LOT – Chapter 117 We’re Just Eating, Not Facing Execution!

Lin Mo was especially dissatisfied with everyone’s evaluation of her.

【Why is my sister called a celestial fairy while I’m a rabbit?! My looks aren’t bad either! If I really act like a refined lady, I might even scare myself!】

She imagined herself in a flowing celestial gown—mm, absolutely ethereal and stunning!

Normally, her clothes were always chosen for convenience and ease of movement, and her hairstyle was the simplest of styles. Clearly, she was a noble young lady, born from a scholarly family, yet from her appearance alone, one could hardly see any trace of refinement.

Still, her temperament carried some grace—after all, she was raised in such an environment since childhood. No matter what, her bearing wouldn’t be too shabby.

Of course, that only applied when she wasn’t going crazy. When she lost it, all bets were off.

Bai Xiao thought Lin Mo was blindly confident. He pictured her usual behavior and clicked his tongue. How could this possibly be associated with a celestial fairy?!

【I’d call this false advertising. You’re good-looking, I’ll admit that—after all, they wrote you as the number one beauty in the capital—but calling yourself a gentle lady? Do you really believe that?】

Lin Ran shook his head inwardly. Not believable at all.

This girl truly had zero self-awareness.

Unwilling to concede, Lin Mo flipped open the storybook and found the passage describing her.

【Look at these adjectives—handsome, elegant, charming, extraordinary, otherworldly beauty! All of them describe me!】

Lin Mo felt these words suited her perfectly!

At her sheer confidence, Bai Xiao could only sigh, completely speechless.

Lin Mo was absolutely enamored with this storybook. In it, her first appearance was as a hero saving a damsel in distress, winning the beauty’s heart. But she herself wasn’t focused on romance—her ambitions soared high, her heart dedicated to her family, her nation, and the world.

Even Lin Mo herself was deeply moved reading it. This writing is just too good!

Once home, she locked herself in her room, poring over it word for word, even forcing Bai Xiao to read with her.

“Read carefully. Look at how people see me. Stop insulting me all the time. In their eyes, I’m noble and perfect—why can’t you learn from them?”

Lin Mo shook Bai Xiao so hard, determined to rattle his brain free of all his old impressions of her.

Bai Xiao was practically about to throw up from all the shaking. Forget everything else—just her strength alone was terrifying.

“Stop! Stop shaking! My brain’s about to fall out! You’re the most handsome, the most elegant, the most beautiful—fine, okay?”

Lin Mo nodded firmly. “Of course. I’m going to memorize this entire book! Best if it spreads and is praised for generations!”

Bai Xiao: … Are you serious? This is literally just a gender-bent Mary Sue power-fantasy novel!

Indeed, the way the characters were written was no different from modern “Dragon-AoTian” novels—just even more exaggerated.

Miss Su had written Lin Mo not like a person at all, but as an all-powerful god.

Every woman she met adored her. Every man respected and understood her. Everything revolved around her.

Forget Lin Mo—even if anyone else were the protagonist, they’d be strutting around in pride!

When Lin Ran returned home, he immediately told his family everything that happened in the carriage, including the storybooks written by Su Jinxiu.

Minister Lin was utterly dumbfounded.

“Our entire family has been written into storybooks? This Lord Su’s daughter is truly remarkable!”

He picked up one of the volumes Lin Ran had bought and flipped through it. The resemblance to their family was uncanny.

Still, Miss Su’s literary talent was undeniable—the plot was vivid and captivating. As expected from the daughter of a Hanlin scholar.

“Hahaha! Look—this one’s about us two! Who would’ve thought our story would become so widely known!” Minister Lin’s eyes immediately fell on The Number One Beauty and the Top Scholar.

Madam Lin also hadn’t expected to appear in such a book. From the details, it was clear the author had investigated deeply.

Some things she herself had already forgotten, yet they were all faithfully written down.

(Miss Su: Of course! To write this book, I secretly interviewed everyone who knew your story—my excuse was that I wanted to understand Minister Lin and Madam Lin’s love, so that one day I too could marry such a husband!)

Back in the day, their love story was indeed a famous tale in the capital—an ideal match of talent and beauty, perfectly suited families, and decades of unwavering affection.

Many young women secretly envied Madam Lin. It’s one thing to be beautiful, but she also married so well. As if that weren’t enough, she gave birth to such accomplished children (except Young Master Lin, of course). How is anyone else supposed to live after that?!

The whole family spent the entire afternoon gathered around the table, reading the storybooks.

The more they read, the more engrossed they became. Perhaps living it themselves, they hadn’t found it special. But once written by someone else—it was so entertaining!

Before they knew it, night had fallen. Lin Mo, hungry, went out searching for food.

Staring at the empty dining table, she froze. “Where’s dinner? Why isn’t there any food?”

Hadn’t they already called for it earlier? Why was the table still bare?

A maid whispered, “Second Miss, Master and Madam said they’d dine later. If you’re hungry, please eat some snacks first.”

Bai Xiao was already munching on pastries. “Yeah, yeah, just have some pastries.”

Lin Mo took a bite, swallowed, and declared, “No! I still want dinner! How can we not have dinner? How can they be so absorbed they forget to eat?”

Bai Xiao replied, “They’re reading storybooks. Those are all the rage in the capital right now. Your sister bought loads of them today.”

If only this blockhead had thought a little deeper, everyone’s identities might’ve been exposed. Too bad his brain never went that far.

Lin Mo rubbed her stomach and headed into the kitchen.

The dishes were long prepared, just waiting to be served.

Looking at the steaming, fragrant food, Lin Mo decided to take matters into her own hands.

Bai Xiao’s face turned pale with horror. “Spare us! We’re just eating dinner, not marching to our deaths! There’s no need to risk our lives like this!”

Lin Mo, holding a knife, looked at him speechlessly. “What nonsense are you saying? I’m just cooking—how is this risking lives?”

Bai Xiao stared at the knife, swallowed hard, and muttered, “Other people spend money to eat… you cooking costs lives. Remember your black tortoise? It’s still alive and well in the pond, you know.”

Lin Mo: …