Chapter 8 The Tiger’s Ladder
My father handed over his military authority.
The Emperor was so pleased he could hardly close his mouth.
He stepped down from the high throne and came close to me.
"Cui Qingyi, I watched you grow up."
"I already regard you as half a daughter. How about this—I will grant you one request."
Hmph.
After all these years.
In the end he was just afraid my father would rely on his troops to rebel.
Now that my father had given up both military power and title, the Emperor was overjoyed.
My mother was right.
All emperors under heaven were the same.
I stared at the tips of my shoes. I didn't dare climb the ladder he was offering. "Your Majesty, this subject daughter has no requests."
The Emperor laughed even harder.
He showed me my father's memorial.
"Your father is complaining about me. He says I arranged a marriage for you without consulting him."
"It's also because my three sons are so useless."
Not entirely useless.
It's just that princes tend to have a few character flaws.
Take the First Prince, for example...
Wait?
Not arranged for whom?
Before my mind could catch up, the Emperor had already stomped back to his throne.
"How dare Cui Qingyi's father promise my long-arranged daughter-in-law to someone else? He's not afraid I'll charge him with deceiving the monarch!"
See.
Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger.
Luckily I reacted quickly and dropped to my knees in a panic.