The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

The Prime Minister left, and Fei Ge walked out of the main hall. Just then, that wicked girl arrived.

"Setting out the meal"

When Feige arrived at the dining room, the food was served.

That's all: steamed buns, mantou (steamed bread), and porridge.

"Wu Tang, is this how princesses are treated?"

"Master, how could that be? They must have embezzled it."

Feige took a steamed bun, broke it open, and saw that it was filled with vegetables—rotten cabbage. She refused to eat it, stood up, and left.

"Let's go cause some trouble."

"Lead the way to the kitchen."

"Yes,"

Ya Huai walked ahead, with Fei Ge following behind. They quickly rounded an archway and arrived at a courtyard. The courtyard was very clean, and Fei Ge could smell the aroma of meat from afar.

As Feige walked over, she saw those people gnawing on large pork knuckles.

"Go, Master!"

"Is it delicious?" Feige asked with a smile.

When those men heard the sound and saw the princess arrive, they dropped the elbows they were holding.

"What, are you happy to see me so excited?"

"Princess, what brings you to the kitchen?" The kitchen manager came out from inside.

"Can't I come? The entire princess's residence belongs to me."

"Yes, yes, yes, the princess can come." The steward's vest was soaked with sweat.

"What are you feeding me? You're taking my money and giving me rotten vegetable leaves, while you're gnawing on big pork knuckles. How's that? Is it comfortable?"

"Princess, Princess, you've misunderstood. This was from yesterday. It would be a waste to throw it away since we couldn't finish it, so we gave it to them."

"Oh," Fei Ge said with a smile, but that smile made them feel very cold.

"Master, he was farting. It was okay at first, but it got worse and worse. Forget about the big pork knuckle, there wasn't even any meat left. It disappeared in no time."

Feige understood.

"Comer"

A group of people arrived quickly.

"Drag them out and chop them up, then throw them into a mass grave."

"Princess, princess, we were wrong, we were wrong, princess, please spare us!"

Everyone knelt down and cried, and then the person in charge grabbed Feige's legs.

"Take it away, hurry up!"

So, a group of people pulled them away.

Feige held a steamed bun in one hand and a meat pie in the other, eating with great relish, while Ya Huai next to him was drooling.

Feige looked at her, "Want to eat?"

"No, Princess, you can eat," Ya Huai said awkwardly.

"Master, this girl was bad but good. She always protected the princess. Later, when the princess was imprisoned, she went with her. When the princess died, she was also beheaded."

After hearing Wu Tang's words, Fei Ge took out another steamed bun and stuffed it into Ya Huai's hand.

"Eat it"

Ya Huai held the steamed bun, tears streaming down her face.

"Why are you crying? Eat it, it's not poisoned," Feige said with a smile.

Perhaps because I've lived for a very long time, I find these little girls amusing.

"Eat quickly, then get back to work," Feige shouted.

Ya Huai took the steamed bun and started eating it slowly.

Feige is gone.

Ya Huai followed along too.

Feige ate as she walked; Ya Huai was quite something.

Feige was satisfied when they returned to their room quickly.

"That's much better,"

Ya Huai brought in a pot of water and then left.

Soon, Ya Huai came again.

"Princess, someone from the palace has arrived."

Okay, I'll go right away.

We arrived at the reception room, where an old eunuch stood.

"This old servant greets the princess," the old eunuch said in a hoarse voice.

"Rise, sir. What brings you here?"

"Princess, His Majesty summons you to the palace."

"I understand. Father-in-law, you can go ahead now. I'll be there shortly."

"Then this old servant will take his leave."

The old eunuch is gone.

Feige returned to her room, changed into formal attire, and then boarded the princess's carriage and left.

An hour later, we arrived at the palace gate.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Feige asked.

"Princess, the carriage cannot go in," Ya Huai said.

"it is good,"

Feige got off the carriage and went inside; the guards at the city gate didn't stop her.

After walking for an hour and still not arriving, Feige's legs were aching, so she vanished in a flash.

They soon arrived at a main gate, where the old eunuch was waiting.

"Princess, you've arrived!"

"Okay, lead the way."

The old eunuch led the way, with Feige following behind.

“My lord, everyone says the palace is magnificent and splendid, and it’s no exaggeration. Look at your roof, the golden dragons are so impressive, and the green tiles and red walls are so grand and imposing. But my lord, this old emperor is not imposing at all.”

"Who cares? We'll deal with whatever comes our way."

"Go, Master!"

Soon, they arrived at the Imperial Study.

"Shuxian, you've arrived," the old emperor said with a smile when he saw Feige.

"Yes, I'm here," Fei Ge said expressionlessly.

The old emperor glanced at Feige, then sat down.

"What do you want?"

"How old are you this year"

"16"

"It's time to settle down and start a family."

"Then what"

"Her Majesty the Empress has selected a few suitable ones for you; please choose one."

Why did the old emperor intervene in this matter instead of the empress? Because although the original owner of this body had a good temper, she disliked the empress, and her mother's death on the spot was related to the empress.

“Not interested”

How could you say that? A woman should marry when she comes of age.

Feige sat down, drank a glass of water, and said with a smile, "I have no idea."

The old emperor had the eunuch show Feige the portraits. Feige glanced at them and found them all to be bizarre.

Feige stood up. "I've seen it. Is there anything else?"

"Is there anything you like?"

"I didn't see it clearly, I'll go back and look at it carefully."

"Alright, then take it back and have a good look at it," the old emperor said happily.

Feige took the pile of dirt and paper and left.

After leaving the palace gates and getting into the carriage, we were told, "Let's go back."

The coachman drove the carriage away.

Feige let Ya Huai sit down and showed her the portrait.

Do you know these people?

Ya Huai held the portrait and looked at it carefully. After she finished looking at it, her brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?" Feige asked, looking at her.

"Princess, where did these portraits come from?"

"It was given to me by the old emperor. He said the empress had it painted, and he was the one who found me a husband, and I could choose."

When Ya Huai heard this, she was completely upset.

"Princess, these people are all纨绔子弟 (spoiled brats), spending their days playing with chickens and dogs, doing nothing productive. The Empress is trying to harm you. You cannot choose her, you cannot agree to her request."

"I didn't intend to choose either, you can take it back and burn it," Feige said with a smile.

"Yes, Princess," Ya's bad mood improved a bit.

Back at the princess's residence, Feige was tired, so she lay down on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already dark.

Feige started singing, while Ya Huai stood guard outside the door.

"I'm hungry, do you have any food?"

"Yes, the new cook has prepared the food," Ya said with a mischievous smile.

"Okay, I'm hungry. Let's eat, hurry up."

"Yes, Princess."

Ya Huai ran away after saying that.

Feige arrived at the dining room, where Ya Huai brought the food.

"Balloons with alcohol, shredded potatoes, black chicken soup, and a steamed fish."

I took a bite, and thought, "Mmm, delicious!"

Feige finished eating very quickly, leaving nothing behind.

"I'm full and I'm going home. You can go about your business and don't bother me."

"Yes, Princess."

Back in her room, Feige lay down. It was already late, and the moonlight shone through the window, casting a jarring glow on the room.

"Let's go, let's cause some trouble," Fei Ge said, getting out of bed.

There were 13 portraits. Wu Tang pointed the way, and Fei Ge searched for them one by one, then knocked them unconscious and put them in his spatial storage. They quickly arrived at the palace.

"Hehe, Master, what are you planning to do?"