Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 211 Flying Spinning Top

"If I were her parents, I would hurry up and find her a decent-looking man to marry off before she gets too old and unrecognizable. That way, she can have children and even if she dies, there will be people to burn paper money for her and smash tiles for her."

"There's nothing we can do about it; she just loves to hang out with men. Hey, do you think her rapid promotion is related to some kind of entanglement with her boss?"

At this point, the men exchanged knowing, lewd glances and let out a series of snickers.

He's obviously up to no good.

Unfortunately, most of the diners in the restaurant were men, and instead of stopping their discussion, they went along with it. Although there weren't any overly explicit or offensive words, the disdain revealed in these whispers was the most unpleasant thing.

It felt like I'd swallowed a fly; I couldn't swallow it down or spit it out, and it was just so uncomfortable.

When Jiu Que entered, he could clearly feel the air around him suddenly freeze. The diners in the hall did not dare to openly mock this newly appointed court official, but the lewd glances they occasionally gave him, the whispers they exchanged with their heads huddled together, and even the occasional tsk-tsk sounds they made all revealed that they looked down on Jiu Que, the newly appointed Marquis of Zhen'an, a fifth-rank official in the Imperial Secretariat.

This is such a childish approach.

If they dared to come up and directly insult him, Jiu Que would admire their courage. Yet they lacked even that courage, only daring to whisper behind his back, attempting to prove their own innocence amidst a corrupt world. Truly pathetic.

Seeing that none of them dared to meet his gaze, Jiuque scanned the entire room, a sense of disappointment washing over him. Fortunately, Chunyu hadn't arrived yet, and hadn't yet heard their foul language…

"Nine Palaces? Why aren't you coming in?"

Just then, a voice called from upstairs. Jiu Que stopped abruptly, looked up, and sure enough, saw Chunyu Shuang.

She stood at the door of a private room, leaning against the stairs, and greeted him, her expression and tone seemingly normal. But Jiu Que's expression immediately fell.

Those scholars who were speaking loudly were sitting on the first floor, opposite that private room. At the volume of their voices, the guests inside could definitely hear them clearly. Therefore, these scholars were deliberately speaking loudly, intentionally letting Chunyu hear them…

Okay, very good.

"Wait a moment, I have something to do, I'll be up in a bit."

Jiu Que turned and walked straight towards the group of scholars. These men, who had been secretly observing Jiu Que out of the corner of their eyes, were momentarily flustered when she approached them. But looking around, they saw at least six or seven people at their table, and with so many people watching, they didn't believe Jiu Que would dare do anything in public. If she insulted them, that was fine; it would show everyone just how unstable this newly rich courtier's temper was.

Women are just so emotional; when it comes to maturity and composure, how can they compare to men...?

"Bang!" Jiu Que walked up to them, raised his foot, and casually kicked the table away. The table spun wildly in the air more than a dozen times before crashing to the side, smashing several bricks on the ground!

The scholars and literati who had been waiting for Jiu Que to argue with them were completely caught off guard. Their bodies trembled instinctively, their faces turned pale, and their pupils quivered wildly! Even the whispers around them stopped abruptly at the same time, and a deathly silence filled the air.

The food, peanuts, broad beans, and other items on the table rolled to the ground. A few broad beans rolled to Jiu Que's feet, and Jiu Que gently crushed them into powder, making a sound that resembled the cracking of bones breaking.

Those scholars and literati facing the imperial court trembled violently. It took a long time for one of them to come to his senses, and he began to accuse the emperor in a trembling voice, but his voice was extremely soft and lacked any imposing manner.

"You, what do you do?"

Jiu Que clicked his tongue, then hooked a finger around the man's collar, lifting him into the air. It must be said, the man's clothes were of pretty good quality. Jiu Que used the fabric to spin the man around a few times in the air before gently pressing him back into the chair.

The scholar's eyes rolled back, half his soul seemingly gone, his body convulsing. His companions were nearly paralyzed with fear at the sight. They were afraid this terrifying woman would lift them up and toss them around like toys; what if she loosened her grip and they were smashed to pieces?
"We are scholars of the current dynasty, we are accomplished scholars. What do you want to do?"

"Oh, you scholars? What kind of scholars are you? You probably just got them by rote memorization."

Jiu Que extended a finger and poked the unfortunate scholar's chair several times, like tracing the outline of a human body. Two fingers' thickness thick, the chair instantly became riddled with transparent holes, accompanied by the sickening sound of drilling wood. The unfortunate scholar, already terrified, saw this harbinger poking holes right next to him, fearing her finger would pierce him too, and finally, unable to hold on any longer, he collapsed with a creak.

"Tsk, you're really useless. And you call yourself a scholar? You have no guts at all. When I was in Qianzhou, those thugs could hold out for a quarter of an hour, but you couldn't even last a quarter? Have you been drained of your health by drinking and womanizing all the time? You're so weak."

Regrettably letting the ringleader go, Jiu Que turned to look at the few trembling scholars and gave them a bright smile.

The scholars looked at Ying Jiuque with tears in their eyes, wishing they could faint too, but their luck was still not good enough and they did not faint on the spot.

Jiu Que looked at them with a smile.

"Speaking of which, I feel a strong sense of kinship with you all. How about we play a game? It'll help strengthen our bonds. If you all become officials in the future, we can play this game every day. What do you say? If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes. The game is called 'Flying Spinning Top.' Oh? You haven't heard of it? Don't worry, I guarantee it'll be a lot of fun..."

He grabbed the remaining scholars by the collars and tossed them high into the air. Before the first one reached the top, the second was already flying up. Luckily, the buildings in the sky were tall, making it easy to play this game of tossing people around. Those frail scholars, who were only good at talking, were now helplessly flying high into the air, spinning and jumping between rooftops and floors. The braver ones even let out screams, while the less timid ones were about to faint. But in such a high-intensity activity, it was unrealistic to stay dizzy forever.

Therefore, in an instant, heart-wrenching screams echoed from inside the Heavenly Abode.

(End of this chapter)