The cruel little princess

Outside the wing of Puning Temple, which was decorated with carved beams and painted buildings and exuded a solemn and austere atmosphere, His Royal Highness Prince Jin stood with his hands behind his back, his expression stern, and exuding a majestic aura that should not be underestimated.

He frowned, then raised his hand and whispered into the void, "An Yi, come to see me quickly."

In the blink of an eye, a dark figure appeared like a ghost, knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and saluted, his voice steady and rigid: "I will definitely fulfill your orders. Everything that the prince instructed me to do has been done properly."

His Royal Highness Prince Jin nodded slightly, his eyes still sharp as he asked, "Did you retrieve my new clothes successfully?"

As he spoke, his brows furrowed even tighter, as if he was extremely worried about this matter.

"Your Highness, I have followed your instructions and asked the man to change." An Yi lowered his head even more and replied respectfully. His figure looked like a solemn statue in the dim light.

"Hmph," His Royal Highness Prince Jin snorted softly, his tone resolute and disdainful, "Once this is over, there's no need to take the clothes back. Find a secluded place and burn them directly. Don't leave any evidence behind."

"Yes, sir!" An Yi answered crisply and his voice was like a bell.

His Royal Highness Prince Jin paced a few steps, then paused as if remembering something, and asked again, "Did he say anything?"

An Yi raised his eyes, his expression slightly relaxed, and he said slowly: "I didn't say much, I just sighed that Princess Fukang was ruthless and ungrateful. I was deeply grateful to the prince and said that the prince gave him this opportunity. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely repay the prince's great kindness."

This time, his words contained a few more details than before, and there was a hint of emotion in his tone.

"What about his hand..." A trace of worry flashed in His Royal Highness Prince Jin's eyes. "Don't let anything go wrong. If anyone notices anything unusual, the whole plan will be ruined."

"Don't worry, Your Highness!" An Yi hurriedly reassured him, "Our subordinates have carefully wrapped it with cotton cloth, layer upon layer, very tightly. As long as you don't take off the clothes and examine it carefully, you won't see anything unusual with just a cursory glance."

His Royal Highness Prince Jin breathed a sigh of relief, his expression returning to its stern state as he muttered to himself, “Humph, if the tiger has no intention of harming anyone, I will never harm anyone’s heart.

But if anyone harbors ulterior motives and plots against you, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you don't root out the weeds, they'll grow back again in the spring breeze."

"This..." His Royal Highness Prince Jin stretched out his hand and handed over a small jade bottle that shone with a bright white luster in the moonlight.

"Give it to him. It can help him at the critical moment!"

An Yi reached out and respectfully took it, carefully placing it in his arms.

After His Royal Highness Prince Jin finished speaking, he straightened his robe, held his head high and strode towards the courtyard where Princess Fukang lived.

At that time, in a quiet room in a corner of the palace, Shen Youyou was lazily leaning on a carved pearwood chair, holding a delicate teacup with her bare hands, sipping the fragrant fruit tea, her red lips slightly pursed, her dark brows slightly furrowed, and her mind repeatedly pondering the mysterious words that Abbot Wuwo had said to her alone in the afternoon.

"Youyou," Shen Zijin walked in with a smile on his face and brisk steps.

"I went to Abbot Wuwo's ​​meditation room this afternoon to look for you, but you were alone inside. What happened? Did the abbot read your fortune again and say something profound?"

As he spoke, he took a few steps closer, his eyes full of curiosity and inquiry. He pulled Shen Youyou's arm and asked, "Tell me quickly, what did the old abbot say?"

Shen Youyou raised his eyes, his gaze flickering as he jokingly said, "Brother, from what you're saying, does Abbot Wuwo often read people's fortunes?"

"Well, to be honest, it's not that often!" Shen Zijin scratched his head, frowning slightly, his eyes gleaming with memories, "That old monk has a very strange temper and is very picky about people. He only reads the fortunes of those who are compatible with him!

He acts in a mysterious way, as if he is hiding some huge secret.

Dad and I have seen it before, but you didn't see the scene at that time. The old monk stared at Dad for a long time before he spoke softly, saying that Dad was destined to be lonely in this life, and no one could change it.

Shen Zijin paused, the smile on his face faded, his expression became solemn, his eyes full of pity and unwillingness, "When my father heard it, he didn't react much.

Instead, he was asked to help look after the fate of his children.

