "My strengths are patience, meticulousness, and intelligence." "My strengths are courage, eloquence, and the ability to analyze situations." "I think women who can hold power are all exceptionally capable women." "Women who can hold power are extremely lucky." "How intelligent must a woman be to hold power?"
None of these are the answers I'm satisfied with.
Then the last child walked in. She was about fourteen or fifteen years old. At first, I thought she was a boy because she had a buzz cut and narrow shoulders, making her look like a little boy. But when she spoke, it was a soft, deep woman's voice:
"I don't have many great strengths. The only thing I think I'm good at is adaptability. It's a mistake for women to be in power, but it's the men who made that mistake. If men weren't so bad and useless, how could women possibly be in power? This continent is dominated by men. Men have such great advantages but they haven't made good use of them. Can you blame women? You can only blame men for being useless."
I laughed. "Your point of view is very interesting."
“I’m not just stating opinions, I’m stating facts,” she said firmly.
I suddenly really like her; I like her frankness and her resolute eyes.
"Are you a nobleman?" I asked.
“No, my father was a merchant,” she answered frankly. “My family used to be in the timber business. Later, my father was killed by bandits while transporting goods to the south. The family property was divided between my two uncles, my mother remarried, and my brother and I lived with our maternal grandmother. My grandmother passed away two years ago, my mother died in childbirth five years ago, and my brother was beaten to death in a street fight four months ago.”
I was quite shocked that such a little girl had gone through so much!
"You go back first. I'll let you know if there's any news."
She stood up from the chair briskly, without lingering or saying any polite words, and left directly.
The next day, I notified her and two other girls and two boys to attend the second interview.
I originally planned to select ten people for the second round of interviews, but I ended up selecting only five.
“I will not become the queen here. If you follow me, your chances of advancement will be limited, and your lives will be in danger at any time. As for your salary, it will be the same as that of a regular manager, and it may be suspended in special circumstances,” I said. “Our relationship is a two-way selection. I choose you, and you can choose me. Everyone is free to choose.”
The five children looked at each other in bewilderment.
To my surprise, all five of them were willing to stay in the end.
One of them explained it this way: "There is often war now, and it is already good enough that there is a place to take us in, let alone the royal palace."
"Thank you for your high regard," I said.
But in the end, I only chose two: the girl who dressed like a boy and the gentle and quiet boy.
I can only apologize for the remaining three.
I immediately assigned the two children tasks: to organize all the trade orders, letters, and official documents, arranging them chronologically and then categorizing them by content. "They also had to handwrite a list, briefly listing all the order names, dates, and contents, so it was easy to understand at a glance," I said.
Just as they began their work, Queen Midian's maid came over and said that Queen Midian wished to see me, "Her Highness the Queen has just arrived and is resting in the courtyard."
It was evening, and the last rays of the setting sun illuminated the entire courtyard. Queen Midian sat reclining in a chaise longue, a maidservant fanning her with a feather fan. The windy season was over, and the weather had indeed become warmer.
“I’ve heard a rumor,” Queen Midian said lazily, raising her head to look at me, “that the nobles in the capital are preparing to support Letea’s ascension to the throne.”
I scoffed, "Oh? He's not a pure-blooded noble from the capital, how did he rise to power?"
Although Letea is the son of the previous King of the West, he has no direct blood relation to the Great City.
"Are you stupid? Just marry the daughter of a noble family in the royal city. Their offspring will definitely be the next king of the royal city."
Seeing me standing there motionless, King and Queen Midian laughed and said, "I'm worried about you. After they get married, will there still be a place for you here?"
"Do you have any suggestions?" I asked.
"No," Queen Midian spread her hands, "You figure it out yourself."
Walking alone down the corridor, I felt a headache coming on. Several maids carrying basins of water brushed past me, and a note was slipped into my hand; it was written by King and Queen Midian.
"Work with me to take down Leyteya."
I refused, shaking my head at a maid who turned to look at me. I wasn't that foolish. Killing Letea would eliminate any worries Queen Midian had, as Letea was currently the only one who could potentially challenge her for control of the Western Territory.
Sitting in my study, watching my two assistants bustling about, I spaced out for a long time. The little girl couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"
I smiled wryly and said, "Do you know what it means to be put in a life-or-death situation and then survive?"
Two days later, at midnight, a grand wedding was held in the palace banquet hall. No one else's wedding is held at midnight, but this couple's was.
I was woken up from my bed, and groggily walked through several corridors, yawning as I arrived at the banquet hall.
The banquet hall was already bustling with activity, and the sound of music and drums almost shattered our eardrums.
The groom, Letea, was dressed in fiery red, and the bride, also in fiery red, sat side by side at the highest point of the banquet hall.
King and Queen Midian sat together with a group of high-ranking nobles, laughing heartily.
I was obviously too late; I had already missed the priest's blessing for the newlyweds and only made it to the wedding banquet.
Lethea's lover, Paria, was dancing with a group of dancers, showing no trace of sadness. Paria, his muscular upper body bare and wearing sexy white cropped pants, danced joyfully in the center of the dance floor. Among the group of sexy and beautiful girls, he stood out the most. In layman's terms, he had a great waist and a great bottom; even the beauties couldn't outshine him. His chest was muscular, his waist was beautifully strong, and his buttocks were pert and alluring. He swayed, twisted, and twirled, adding long legs for a split—the power and sexiness of his movements aroused screams, gasps, and laughter from the women.
"A stunningly beautiful enchantress!" I said to a noblewoman beside me.
The lady nodded repeatedly, but upon recognizing me, her smile vanished, and she hurriedly left. I burst into laughter.
After the dance ended, thunderous applause erupted. A new dance began, a social dance, and the nobles flocked to the dance floor.
Suddenly, Paria reached out his hand to me and invited me to dance. I laughed and followed him onto the dance floor, dancing, spinning, and twirling, hugging this person and embracing that person from time to time, laughing so hard I was shaking.
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