Imposter Young Master
Chapter 772 - 775: Relying on Luck_1

Chapter 772: Chapter 775: Relying on Luck_1

This time, the venue for the royal selection of Xueji Kingdom’s princess is within the Xueji Royal Palace.

The so-called palace is actually the former Prime Minister’s Official Residence.

After Xueji started implementing a constitutional monarchy, it was converted into a palace.

Although there were suggestions to build a new palace, the new king declined.

The new king felt that Xueji’s finances were tight, so they shouldn’t be lavishing on excesses.

This decision won quite a bit of public sentiment for the new regime.

By the time Yang Fei arrived at the palace, it was almost two-forty.

She had just barely made it in time.

After her identity was verified, Yang Fei was led by the staff to a spacious room and she was taken aback.

So many women!

People from the Federation, Xueji, Skuru, Tominia, and so on;

Asians, Caucasians, Africans...

Yang Fei smacked her lips, "Wow, this is quite the blend."

"Blend of what?" Zhang Miao suddenly walked over and lightly laughed.

"Nothing." Yang Fei suppressed her emotions. Looking at Zhang Miao, who was dressed causally and without make-up, she chuckled, "As expected, Sister Miao, you have no plans to become a princess, right? After all, you’re about to get married."

"Uh.." Zhang Miao didn’t say much. She glanced around the room and added, "But, with that said, there really are a lot of women participating in this selection. At least 200, right?"

"Yeah, with so many people, when will the selection be over if they screened them one by one?" Yang Fei took a careless glance around the room, and was startled, "Huh, isn’t that Anqi? She is also participating in the selection?"

At this moment, Anqi was crouching in a corner, looking very flustered.

"Allen, that little rascal. He actually secretly signed me up!"

"Hi, Anqi." A voice called out at this time.

She raised her head, took a look, and hesitated a bit, "Did Feifei and Sister Miao also come to participate in the selection?"

"Um, we’re just going through the motions." Yang Fei chuckled, "We have no intentions of becoming the queen of Xueji."

"Me neither." Anqi got up, took a look around, and then whispered, "But it’s best not to make such statements. If the new king heard about it, he would definitely think we are making fun of him. If he accuses us of deceiving the king or something, it would be messy."

Yang Fei went cold and stiffly said, "Are there even laws for deceiving the king in modern society?"

"This is a constitutional monarchy, and a very powerful one too. If the Xueji King had concrete evidence, even if he accused us of deceiving him, we would have nothing to counter it." Zhang Miao said lightly.

"In other words, we have to show enthusiasm for the selection while ensuring that we get eliminated." Yang Fei thought for a moment and then weakly said, "So, it’s all about acting, right?"

Zhang Miao laughed softly, "Exactly."

Just then, the announcement sounded in the hall.

"Ladies, due to the large volume of participants, we will conduct an initial screening before the formal interview."

The noisy crowd instantly fell silent. Everyone looked excited yet anxious.

In fact, among these 200 women, apart from a very few like Yang Fei, most girls here aspired to become the queen.

Although no one knew who Xueji’s New King was, the organizer made a clear promise: the New King would not be over twenty-five years of age and he was smart and handsome.

For most girls, he brought to mind the image of a Prince Charming. And to top it all, he was not a prince, but a king!

"In our first round, we will test your luck. Some people might find this ridiculous, but I don’t. No matter what you do, one always needs luck. Be it job hunting, starting a new venture, or even falling in love, everything needs luck," the announcement continued.

"Luck?"

The crowd started to whisper amongst each other.

"Hey, Sister Miao, don’t you think the voice on the radio sounds familiar?" Yang Fei suddenly asked.

"Hm? Does it? I don’t remember." Zhang Miao replied.

"Oh right, Sister Miao doesn’t know Zhao Shanshan."

"Zhao Shanshan? Who?"

Yang Fei thought for a moment, then said, "Zhao Shanshan is a senior from our school, who once tried to provoke Gang. But she failed and was humiliated by Gang. They developed a grudge against each other because of this incident, but for some reason, Zhao Shanshan and Gang got close again later. I have no clue about their actual relationship."

Upon saying this, Yang Fei gritted her teeth, "That jerk Gang, is always a ladies’ man!"

"Hm..." With a contemplative look on her face, Zhang Miao stayed silent, seemingly lost in her thoughts.

"Ahem, please remain quiet," the announcer chimed in through the speakers.

The hall became quiet again.

"There is a lucky draw box at the front of the hall, which contains 200 ping pong balls. The balls are numbered from 1-200. Those who draw a number that is a multiple of 3 can stay," Zhao Shanshan said through the announcement.

Upon hearing this, Anqi laughed bitterly, "3. As a tercer, I really don’t like this number. It gives off a bad feeling."

Yang Fei broke out in a cold sweat, "Miss Anqi is not a tercer. There’s nothing wrong with liking someone. Moreover, out of the 200 balls, the probability of drawing a multiple of 3 is only one-third, it’s not that bad."

"I hope so."

Subsequently, everyone lined up to draw the ping pong balls from the box.

Yang Fei, Zhang Miao, and Anqi stood in a line, with Anqi at the front, followed by Zhang Miao, and Yang Fei at the end.

Their turn came around quickly, and by that time, the results of the previous draws were out.

It matched the probability.

One-third of the people who drew multiples of 3 were overjoyed, while the remaining two-thirds were greatly disappointed.

When it was Anqi’s turn, she took a deep breath, reached in and pulled out a ping-pong ball from the box, looked at the number on it, and laughed bitterly, "99, is 33×3. I still couldn’t escape it."

Next was Zhang Miao.

Zhang Miao looked rather calm. She extended her hand and pulled a ping-pong ball out of the box.

"Wow, you got the basic 3! Lucky girl!" said the hostess who was in charge of the lucky draw box with a smile on her face.

Zhang Miao looked at the prominent ’3’ on the ping-pong ball and sighed softly.

"Miss, please come this way," said another hostess, who was in charge of the reception.

Those who drew multiples of 3 were led into another reception room to wait for their interview.

Those who did not, were ’escorted’ out of the palace, that is, they were eliminated.

Next, it was Yang Fei’s turn.

She took a deep breath and thought to herself, "Buddha, please bless me not to draw a multiple of 3."

"Um, miss, could you speed it up please? There are people lining up behind you," the hostess reminded her.

"Oh, sorry, sorry. I’m praying that I’ll be able to draw a multiple of 3."

After shamelessly saying this, Yang Fei took a deep breath, then fearlessly stretched her hand into the lucky draw box.

She felt a ping pong ball, then slowly pulled it out.

The hostess watched Yang Fei’s every move, her lips twitching a little, and said, "Looking at your face and actions, I’m beginning to feel nervous. I hope you can draw a multiple of 3."

"Hmm." Yang Fei gritted her teeth and pulled out the ball.

Number 38.