Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 360 Egg Tart and Sandwich (3)_1

Chapter 360: Chapter 360 Egg Tart and Sandwich (3)_1

Zhao Yang and Rui Zhu were close friends since childhood, akin to what we call besties in modern language. They had similar personalities and shared the same interests, having been inseparable since they were kids.

From a young age, Zhao Yang knew about Rui Zhu’s feelings for her older brother. She herself was eagerly hoping for this union to happen. Not only would it make her and Rui Zhu sisters-in-law, the Li Family also stood to benefit from her brother’s future prospects.

Such a perfect arrangement, which many people desperately sought for yet could not secure. It was just her stubborn elder brother who refused to comply. He kept stumbling over the same issue - all because of that wily country girl. Her brother was usually good at grasping opportunities, if he was not blinded by that girl, he would certainly have wedded Rui Zhu without hesitation. Empress Mo wouldn’t be so angry and anxious, and she wouldn’t be all worked up too!

Having heard Princess Zhao Yang’s suggestion, Empress Mo let out a cold, derisive laugh.

"How I wish to marry her in and keep her under my watchful eyes to prevent any mischief. Unfortunately, she’s ambitious, insisting on being the legal wife and barring her husband from keeping concubines. Such demands, let alone in our imperial family, would never be accepted in any ordinary wealthy family."

"Since ancient times, men having several wives and concubines is only natural. Even the emperors’ sons-in-law have some. Who is she to disallow it?"

Upon hearing of Cai Wei’s outrageous demands, Zhao Yang grew furious. Her anger escalated as she spoke, eventually leading to a reckless outburst.

"Besides, with her identity as the daughter of a failed scholar, she’s hardly worthy of warming my brother’s bed, let alone aspire to the position of my sister-in-law. It’s simply ridiculous!"

Empress Mo, playing with her blood jade phoenix bracelet, replied in an icy tone, "What’s so ridiculous? Given your brother’s current infatuation with her, who can say what the future holds? For all we know, she may someday occupy the seat as Empress."

"Nonsense! She’s a lowly rustic. How could she... Empress Mo, you must come up with a plan. She mustn’t enter my brother’s mansion. Otherwise, you should send someone to...to..."

Zhao Yang stopped talking, clenched her lips and made a ’kill’ gesture.

Empress Mo fired a sidelong glance at her and replied icily, "You’re so impulsive! Have you thought about this? Right now, she’s the person your brother dotes on most. If she’s really killed by me, won’t your brother bear a grudge against me? He may resent me for this for the rest of his life. It’s not worth damaging our mother-daughter relationship over such a despicable woman. I refuse to do it!"

"So, are we just supposed to stand by while she bewitches my brother and we can’t do anything but get angry?"

Zhao Yang was feeling desperate. She didn’t want to let that despicable woman, who had disrupted her family’s peace, off so easily. As she challenged the authority of the imperial family, she deserved to be punished.

Empress Mo pondered and said, "There is one idea. I believe that your brother’s infatuation with her is because she embodies certain qualities that the well-bred ladies do not possess. Men are always after novelty. He’s used to the conservative style of those aristocratic ladies, so he might have found this country girl intriguing. He thinks she’s the best. But if we put her and those aristocratic young ladies together for a comparison of skills and cultivation, their strengths and weaknesses will naturally show. Your brother is no fool. If he sees her truly deplorable state, he will naturally back off. The question is, how do we find an excuse to bring her into the palace for comparison with those young aristocrats?"

After Empress Mo finished speaking, the mother and daughter fell quiet in contemplation. The Chief Eunuch Yu Xizi, serving at the side, glanced around, dusting the area with his duster, bowing as he said, "Your Highness, in little more than half a month, it would be the 3rd of March. Every year, you invite concubines of the palace, noble ladies of second rank and above, and the young ladies of various families to celebrate the Shangsi Festival. I am wondering if you plan to do it this year too?"