Murim's Weakest Princess-Chapter 133: Clumsy Entrance

Although there were no guards or ushers to receive the guests attending the large conference, the security was great. Unless someone was an expert in lightweight footwork like Gu Ying or had tremendous control over their sword that they could fly on it, nobody could infiltrate the tall observatory tower because there were no stairs inside.

"Use your jade entry token to activate the teleportation magic. You will be taken to the right floor if you are the right person for the conference. By default, uninvited guests and tardy presenters will be stuck on the first floor. Fortunately, you are not here for a presentation. Even as we speak, I have a feeling that not all the researchers are present yet. You might still see a few trickling in during your interview, but don’t mind them."

Nodding, Anji held up her jade token as she entered the teleportation circle and clung to Pearl tightly as the spell activated. There was a slight pressure in her head when it teleported, and the bright light made her dizzy. However, it only lasted a fraction of a second, and they were already high in the observatory tower.

Feeling disoriented, Anji covered her mouth. The nauseous feeling was finally catching up to her. However, she did not want to be seen throwing up on the floor where the teleportation spell was. Someone else who teleported up could step on it.

Noticing Anji’s discomfort, Pearl quickly helped the girl move to a side so they would not accidentally obstruct the way in the landing area.

"Do you need the bathroom?" she asked, patting Anji’s back soothingly.

Anji closed her eyes and squatted on the floor, her head spinning too much. The window view from above made her nausea worse. Although Anji was not afraid of heights, the visual elevation change made her squirmy.

Resting briefly, Anji circulated her energy and used a breathing technique to calm herself down. There was no use panicking in any situation, and that was the first thing Doctor He made sure to instill in her. Who would reassure the patient if the doctor panicked?

It took ten long minutes, but Pearl did not rush Anji. She had no idea what the child was doing, although she sensed a weak energy fluctuating while patting Anji’s back. Eventually, colour returned to Anji’s face, and she could stand up slowly.

Ready for the interview, Pearl guided Anji to a large double door and stopped right before it.

"From this point onwards, I’m not allowed to enter. You’ll have to go in by yourself. I’ll be waiting outside until you’re done. We’ll see Aunt Wine again for dinner once you finish. There are no right or wrong answers in an interview. All you need to do is give your best and honest opinions."

Thanking Pearl for the tip, Anji finally let go of her hand and went up to the door. The doors were very large and heavy. Anji had no idea if she could push them open, but Pearl was already walking away to wait somewhere else.

Taking in a deep breath, Anji held out both arms in front of her and got ready to push with all her body weight. However, the girl was not expecting to meet zero resistance and yelped as her arms went through the solid wood, sending her tumbling into the large hall behind.

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Pearl had told her many things today and must have forgotten to let Anji know this was not a real door. Her yelp caught everyone else’s attention in the room, dressed in grey and white clothes. Embarrassed for causing such a fuss with her clumsy entrance, Anji turned red and held back tears. The fall hardly hurt because the floor was carpeted. However, the humiliation burned more than the friction rash on her arm caused by the fall.

"Dearie! A child?" someone called out finally.

"Poor thing, that must have hurt. Did nobody teach her how to use the portal?"

Many researchers exchanged their opinions, but nobody stepped up to help Anji. They simply observed the new student with interest to see what she would do next.

Thinking quickly, Anji first sat up on the floor to assess her damage and adjust her clothes. Since the milk had already been spilt, there was no need to rectify the mistake quickly. More importantly, she noticed how they were observing her.

After ensuring none of her limbs were broken during her fall and that she did not sustain any severe injury, Anji stood up and brushed her clothes to straighten them. Standing still and looking around the room, she briefly counted about twenty researchers.

Clasping her hands together behind her sleeves, Anji bowed to the people in the room. freewёbnoνel.com

"Greetings, fellow teachers. I’m Anji, the new student, here for an interview. Please pardon my clumsy entrance."

Some researchers smiled, pleased by her quick recovery, calmness and maturity. Now that the star of the show was here, it was time to begin the interview. Many of them already knew that Anji would be younger than the other candidates who joined the sect. However, they did not know she would be a tiny chipmunk who had just weaned from her mother’s breast.

"Anji, how old are you?" a female researcher asked. "Do you know how to read and write?"

Unsure if the question was meant to be out of curiosity or mockery, Anji answered respectfully and honestly.

"I’m six this year. My brother taught me how to read and write. I can read about a thousand characters now, although I’m still not very good at writing them because the brushes are too big."

Her answer received some chuckles, and some people requested that Anji reveal the hands hidden behind her sleeve. Blushing from a different type of embarrassment as the researchers discussed the pros and cons of having a child scribe who used children-sized brushes and wrote in children-sized fonts, Anji wondered what these researchers were seeking in a new attendant. Not everyone needed a scribe, so some others asked if Anji could carry a bucket of water or pull weeds in the garden. Eventually, Anji concluded they were looking for housekeepers.

Glad that she learned to do chores in her sect, Anji quickly replied about what she could do and her limitations. For example, she was good at watering plants but not carrying buckets of water unless there was a pushcart. Likewise, she was great at washing clothes but not hanging them unless there was a ladder. Her answers received more chuckles each time until they became full-blown hoots when someone eventually lost it and failed to be polite.