Jiang Shuyue spoke as she mulled it over: [I'm already financially independent, so I won't wish to strike it rich. Life's pretty good, too. I have food, drinks, and playmates, and neither my husband nor my children give me any trouble. Even if I go a little overboard, someone cleans up the mess for me. It seems... my life is complete!]
Huahua thought his host really knew how to get under someone's skin.
He kindly reminded her: [Could you stop making people hate you? Your life is so cushy that you're actually upset about it?]
Jiang Shuyue: [Not exactly, but a wish should be at least a little better than reality, right? The only step up for me would be becoming emperor. But the emperor is the Child of Fortune, and the Heavenly Dao definitely wouldn't approve of overthrowing the Child of Fortune. I wouldn't want him to be emperor, either.]
[Snow disasters in winter, floods in summer, and corrupt officials pestering him all the time. Then he comes home to face all those women, until even his body can barely hold up. He's rather pitiful. Better to work for someone else. If the sky falls, the people above me can hold it up.]
But the odds of taking a blade for someone were higher than the odds of the sky falling.
Huahua muttered that to himself, tactfully keeping quiet rather than spoiling her mood.
Huahua asked: [It sounds like you don't really have any wishes. How about wishing for a genius baby? Five babies in one pregnancy, a mother of many, a fertile green tea schemer. How's that?]
Jiang Shuyue: ...
Five babies in one pregnancy? How big would her belly have to get?
She wasn't a rabbit. What did she need so many babies for?
Jiang Shuyue couldn't