I was there at the time, so he showed it to me directly and said that although I was facing a life-and-death crisis, if I could get help from a noble person, I would survive the disaster and have good fortune in the future!

Dad asked him to calculate your fortune again, but the old abbot said that your fate is going to be difficult. Dad was so anxious that he almost knelt down in front of the old monk and begged him to change your fate.

Think about it, Dad loves you so much, holding you in his hands since you were little, how could he just watch you become foolish for the rest of your life? Dad gritted his teeth, his face determined, and said he was willing to give up ten years of his life in exchange for your future safety and smooth life, without any setbacks.

At this point, Shen Zijin's eyes reddened slightly, and his voice choked unconsciously, "And me, I also hurriedly followed and begged, thinking that even if I could bear a little more suffering for you, it would be good.

I wish to use ten years of my life in exchange for your future days being filled with joy, without sorrow or worries.

Then, Abbot Wuwo took your birth date and calculated it carefully for a long time, then simply said, "The time has not come yet." He also said there was no need to exchange your life for it, without explaining anything clearly. It really made me so anxious that I was furious."

Shen Zijin took Shen Youyou's hand and patted it gently, his eyes full of anticipation and eagerness, "Now that he finally sees you, did he say anything?

Tell me, what will your future be like? If your fate is not good, I will give you another ten years!

As he spoke, he puffed out his chest, looked nonchalant, and waved his hand, "Anyway, big brother has been practicing martial arts since he was young, and his body is strong. Losing ten or twenty years is no big deal. As long as you are well, it's fine."

Shen Youyou's eyes turned slightly red when she heard these words. She thought that she was not the type to cry easily, but she didn't know if it was because of her recent pregnancy, the estrogen in her body was messed up, making her extremely sensitive and fragile.

When she heard how earnestly her father and elder brother had expressed their willingness to sacrifice their own lives just for her peace and happiness, tears welled up in her eyes like a flood bursting through a dam, swirling around in her eyes, almost bursting out.

"Oh my! Sister, don't cry!"

Shen Zijin panicked, his eyes wide open, his face full of anxiety, his hands waving in front of him helplessly, "Did that monk say something bad to annoy you?

Don't cry, don't cry, I'll take you to him right now. I have to let him take a good look at you and change your life. Let's go, let's go now!"

Shen Zijin didn't care that it was already late and Abbot Wuwo might have already gone to bed. He took Shen Youyou's arm and walked out the door.

His steps were hurried and chaotic, fearing that if he was a step late he would not be able to seek a good explanation for his sister or change her fate.

Shen Youyou listened to her elder brother's anxious and sincere words, and her heart felt like a mixture of emotions. She felt deeply moved, but couldn't help laughing secretly.

Look at the eldest brother's posture, his face full of anxiety but also revealed an unquestionable determination, as if he was sure that as long as he took action, he could turn the situation around.

She secretly complained that her elder brother thought he was the Monkey King with great magical powers who could go to heaven and earth, while the abbot Wuwo had become the King Yama who was in charge of the book of life and death, and even wanted to drag her to change her fate!

However, this smile only flashed across my heart, and what I felt more was a warm feeling of being touched.

She looked up at her eldest brother, her eyes full of emotion. She knew that her eldest brother truly loved and protected her. When she thought that her eldest brother was willing to sacrifice another ten years of his life for her, her eyes became slightly red.

In the Golden Dragon Kingdom, medical conditions are very backward. Most people are tortured by illness, and only a few can survive to the age of seventy.

Everyone struggles to survive in the torrent of fate, their lifespan like a candle in the wind, uncertain when it might go out. But the eldest brother, without hesitation, offered her another ten years!

This heavy feeling, like the warm spring sunshine caressing her heart, made her feel moved to the point of a tear in her nose, and how could she not feel sorry for her elder brother's sacrifice?

Although she is a lonely soul from another world, ever since she came here, the love of her elder brother and father has been genuine and sincere, allowing her to find precious warmth and a sense of belonging in this strange world.

Seeing my eldest brother so anxiously pacing back and forth, the blue bricks under his feet were almost stepped on and left marks.

Shen Youyou quickly stretched out her hand, and with a flick of her jade-white hand, she firmly grasped her brother's wrist.

"Don't worry, big brother. Let's go back to the side room and talk..." She spoke softly, and as she spoke, she exerted a little force to pull Shen Zijin back to her side.

"It's already this late and still..." Shen Zijin said anxiously, but when he saw his sister's fair and rosy face, he couldn't help but soften.