The Employed Empress 91 Chapter 91: Consort Mother

Wei Yi Yi tried her best.
She ready did.
Page after page; picture after picture; she gritted her teeth and stilled herself till the very end.
But truly, after staring at this bunch of paintings for almost half a day, she wanted to cough blood.
How could Jiang Liu paint such... such...
What happened to G.o.d's most beautiful creation?!
'I know 'Wei Yi Yi' gave me low-quality data transfer, but I don't remember some of the people here being this... ugly!'
Wei Yi Yi cannot help but say the word.
What kind of magic happened after marriage that they end up looking like this? Marriage is actually this scary! Look what it did to a former stunning young maiden!
Uneven eyes, a nose that's flatter than the ground itself, swollen lips, mismatching colors, and baggy robes.
Everything is so unsymmetrical that they end up hurtful in the eyes!
Also please don't put cosmetic if you have no good intentions! They look like clowns, alright!
"Lil One, look, this is your mother," Wei Yi Yi pa.s.sed the booklet to Jiang Chen.
"My mother is not this ugly," Jiang Chen said straight away.
'I know right! Not all maiden is beautiful, but the rest cannot be this disturbing. And even if they really are, you still need to say they're beautiful,' Wei Yi Yi thought.
"What can I do if they're ugly? I just draw what I saw with my eyes," Jiang Liu stayed firm.
"Are you sure you just don't have a grudge with women in particular?" Wei Yi Yi shot him a doubtful look.
Jiang Liu gave an arrogant snort.
After making sure that Jiang Chen's hair is properly dried, he lifted him back to Wei Yi Yi.
Xiao w.a.n.g Xi swiftly stood at the Empress' side, and with his head bowed, he held a wooden comb up in offering. Wei Yi Yi picked it up and diligently neated her nephew's hair. His hair is bountiful and curly, Wei Yi Yi make sure to control her strength as not to hurt him nor damage such healthy crown and glory.
Jiang Chen turned to the side to give Wei Yi Yi more access and then snuggle closer to his aunt. He was distracted enough to forget that his mother was called ugly just now.
"This brother know that big sister treat the consorts nicely but I don't believe that you particularly like them too," Jiang Liu said, not fully admitting but dragging Wei Yi Yi on the same stance.
Wei Yi Yi parted Jiang Chen's hair in half then indicated for Jiang Liu to hold it. Jiang Liu moved closer and continued, "One moment they're laughing, another second and they're already crying. They'll tell you they don't want but if you don't give they'll get angry. Even though there's no problem, they could easily make one out of thin air. There's a lot more. I could make a whole list of it. But the point is, they're creatures that are hard to comprehend and tend to be ugly."
Wei Yi Yi was. .h.i.t with the memories of the morning greetings and wasn't able to defend at all. Those headache inducing complaints and the endless pointing at each other; never satisfied with their position; always trying to grab the other to the mud.
To be fair, women are created as emotional but so are people in particular. They just tend to be more open about it.
"They have good points too. Like women are beautiful and easy to the eyes," she said. Wei Yi Yi admits to having favoritism to beautiful faces and so she like looking at girls in particular. It's not like she doesn't count the guys, it just that she got immune with her 'brothers' that seeing handsome men rarely interest her.
Try seeing well-sculptured faces all throughout your life with said people walking in and out of the house half naked and their abs and well-toned muscles showing all day.
Wei Yi Yi bet you'll get enough of your share it'll become an ordinary sight for you after a few days.
BLs are always an exception though. Just the relations.h.i.+p alone is beautiful enough.
"No matter how much they cover it with gems, pearls, and silk, what's rotten inside will remain rotten," Jiang Liu shot straight to Wei Yi Yi's pettiness. "Consorts and concubines like will look at you with eyes full of malice, and yet, they could smile while talking to you and even shower you with compliments."
Wei Yi Yi wanted to say, 'That's what we call plastic on modern times.'
"My consort mother was like that too."
Wei Yi Yi paused. When she turned her head, Jiang Liu was already looking at her silently.
"They said, women should obey their father before marriage, obey their husband when married, and obey their son in widowhood. I know that they need men to rely upon but sometimes I just wonder does she really see me as her son? Or just her mean of survival? Royal brother too, is he just a mean to reach her goals?"
"...Jiang Liu," Wei Yi Yi uttered.
"Way back then, I saw how ugly she became as she stared with bloodshot eyes the throne of the empress dowager. Maybe since she cannot be the empress, she became obsessed with that t.i.tle instead."
Jiang Liu remembered, how his kind and laidback mother turned into someone entirely new.
His blood brother, Jiang Yu, as the emperor's oldest son, turn out to be a rare genius. Not only he is handsome and obedient, but he was also hardworking and could talk about any topic leisurely.
The late emperor was so proud of having such a son and in turn, favored the woman who given birth to this son.
Their mother, bath in a new found glory, got drunk and thought of things she shouldn't.
Slowly, with each pa.s.sing year, a genius son was no longer enough. What she wanted is someone that could steal the throne from the Empress' son, their second brother, Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Yu's high results turned normal in her eyes as time pa.s.sed, and with each normal result, a hit on the palm was exchanged.
A long thin stick would strike his brother's palm in every mistake he made. It doesn't matter how small it was. Sometimes, just being a bit inferior to Jiang Cheng is enough to warrant a dozen strikes.
A tiny white palm would then be dyed with blood.
'I'm doing this for your sake. It's because your mother loves you,' Jiang Liu repeatedly heard their consort mother saying this while crying.
Why are you the one crying? Jiang Liu's the one who wanted to cry.
'Mother, have you asked brother what he wanted?'
His older brother, who would play with him every day, locked himself to his room from then on. Even if Jiang Liu cries or even if he makes a scene, Jiang Yu wouldn't turn his head away from his books.
'I'm busy,' he would tell him, expression not changing.