They were both still laughing as they reached ho. Their house seed to be the chosen place for the after party of ihua’s engagent because aside from close relatives, the newly engaged couple, their friends and a few royals had co over.
The ensemble from the engagent had been moved to their garden and they were playing lively music. Su Manchu and Jun Yi were punishing everyone with their singing.
As she went into the house, i i caught a glimpse of the Emperor and Zhenzhen in Mingzhu’s playhouse, snuggling very close. Their relationship was progressing faster than a car on a racing track, seeking a championship win.
Everything they brought was snatched up as if nobody had eaten a thing since morning. Even the last sweet potato in her hands was snatched by Ji Waning and delivered to the Emperor.
"What the hell!" She exclaid. "At least save sothing for ."
Two dogs barked in agreent beside her. They had not eaten any of the goodies as well. Had everyone forgotten that they existed?
Was there no justice for dogs in this world?
ow ow was squeaking as well as she made her way out through the window. Who cared about dogs when her private fruit pantry had been raided?
Who had allowed the house owners to invite all the hungry monsters over? Didn’t they know that it was wrong to take food from a nursing mother?
"Mom...." Jingzhe shouted for his mother as he made his way to the kitchen. "Why do we have so many hungry guests? Everyone is acting like a starving ghost....aaaahhhh....." he broke off, suddenly and his feet ca to a stop because the Empress Mother was sitting on their kitchen counter, eating the very grilled skewers and potatoes he and i i had brought back.
She was not the only royal or noble woman in the kitchen. Even his mother-in-law Chi Lian was inside, drinking papaya milk while eating so of the left over cake from the engagent party.
He turned around and walked away without saying another word, almost colliding with Rong ihua’s mother and Prince Long Feng.
His eyes widened. If the prince was here, so was his son!! And that made him think of Mingzhu. Where was his baby girl?
"i i..." he rushed away, screaming the na as if his hair was on fire.
Unfortunately, he did not make it far because he was caught great grandpa Jun and taken outside to join the ongoing debate a group of old n were having.
anwhile, i i was fighting an unexpected battle against her cat. For so reason, Noodles had decided that hunting her was fun. Perhaps the cat was attracted by the shimring pearls on her dress or the scent of her perfu. She didn’t know why.
For whatever reason, the cat was stalking her as if she was prey. Its pupils were wide and it was wiggling its butt every now and then, preparing to leap at her.
"Its doing that thing again." Mama Chen said as she passed by i i. "I wonder if we all look like at to her now."
Noodles jumped and landed on i i’s foot.
"Unleg you beast!" She shook her right foot.
Noodles hissed.
Mama Chen burst into laughter and did the guests that were coming from the living room.
"Unleg you?" Zhilan questioned.
i i continued shaking her leg. "Yes, unleg. If its your hand, we say unhand so why can’t we say unleg?"
Siping was also among the guests and he had pondered on i i’s use of the word seriously. To what she said, he replied, "Why can’t you say unfoot? Technically, Noodles is not holding on to your leg but foot."
"Will everyone stop butchering their speech?" Taiyuan scread. "And where is the rest of the cake? I didn’t eat any at the party and I haven’t eaten any now. If I don’t eat cake tonight, I am going to be very miserable."
Her friends groaned. A miserable Taiyuan was an unpleasant Taiyuan. She beca a sarcastic testy monster whose every word stung worse than a jab from an needle.
"I will go and check in the kitchen." i i said, resigned to her fate of keeping Taiyuan happy.
Noodles refused to let go of her so she dragged the cat along the floor until they made it to the kitchen.
As she was making entry, her phone received a notification, as did everyone else.
Their eyes lit up and soone outside squealed happily. All night long, they had been waiting to see what the peep star had to say about ihua’s engagent.
Silence reigned everywhere, inside and outside the house. Even the ensemble was not playing their instrunts anymore.
The mighty little peep star: [What is a philosopher?
This is the question that baffled a lot of nobles at heiress Rong ihua and scholar Duan Siping’s engagent. Other questions included: Is it a real job and how much much does it pay?
Dear nobles, a philosopher is not your servant, nor your thousands of yuan an hour therapist. They are not magicians, nor tutors for your children and pets.
I say this because so of you offered our lost philosopher Duan Yang such jobs!!
A philosopher is a professional contemplator or thinker.
They ask questions like: "What is life?" "Do we really exist?" and "Is reality still reality if no one believes in it?" For the simple minded, they ask questions like: "The chicken and the egg, which ca first?" or "If a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it, did it really happen?" "Is milk another form of soup?"
I know, I know, it makes no sense to many of us. After all, do we really care about the questions they ask? I don’t care if the chicken or the egg ca first, I care more about eating them.
But at the end of the day, philosophers are not so useless and so of you might think. They are the reason we have logic, ethics and the occasional existential crisis. They write books which we read when we need to sleep and die before getting to finish. They teach us to understand the world in different pretentious ways and ruin parties with discussions about mortality.
Like Philosopher Duan Yang who bored Viscount Huang to sleep and said sothing to Princess Ruoxi that had the young lady asking three won if she was simply beautiful or unconventionally beautiful.
After a two minute conversation with him, Lady Ma downloaded two novels on immortal cultivation!!
One minute with Lord Li and he spent the night drinking like a thirsty fish!!
Everyone that interacted with him seed to be left with many thoughts on their mind. The philosopher spun through that room, spreading crisis while sipping brandy that may or may not exist.
And that, dear nobles, is the confusing and glamorous existence of a philosopher.
Tomorrow, we will dive into other things that happened at the engagent. The bride to be did tell us to gossip about it.]
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