Female supremacy: The journey of a pregnant princess to the top

The next moment, the scene in front of Jiang Lingyue changed again.

The scorching sun in the afternoon burned the dry earth. The desolate battlefield was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

In the distance, vultures and crows were pecking at the rotten and smelly corpses, and bursts of hoarse and shrill cries could be heard.

Jiang Lingyue frowned slightly. Could this illusion be the scene of a war among various ethnic groups more than a thousand years ago?

So are these all Master’s memories?

Jiang Lingyue looked up and saw the border town in the distance, like a row of lonely tombstones standing on the horizon.

She immediately rushed forward.

Soon after, we arrived outside the city wall and found the city gate wide open. It seemed that the city had been breached.

She walked into the city and saw ruins everywhere from burning, killing and looting. It seemed that the enemy had left after wreaking havoc in the city.

Walking into the city along the deserted streets, the streets were sparsely populated, with only a few ragged civilians appearing occasionally, searching for supplies with numb and desperate looks.

Due to years of war and drought, the people have long been unable to get enough food.

At this moment, a thin little boy ran past her.

The little boy was about ten years old, wearing ragged clothes, and his black hair, tied in a high ponytail, looked messy.

Immediately afterwards, several adults who looked like villains chased after them.

After a while, the little boy was caught up.

The villains surrounded the little boy and threatened him, "You little bastard, hand over your food, or we will treat you badly."

"Don't even think about it. I found it first." The little boy was not afraid of the threat and held the package tightly in his arms.

Seeing this, Jiang Lingyue stepped forward quickly and shouted sternly: "So many adults, bullying a child, how shameless!"

The villains seemed not to hear her words and moved closer to the little boy.

"Stop it!" Jiang Lingyue tried to stop them, but she went straight through their bodies.

It seems that these illusionary scenes are also the playback of someone's memory, and she has no way of interfering with the facts that happened.

The thugs quickly surrounded the little boy and started punching and kicking him.

The little boy curled up on the ground. Even though he was surrounded and beaten, he didn't cry. He just held the package in his arms tightly.

Although he struggled hard, he was no match for the strength of the adult thugs, and eventually the package in his arms was snatched away.

Jiang Lingyue was extremely anxious and went forward to check.

The little boy was beaten black and blue, with bruises all over his body, but his blue eyes were shining with stubbornness.

After a while, the little boy stood up, enduring the pain, and limped forward.

Jiang Lingyue followed closely behind.

Soon after, the little boy entered a remote house.

He opened the wardrobe and saw another thin boy, about seven or eight years old, leaning against the wardrobe with his eyes closed.

"Brother, I'm back." The little boy squatted down and gently shook the boy in the closet.

The boy in the closet breathed weakly, and after hearing his voice, he slowly opened his eyes.

The younger boy looked up at him and gave him a cute smile, "Brother."

"Brother, I found some food." The little boy took out a dry and hard steamed bun from his arms and handed it to his brother, "Eat it quickly."

The younger brother did not reach out to take it, but shook his head, "Brother, I'm not hungry, you eat it."

“I ate on the way.”

The little boy stuffed the steamed bun that he had hidden with great difficulty into his brother's hand without saying anything, "Eat it quickly, and your illness will be cured after you are full."

Hearing this, the younger brother stretched out his bony little hand and took the steamed bun.

The younger brother broke the bun into two halves and handed one half to the little boy, "Brother, let's eat together, otherwise, I won't eat it."

The little boy looked at his stubborn brother, stopped arguing, swallowed, and took half the steamed bun.

Seeing his elder brother take the steamed bun, the younger brother held the bun and started to nibble on it in small bites.

Jiang Lingyue felt a pang of sadness in her heart. It was rare that the two brothers could be so humble even though they were starving to the point of being skin and bones.

After eating the steamed buns, the little boy asked his younger brother to sit down and rest, and then he went to find some water for his younger brother to drink.

Not long after, the little boy brought half a bowl of water and watched his brother drink it.

"Brother, I shouldn't have let you escape."

