At three years old, I finally comprehended why the emperor didn’t punish me for bullying Jin Mo but instead designated me as his consort. My backing was formidable; my father read imperial memorials and filtered what was shown to the emperor. If he approved, the emperor had little choice but to comply.
What a suffocating position for an emperor! Yet, my father’s influence with his numerous disciples and military power protected our family. Betrothing me to Jin Mo was a strategic move to win my father over.
Although my father remained steadfast, emperors tend to eliminate potential enemies swiftly.
And the best way to eliminate enemies is to pull them into the water, becoming grasshoppers on the same rope.
Understanding this, I bullied Jin Mo more fearlessly. “Okay, stop crying! I’ll take you to see the little white rabbit,” I said. With signs of hesitation, I added, “The little white rabbit is cute, with red eyes and all white, hopping when walking. It has a small mouth and eats vegetable leaves quickly!”
“Then… okay…” Jin Mo sobbed, gradually stopping his crying.
“This, this!” I stood before a large pit filled with flour, waving to him.
“Hm?” Jin Mo curiously peered inside. “There’s nothing here. Just a white pit, what’s there to see?” he pouted.
“Look again, look carefully. I already said the little white rabbit is white. If you don’t look carefully, how can you see it?” I pointed, pushing his little head forward.
Seeing my exasperated expression, he rubbed his eyes, stretched his neck, and leaned forward to look.
Waiting for just this moment!
I quickly turned behind him and gave him a kick—
“Ah—” The loud cry rang out in the rear courtyard of the mansion.
Afterward, in the side hall.
“You—you’re bullying Mo’er again!
Dad held a ruler, angrily slapping the table. With only this precious daughter, he couldn’t bear to punish her, so he was merely going through the motions.
Clearly, his intimidation had no effect. I pulled out my handmade mirror from my treasure bag: “Look for yourself.”
Jin Mo looked at me questioningly, then obediently looked in the mirror. His fair little face was covered in flour, with only his red eyes and two tear tracks visible.
