Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 506 The Princess Who Wants to Compilation 3

They planned carefully, cooperated internally and externally, overthrew the Phoenix Jade Kingdom where women were respected, and destroyed the rule of the empress and the royal family!

He, Shen Ji, personally placed the Phoenix Feather Crown, the symbol of the Phoenix Jade Emperor's power, under his feet and established a new, male-dominated nation. He became the founding regent and held immense power.

The only obsession that supported him to reach the pinnacle of power was revenge!

Revenge on Huang Yunchu!

He wanted to find her and repay her a thousandfold for the humiliation, trampling, and ruined life she had inflicted on him!

He wanted to see her begging for mercy with his own eyes, and then crush her to pieces.

However... when his men finally found her in a remote and barren mountain village, the scene they saw was like a huge hammer, smashing the logic of hatred he had built up for decades.

That was not the remnant of the imperial daughter who was trying to escape as he had imagined, nor was it a woman who had fallen into poverty after a life of extravagant indulgences.

In the dim hut where the oil lamp was as dim as a bean, she curled up on a cold wooden bed, skinny as a stick. Her once bright face had withered like a fallen leaf in autumn, her complexion was gray and she was dying.

Thick, earthy manuscripts and scrolls lay scattered around the bed, and a nearly completed manuscript lay spread out on the worn desk.

The manuscript paper was rough and yellow, and the edges were badly worn.

She coughed and gasped for breath, but her eyes were extremely focused. She tried her best to use her skinny fingers, dipped in inferior pine ink, and wrote crooked words on the paper.

The handwriting showed a concentration and love that he had never imagined, and she was completely different from the arrogant and licentious Sixth Princess.

He even found an almost torn booklet beside her pillow, which contained the detailed sketches and records of scenery she had drawn while traveling around the mountains and rivers. The handwriting was beautiful and neat, with an indescribable vitality - that was the trace brought by "knowledge".

He learned from the locals that this "bookworm lady" had lived here for many years. Although she was seriously ill, she dragged her sick body through the nearby mountains, rivers and valleys just to record everything in detail.

She didn't want gold or silver, and all the meager income from selling her jewelry was spent on paper and ink.

Local children can even recite a few of the geography nursery rhymes she composed.

"...almost...almost..." When he broke in, he heard her last regretful, hoarse sigh.

The next moment, she was exhausted, holding the pen, and died in front of him.

Shock soaked through my body like ice water, followed by immense confusion.

The goal of revenge that had sustained him for half his life turned out to be a complete illusion?

The overwhelming hatred suddenly lost its target, leaving only an endless void and incomprehensible confusion. Was her absurd behavior in the mansion a disguise?

She snatched them back just to play the role of an incompetent and unambitious princess, so that her sisters could be reassured and gain space to fulfill her true long-cherished wish - to travel around the world and leave behind a book?

Shen Ji lay on the bed, his fingertips still deeply digging into the quilt, his eyes fixed on the suffocating red gauze curtain above his head.

The withered yet mysteriously glowing face of Huang Yunchu in his previous life, and the image of the girl who pressed on him last night, seemingly frivolous but with stiff movements and a barely perceptible sense of emptiness and alienation hidden in her eyes, collided and overlapped fiercely in his mind.

"Huang Yunchu..." He pronounced the name hoarsely in a voice that only he could hear, with unprecedented complex emotions.

It's no longer pure hatred.

The anger still burns for the countless lives she had ruined so recklessly back then!

For decades of humiliation for herself and others, and for her "selfish" use of them as props to achieve her goal of protection!

However, above that hatred lay a layer of cold and chaotic scrutiny, confusion, and... a sense of fatalistic absurdity.

He is back.

With the memories of her past life and the ability to subvert a country, she returned to the starting point where she had just begun her "performance".

This time, fate has tied him and this woman with a deep secret firmly to the center of the vortex.

Will she continue acting?

How should he treat this completely different "enemy"?

Is that woman who is exhausted and has only the manuscript in her eyes really just Huang Yunchu in disguise?

Or was that Huang Yunchu's true self? An opponent he had never truly understood amidst his overwhelming hatred?

The road to revenge...seems to have suddenly become complicated and confusing.

Shen Ji slowly closed his eyes, a single scalding tear silently sliding down his temples, seeping into his long, dark hair. His tightly clenched fists slowly loosened.

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The heavy door of the Nuanyu Pavilion closed silently behind him, blocking out the prying eyes of the outside world.

At the moment the door was completely closed, the frightened and pitiful expression on Liu Rufeng's face seemed to be frozen by ice in an instant, and then shattered and peeled off bit by bit.

The weak posture he deliberately maintained disappeared, his tense shoulders relaxed, and his body, which had been trembling slightly due to Yun Chu's pressure, stopped swaying.

He stood quietly behind the door for a moment, his back straight as a pine tree.

The cool early morning air came in through the gauze window, brushing against his wrist which had been pinched red (left when Yun Chu blocked the attack), bringing a hint of sobering pain.

The room was dim without any lights on. He slowly walked towards the table by the window.

The deliberately disguised tenderness and flattery she had shown when facing Huang Yunchu in the corridor just now was now replaced by a pure, cold and sinister look.

The tears in the depths of his eyes had long since dried up, leaving only a deep pool of coldness and lingering humiliation.

He walked to the bronze mirror and roughly pulled off the jade hairpin that was loosely tied to his bun.

The long, inky black hair fell like a waterfall, covering the faint mark on the side of her neck that Yun Chu had once deliberately noticed and symbolized the original owner's "favor."

He stared at himself in the mirror. His face was still as beautiful as ever, enough to make any woman's heart beat faster - including the Sixth Princess Huang Yunchu, who deserved to be cut into pieces.

But at this moment, there was only sarcasm in his eyes, sarcasm towards his own appearance.

Liu Rufeng's fingertips slid across the cold mirror. Beneath the frosty face of the person in the mirror, his heart was surging with hot and painful emotions like magma.

He belongs to the second princess Huang Yunli.

To be precise, he was one of the chess pieces carefully cultivated and polished by the Second Princess.

There are many chess pieces like him. They are all endowed with the most beautiful faces, the most moving talents, and the most gentle gestures... Then, like precious gifts, or more like deadly poison bait, they are purposefully "given" or "placed" by Huang Yunli to her sisters, especially in the residences of the princesses who may pose a threat.

And he, the most sleek and most observant chess piece, was assigned to the most notorious and least threatening Sixth Princess Huang Yunchu - a waste who was recognized as only indulging in sensual pleasures.

How ironic!

The person Liu Rufeng truly admires and is willing to give everything for is the high and mighty Second Prince Huang Yunli, who is in charge of all the affairs!

Her calmness, wisdom, ambition, and the air of being in control of everything always fascinated him and made him willing to crawl under her chariot.