Ms. Tan Is The Real Boss

Chapter 1431: The first engagement in 1430

“When did His Majesty the King establish this rule?” Busodi asked, “Samiyi, could this merely be an excuse of yours?”

Samiyi had to remain calm; she was the only one in charge here. If she couldn’t stop Busodi, then much bigger problems would arise.

“Would I have any need to lie to you?” Samiyi said with a face of composure, “You claim you have important official business to report to His Majesty the King, just as I also have pressing matters to discuss with His Majesty. But the King is currently resting, and we cannot see him.”

Busodi glared at Samiyi, and Samiyi glared back. Neither of them spoke, each trying to overpower the other with their presence.

After a good while, Busodi couldn’t hold back any longer. He chuckled, then took a seat on the sofa in the hall. “Samiyi, since His Majesty the King is resting, let’s just sit here and wait together. I don’t believe His Majesty will sleep forever.”

Samiyi didn’t show a hint of panic. She also let out a slight laugh, then took a seat on a sofa nearby. “I also think that’s an excellent idea. Let’s wait, then.”

On the table, there were some grapes that Tan Rou had eaten halfway. These were Samiyi’s favorite grapes. Since she hadn’t had her lunch yet, she picked up the plate of grapes from the table and started eating.

If Busodi wanted to test their endurance, she would have to appear relaxed. Only by driving Busodi away could the King be safe.

Busodi had come in a rush. He had just finished his work at the mine and immediately returned, only to hear Monica’s crying. He hadn’t even taken a bite of food before he came to the palace to settle accounts with the King. Yet, instead of seeing the King, he encountered the King’s extremely troublesome sister.

Busodi’s stomach was growling. The sight of the glittering grapes made him feel ravenous.

Samiyi kept a watchful eye on Busodi’s movements. Seeing him swallowing saliva, she guessed he hadn’t had lunch.

Since neither of them had eaten, the confrontation today would soon decide a victor. Because at the poetry gathering that morning, she had already eaten quite a bit, which could help her last a bit longer.

Busodi was about to say, “Could you spare me some grapes,” but then he saw Samiyi take the entire plate of grapes for herself, not intending to share any with him.

He was slightly angry. What was so great about a plate of grapes anyway? If he didn’t eat them, so be it. He was sure he could hold out.

Samiyi placed the plate of grapes on her lap. In this way, Busodi wouldn’t be able to reach for them.

But merely this wouldn’t be enough to drive Busodi away, so Samiyi devised another plan. She sent a message to Puli, then had Puli notify and arrange for the servants to place freshly roasted meat in a well-ventilated area and then fan the aroma inside.

Soon, the fragrance filled the entire hall. Busodi couldn’t stay seated. He stood up and sat back down as if struggling to endure something.

Samiyi felt this still wasn’t enough. She commanded to increase the number of foods with strong scents and had servants in clothes splashed with soup come in and walk around near Busodi.

Busodi’s face turned very ugly. Unable to hold back, he asked, “Samiyi, what do you mean by this?”

Samiyi put the last grape into her mouth, and after finishing it, she leisurely replied, “Prince Busodi, it is time for a meal. The people in the palace are busy cooking; a bit of kitchen smoke is inevitable.”

Busodi said furiously, “Since when has the palace’s smoke extraction network system become so poor? And what about these servants? Must they wear dirty clothes while working?”

Samiyi responded, “Prince Busodi, you should be more lenient towards them. They are very busy, as they must prepare lunch and attend to guests. They’re so hurried they don’t have time to change out of their dirty clothes.”

Busodi was nearly driven mad by their actions. He said very angrily, “All of you, get out!”

Samiyi said with a cold face, “Prince Busodi, this isn’t your manor. Please refrain from scolding the servants inside, or I will also be unkind.”

Just then, a servant girl came over with a plate of roast meat. As soon as she approached, she stumbled, and all the aromatic meat fell to the ground.

Busodi eyed the roast meat and said angrily, “That was on purpose!”