Lady Gu Is Too Weak To Fend For Herself

Summary of the Lady Gu Is Too Weak To Fend For Herself

"Rakyi xiaohua," they always called her – that little phrase echoing through the halls like poison. She was supposedly fragrant but weak, living off potions poured down her throat faster than candy could dissolve.

And why? Because apparently, her body just couldn't cope with basic life anymore. Every day felt like a performance for the harem gossip mill. The whispers got intense: they'd all be so relieved when she finally bit the dust, sending her back to that dusty county estate where *maybe* someone wouldn't mistake her cough for flair.

Qiao Xi ran a hand over her worn sleeve, internally sighing dramatically at the thought – "Done for? Me?" It was laughable. Her body might be tired, yes, but it wasn't broken! Not yet anyway...

She caught a glimpse of one of Gu Zheng's underlings wrestling with some complex data on his screen. Curiosity got the better of her; she stepped in and casually pointed things out.

"Hey," came an unexpected voice from behind – that annoyingly cheerful young man who seemed determined to poke fun at her whenever possible. "What do you think? Did they finally crack our firewall?"

Gu Zheng, it turned out, was there too, his usual arrogant smile plastered on as he walked closer. He usually had something playful to say when she got involved in his business.

"Qiao Xi," he drawled, that familiar edge of challenge returning. "Still hiding little secrets from me? Hmm?" He knew her weakness all too well now – the digital kind, at least.

She felt a rush of panic mixed with frustration. Her excuse needed to sound more convincing than 'I feel dizzy.' "Oh! I mean... yeah, it's nothing important," she stammered weakly, trying for nonchalance while feeling distinctly outmatched today. The interaction settled back into its usual pattern – the annoying one hovering nearby, Gu Zheng getting closer again, and Qiao Xi just wishing they'd both disappear into a nice harem-related rumor.