PDLP Chapter 266 Chen Xiaoyao also transmigrated?
Chapter 266 Chen Xiaoyao also transmigrated?
"Brother, I'm so bored! Quickly find me a playmate!!" Little Sizi's soft, sweet voice, full of adorable charm, was like a chirping little bird in spring, constantly chattering in Zhinu's ear.
And so, Xiao Yao, Xiao Si Zi's little playmate, came to his side.
Little Sizi stared wide-eyed at the friend her brother Zhinu had found for her, her big, round eyes like black gemstones. Huh? Isn't that the mischievous Chen Xiaoyao from the marketing department?!
"Xiao Yao? How could it be you?!" Her tone was a mixture of surprise and delight, as if she had discovered some new treasure.
With a gentle smile, Zhi Nu patiently explained, "Si Zi, this little girl is an orphan that Granny picked up from outside. From now on, she'll keep you company and play with you. Hmm... let's call her Little Rocking Girl from now on." She looked exactly like a big child setting up a fun game.
Little Sizi felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey, and she felt even more that her brother Zhinu was incredibly kind to her. She quickly corrected him, "Brother, it's 'yao' made of three pieces of earth stacked together. And also, Brother, why haven't you answered my question yet?" Her voice was a little anxious, just like a tender seedling eager to break through the soil in spring.
Seeing this, Zhi Nu crouched down slightly, meeting Xiao Si Zi's gaze. His eyes were like deep, dark pools, filled with endless doting affection. Suddenly, Xiao Si Zi felt inexplicably shy, her heart pounding like a rabbit's: "Oh my, how can this little yellow duck brother be so handsome? His skin is so tender it looks like you could squeeze water out of it! He's truly incredibly good-looking!"
"Sizi, our father's ascension to the throne wasn't due to the Xuanwu Gate Incident, as you previously claimed. I've told you this countless times, so please don't bring it up again. Your uncles are all alive and well. I'll take you to visit them another day; I guarantee you'll be overjoyed." Zhi Nu's words were as gentle as a spring breeze, softly caressing, full of reassurance.
Chen Xiaoyao stood frozen in place, her lips pressed into a straight line, radiating an aura of resistance. When she opened her eyes again, the ancient, mottled wooden beams came into view, a few rays of light pierced through the carved window lattices, and the air was filled with the stale scent of sandalwood. She instantly realized that she was in a completely unfamiliar ancient world, and her body had shrunk to the size of a child. In the days that followed, she reluctantly followed the nannies to learn complicated and tedious rules. Every time she curtsied, she silently rolled her eyes, the stiff movements seeming to protest against the cruel tricks of fate.
Within days, she was assigned to be the maid of Princess Jinyang. When she saw the princess's face, which bore a striking resemblance to President Zhen, Xiaoyao almost couldn't help but swear. Her heart sank, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. Recalling her time as an assistant in modern times, when she was gossiped about and ostracized by her colleagues for her close relationship with President Zhen, she felt resentful that she couldn't escape this connection even after transmigrating.
Xiao Yao had always harbored a "secret recipe" for getting along with her boss, which, simply put, was "drink orange juice with pulp frequently." "Frequently" meant frequently reporting her work; "pulp" represented creating benefits for the boss; and "orange" symbolized sincerity—after all, trying to be cunning in front of a shrewd leader would only lead to trouble. But now, this secret seemed useless in this ancient palace, which made her feel increasingly frustrated.
“Is it you…? I am Xiaoyao…” As soon as Xiaoyao opened her mouth, her unclear childish voice seemed to be choked by an invisible force, and every word was filled with helplessness and resentment.
On the other side, Xiao Si was initially delighted to hear the familiar accent, but her brows immediately furrowed, filled with confusion and frustration. She was a university lecturer, and a reclusive tycoon—a top-tier businesswoman, successful and financially independent—how could she have inexplicably become Zhi Nu's little sister? This was a drastic fall from grace in her eyes. Even more absurdly, her assistant, Xiao Yao, had also traveled through time; it was utterly absurd and farcical.
Xiao Yao stood to the side, looking at the rigid decor and elaborate etiquette around her, her heart pounding with anger. She secretly clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her palms, muttering to herself, "How did I end up transmigrating into this lowly maidservant, having to serve others every day? This life is unbearable! I finally managed to make something of myself in the modern world, learning all sorts of ways to slack off and fight back, and now it's all gone..." Then, glancing at the little princess who spoke indistinctly and had a round head like a watermelon, Xiao Yao pouted, her face full of disgust. She found her utterly irritating; what kind of malicious joke was this?