The little boy lowered his head, clenched his fists with trembling hands, "Stay there, even if I become a forbidden delicacy in the future, but at least I can eat my fill."

The younger brother held the little boy's hand and said, "Brother, don't say that. I am very happy to be able to live freely with my brother."

The little boy frowned and wiped the water stains from his brother's mouth. "Yes, we have to live together."

In the following days, the little boy went out every day to look for food, and his sick brother hid in the closet waiting for him.

However, food became increasingly difficult to find, and the refugees had already begun to eat their own children.

On this day, it was almost evening when the little boy returned home empty-handed.

As soon as he walked outside, he noticed something unusual.

The little boy nervously stuck to the wall and looked cautiously into the house, but what he saw was a heartbreaking scene.

Several unfamiliar figures were rummaging around. In the middle of the room, around a large pot, were scattered leftover bones.

"This damn kid is so skinny, he doesn't have much flesh on him."

"I'm only 80% full after eating."

"Look around to see if there's anything else to eat."

The little boy widened his eyes, a bad premonition crossed his mind, and anger suddenly surged in his heart.

He was so angry that he rushed over and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Who are you? Where is my brother?"

"Brother? What brother?" Seeing the little boy, one of them pointed at the cauldron and said, "If you're asking about the body of the boy in the closet, it's right there."

"We're all starving anyway, so why not cook it and eat it before it goes bad so it doesn't go to waste."

The little boy rushed towards the big pot like crazy, but it was empty.

"Haha, it's delicious after we ate it." The group of people laughed jokingly.

The little boy's eyes became empty and his world collapsed at this moment.

When Jiang Lingyue saw this, she felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife, and she wished she could tear those evil men into pieces immediately. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not interfere with these memory fragments.

"Don't worry, we'll take you to see your brother right away."

"You two brothers, reunite in our belly!"

The little boy turned around expressionlessly and slowly walked towards the group of people.

His eyes turned red, which was chilling.

One of them picked up a knife and sneered, "What, kid, you still want to resist?"

The little boy suddenly accelerated, rushed to the man, grabbed the knife, and stabbed it into the man's abdomen. Blood splattered everywhere, staining his clothes red.

The others were stunned; they didn't expect the little boy to be so vicious.

Jiang Lingyue was so shocked by this scene that she was speechless. She realized that deep in the little boy's heart, there was enormous hatred and power hidden.

The little boy waved the knife wildly and attacked the group of people desperately.

These people just underestimated the enemy and that’s why one of them was killed by the little boy.

At this moment, several people joined forces to attack, and even though the little boy had a knife in his hand, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Not long after, the little boy collapsed exhausted in a pool of blood, still tightly holding the bloody knife in his hand.

The men surrounded the boy, snatched the knife from his hand, and kicked him hard.

The little boy stared at them with red eyes, his eyes full of unwillingness and despair.

"Get up, why aren't you moving? Aren't you very fierce?"

"You little bastard, I'm going to skin you alive."

"Forget it, let's give him a quick death! Just kill him and eat his meat." At this time, one of the villains pointed a knife at the little boy's neck.

Suddenly, a spiritual power shot in from outside and knocked the dagger out of the villain's hand.

An old man with white hair and a youthful face walked into the house, and his face darkened when he saw the scene in front of him.

"In this clear and bright world, you actually did such a heinous thing. Why don't you let this boy go!" the old man scolded.

The group of villains were frightened by the sudden change, but when they saw who was coming, they became arrogant again.

"Who are you, old man? How dare you meddle in our business!"

The old man did not reply. He just made hand gestures and muttered something.

In an instant, several rays of light shot out from his palm and flew straight towards the villains.

Before the villains could react, they were hit by the spiritual light and fell to the ground.

The old man walked quickly to the little boy, felt his pulse, then took out a pill from his arms and fed it to him.

After a while, the little boy tried to prop himself up. He looked at the old grandfather in front of him and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Grandpa, please save my brother..."

The old man shook his head and said softly, "Child, don't cry.

Your brother is gone, the dead cannot be brought back to life.

But those evil people all received the punishment they deserved.

Will you come with me?"