Bab 79: Si Fuqing: Fine, I'll Remove the Makeup (2)

Si Fuqing appeared entirely unfazed. She sighed, "You know, I once wanted to play the role of an emperor, but now I've realized that the role I'd really like to play is that of the empress dowager."

Yu Xiheng leaned on his elbow, the corners of his eyes hiding a trace of a smile as his imposing aura subtly dissipated. "Oh? And why is that?"

"The empress dowager not only gets served, and they get to lie in bed all day," Si Fuqing said languidly. "They have clothes put on them and are fed without lifting a finger—my dream of a slothful life."

Feng San, who had finally managed to move, snorted in disbelief.

What? That's her reason?

Seemingly struck by a sudden thought, Si Fuqing sat upright. 

She stood up, dashed to the coat rack, rummaged through her hanging bag to retrieve a book, and then scampered back to stand in front of Yu Xiheng.