Heretic Doctor Zihou - Chapter 32
Chapter 32: I Will Never Kneel!
Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
Jiang Mo was very curious. He had no idea why over these past few days, this guy would flare up whenever he mentioned Wei Zihou.
Zihou stood at the entrance of the Elegance Restaurant and raised her head to survey the huge signboard with the name “Elegance Restaurant” across. She smirked. “It’s indeed an elegant and elitist establishment.”
She shifted her gaze and stepped into the place…
Multi-colored lanterns were lit at the main entrance. Under their warm glow, a young lady glided in her long, white dress fluttering softly, as if she was a fairy who had just descended from the moon.
Her divine face was flawless. Every detail was breathtakingly gorgeous.
She exuded a pristine aura, while the multi-colored glow of the lanterns added a layer of warmth to her presence.
No paintbrush could ever draw such a beautiful sight. She was even more lovely than a heavenly fairy who had descended upon earth!
Everyone inside the restaurant was bedazzled by the sight. A wondrous silence fell over the crowd as they tried to guess just who this gorgeous creature was.
“Wei Zihou, you’re finally here!” Zhen Kexin’s shrill voice was full of obvious jealousy.
Zhen Kexin was fuming. Wei Zihou was clearly a stupid and ugly fool—how did she become so beautiful! She must destroy that face and destroy Wei Zihou!
“What? She is Wei Zihou? How can that be?” The crowd finally snapped out of their trance and muttered disbelievingly. Their faces were full of astonishment.
“Impossible! I have seen Wei Zihou many times before and she is very ugly. How could she be Wei Zihou!”
“Their body shapes and features might be somewhat similar, but their aura and presence are entirely different. This person is definitely not Wei Zihou!”
“…”
Everyone at present was from the upper crust of society and all had seen Wei Zihou or at least heard about her. She had been the butt of their jokes and they simply couldn’t believe their eyes.
“It’s her!” Jiang Mo gave a low shout as his expression totally changed. Wasn’t this the very same woman who had humiliated Chu Yixuan at the First Impressions Restaurant that day?
This woman… she was Wei Zihou?
Jiang Mo frowned as he mentally linked all the past incidents. He recalled how Wei Zihou had been missing from their midst recently, as well as Chu Yixuan’s bizarre reaction whenever he mentioned Wei Zihou.
Zihou remained nonchalant toward the crowd’s reaction. She surveyed the room and saw Qi Shaoyang waving and beaming at her. She raised one brow and walked over to sit beside him.
Qi Shaoyang was dressed to the nines today. He had on a deep blue robe embroidered with dragons and other auspicious creatures, as well as a golden headpiece. He looked extremely regal.
“Boss, why are you so late. Luckily I reserved a seat for you.” Qi Shaoyang’s earlier bored manner was completely dissipated by Zihou’s appearance. He was now grinning ear to ear and full of pep.
“Are you trying to say that I should thank you?” Zihou raised her brows slightly, her expression bland.
“Uh, I wouldn’t dare. It’s my honor to help reserve a seat for you, boss. Hee…” Qi Shaoyang smiled ingratiatingly.
Zihou grunted before looking away, but her eyes held traces of amusement. It was quite fun to tease this Qi Shaoyang character now and then.
“Where is Wei Zihou?” A sharp and arrogant voice echoed through the Elegance Restaurant, instantly attracting the attention of everyone.
They looked up to see a figure dressed in bright red slowly descending the stairs and escorted by a palace maid.
The lady in red had her chin lifted high in the air as if everything in this world was beneath her.
“Ninth Princess, she is Wei Zihou!” Zhen Kexin immediately stood up and hurriedly pointed at Wei Zihou with a wicked smile.
Humph, now that Wei Zihou had been marked by Ninth Princess, she was doomed!
Following the direction of Zhen Kexin’s finger, Chu Linger immediately fixed her eyes upon Wei Zihou, who was just leisurely sipping her tea.
She was sitting there holding her teacup in a relaxed manner, her lips curved in a slight smile. There was no need for her to do anything for everyone’s attention to be focused on her—her mere presence was electrifying.
Within her wide sleeves, Chu Linger had clenched her hands into fists. She thought that she and her cousin Zhen Xueyan were the top two most beautiful women in the entire West Capital. She never expected to see this female, who made her feel so inferior!
Chu Linger’s eyes were filled with intense jealousy.
“Are you Wei Zihou?” Chu Linger asked haughtily. She had walked forward and now stood imperiously before Zihou.
“Who else could be Wei Zihou? You?” Zihou didn’t even lift her head. Her bland voice was laced with ridicule. She realized that these people all had rather strange habits. They just loved to ask obvious questions.
“How dare you! I’m your Princess! Not only did you not bow down before me, you even insult me! Guards, take…”
“So you are the Princess…” Zihou sighed softly before looking up. She looked somewhat shocked. “Well, I really couldn’t tell.” Was the Empress of Western Chu a fool? Otherwise, how else could she have given birth to this brainless Princess and the equally dumb Chu Yixuan?
“What do you mean by that?” Chu Linger was somewhat taken aback, before recovering and shouting back at Zihou angrily.
“I mean, when did I insult you? How come I didn’t know of it?” Zihou put down her teacup gently and straightened herself. She looked at Chu Linger with a mild expression.
It must be said that the royal house did produce good-looking children. Chu Linger looked somewhat similar to Chu Yixuan—both of them had lovely and elegant faces. However, rage and jealousy had marred her features.
“Your Royal Highness, do you know?” Zihou lowered her eyes to look at Qi Shaoyang.
“Boss is such a noble and upstanding person, you would never insult others! It must be someone else!” Qi Shaoyang was quick to complement Zihou’s act.
The two of them had a very good repartee, which angered Chu Linger greatly. She glared vehemently at Qi Shaoyang, before turning away to stare at Zihou. “Even if you didn’t insult me, why didn’t you bow to me?”
“Are you sure I am supposed to bow to you?” Zihou crossed her arms over her chest calmly.
“I’m the Ninth Princess, why shouldn’t the Young Mistress of an insignificant General’s estate bow to me?” Chu Linger lifted her head loftily as she stated her own status in a loud voice. Anyone else would have been intimidated by her identity.
But Zihou was not your usual person.
“The Emperor bestowed the Wei estate with the honorable rank of Martyr, to commend our ancestors’ loyal services to the country. All descendants of the Wei estate are not required to bow to the Emperor, not to mention a mere Princess?” Zihou answered disdainfully. Chu Linger looked stunned while Zihou’s face took on a stern air. “I will never kneel down to anyone, not even to the heavens!”
I will never kneel down to anyone… not even to the heavens…
Her domineering tone echoed across the Elegance Restaurant. Everyone was thunderstruck.
How many people in the world would dare to say something like that?
The crowd widened their eyes in shock. The slender young lady before them was dressed in a simple white dress and looked graceful and elegant. But her aura radiated with a powerful dominance!
They could not believe the person who dared to speak so boldly was Wei Zihou, that useless piece of trash whom they used to look down on!
A man with a royal bearing was inside one of the private lounges in the Elegance Restaurant. He glimpsed at Zihou through the drapes, and a purple light flickered within the depths of his deep eyes.
Shock flashed across Liu Ying’s usually placid face, who was standing behind the man. The overbearing aura and formidable presence that Wei Zihou was displaying now reminded him of his own lord…
