Empress Fu Yao [Volume 3]

Sir Li

Huazhou's 'Heaven on Earth Entertainment Club' was established in the city center, and when Meng Fuyao rushed to the opening, there was already a sea of people flooding the entrance to get a clearer look. Much earlier on, she had already ordered for a stage to be installed and had invited beautiful modern dancers from Yaocheng to perform. Tea time snacks were given out as well.

Forced by her environment, Meng Fuyao was a capable chef and had especially learned the making of western cakes in university. Her specialty was egg tarts that instantly melted in one's mouth. These baking techniques were a surefire way of bringing in the money.

Meng Fuyao smiled at the popularity of her cakes as Yao Xun squeezed from within the crowd and babbled, "Why are you just standing there? Get ready to cut the ribbon. And where are the rest?"

"Oh, they have matters to tend to and may arrive later," she explained before following him up the stage. There were two pairs of golden scissors, and as she reached out to grab one, a hand shot out and seized it first.

Startled, Meng Fuyao looked up to see a lad, barely presentable, gazing back at her with a pair of upturned eyes. Crooking her head, she turned to Yao Xun and asked in a low voice, "Who's this foolish man?"

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"Didn't you allow the..." At this point, Yao Xun gulped and then continued, "This is governor-general of Jiangbei, Sir Li. He's come to join in."

"Oh, our shareholder, got it," Meng Fuyao responded and smiled at the unreasonably hostile man before grabbing the other pair of scissors.

However, before she could do so, Sir Li had already tossed it onto the ground.

Meng Fuyao's eyes fell upon the scissors that had almost cut her boots before moving back to the man. "Sir Li?" she greeted smilingly.

Sir Li's nose was pointed toward the sky as he uttered a simple "Hmm."

"Do you need it to trim your nose hair?" She questioned with an innocent smile. "This isn't as good. Use that," she advised, walking to the back hall and retrieving an axe from the weapon rack. Swinging it in her hand, she advertised, "Sturdy and durable."

"Atrocious!" Sir Li raged. "How dare a third-grade fake official talk to me like that?"

"Oh?" Meng Fuyao let out before asking, "And what grade are you? Please let me know so I can act appropriately."

"My father is an actual first-grade governor-general of the court!" He declared. "A hair strand of mine is thicker than your waist, do you understand?

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"Yeah?" Meng Fuyao smiled, extending a hand out quickly to pull a tuft of his hair out.

As he let out a swine-like screech, Meng Fuyao placed the hair tuft before her waist for comparison and shook her head.

"There are about a hundred strands here but why is my waist still thicker? Please be more honest, Sir Li." She patted his shoulder, continuing, "Or perhaps it's your body hair that is thicker? Let's pluck them out and see then. Come on, we must be objective when it comes to Science."

"A rebel, a rebel, a rebel!" Sir Li pressed onto the bald spot, booming, "People have been saying that you act all mighty and inappropriately on your own terms, bullying weak women in Yaocheng. Looks like they were right. Men!"

In the next moment, a huge batch of soldiers emerged, each with a weapon on their back. They even had cuffs ready, a clear indication that they had already been waiting.

"Take this tyrannical, evil and shameless bully away," Sir Li bellowed, pointing at her aggressively.

"Hold him down!"