Empress Fu Yao [Volume 1] (COMPLETED)✔

Cicada escapes its shell

Meng Fuyao, her head full of golden hairpins, her body decorated with pearls and jade, in an outfit of hole-filled clothes full of hip hop style, frigidly sat next to a certain Zhan named conqueror.

Today, his Royal Highness Zhan was so handsome that it made one boil in anger. Because of his royal dragon robes and golden crown, there was outlined a glowing pressure from his jet black eyes and brows. Most men wearing it would seem gaudy and red, but worn on his body it made one feel a brightness before their eyes, while unwillingly sighing that clothes also depended on the person who wore them. Never would good colors fail to perform on a good body.

The Tai Yuan Emperor Qi Hao's Grand Birthday[1] was today. During noon time at Qingyun Hall the birthday feast started with sixteen seats, with this state's talented officials accompanying to specifically entertain the envoys of the various other states. The Tai Yuan Emperor's health seemed not well, only formally making an appearance at noon. He raised his cup to the various envoys, said a few polite phrases, then got on his sedan chair and left, leaving the rest to continue to enjoy the banquet.

Nemesis was the largest state, and their envoy was the younger brother of the emperor, so they were in the most respected position. And the extraordinary features and manners of Zhan Bei Ye, were naturally the objects of many people's gazes.

Being the female companion of the outstanding Royal Highness Zhan, Meng Fuyao knew that she would definitely have the fortune to be inspected by many. Thus the ginger juiced face, hairpin-filled head, and fishing net outfit all came into battle with her. Every one of her ten fingers each was fitted two rings, and a golden bracelet was on each of her arms, causing her to "ding ding dang dang" the entire journey. She specifically chose face rouge that was a copper apiece at the night market, with the fragrance offensive – wherever she passed by, was wherever sneezes would sound out in a cluster.

Meng Fuyao's fishing net dress was even cooler. A perfectly good purple-accented, hundred-folded golden butterfly gown had each of its butterflies dug out by her, only leaving one butterfly-shaped hole after the other that showed the plain cloth dress underneath.

If she wasn't afraid of being dragged out and beaten by palace guards for desecration of the palace, Meng Fuyao was originally planning to wear her underwear on the outside.

Qingyun Hall's gold and jade glittered, Meng Fuyao was extremely colorful, the facial colors of the various envoys turned purple, and Zhan Bei Ye acted like nothing was wrong.

The moment the emperor left, Meng Fuyao immediately used her hand to beckon at a palace maid. "Waiter!"[2]

"Waiter" was at a loss as to how she should approach this problem. Against the disgusted and shocked stares, Meng Fuyao righteously gave an order. "Bring me cut Xiang fish!"

The whole hall was engulfed in clamor at once, with a stretch of whispers sounding out. Xiang fish was smelly, brined fish, absolutely base and degrading food. Only the lower class commoners and coolies of the Seven States would eat this stuff – anyone with the slightest bit of class would disdain to even speak of this food, let alone at the dignified setting of the Tai Yuan Emperor's birthday banquet.

The faces of the Tai Yuan marshals all turned blue and black staring at Zhan Bei Ye. Placing a cup of wine next to his lips, Zhan Bei Ye drank the whole cup without a pause. Heavily placing down the wine cup, his long brows lifted and his gaze swept out, immediately shooting out a blade-like sharpness. "What are Sirs staring at this prince for? Could it be that the dignified Tai Yuan Empire is unwilling to even serve a piece of Xiang fish to its guests?"

Being swept by Zhan Bei Ye's gaze, the marshals felt like iron wood had struck them, and with a jump of their hearts their backs instantly gathered a layer of cold sweat. Only then did they remember the demonic reputation of that prince who could kill without blinking. It was rumored that the Moluo tribes that bordered his fief were beat scared – even a glance from Zhan Bei Ye could cause them to wet their pants in fear. Today it seemed that the rumors were true as expected, and adding on his harsh tone of voice that sounded especially uncomfortable to the ears, the marshals hurriedly and repeatedly commanded the maids to go out of the palace to purchase that stinky fish.