Transmigration: Reverse Exploitation, the System Works for Me

Inside Zhongcui Palace, Xi Qiao looked at the system's screen, which resembled a poor signal, and clicked the lottery button without hesitation.

The prize wheel spun and finally landed on a book.

It is the only secret manual among the six awards, "The Six Harmonies Void Sword Manual".

The system's screen flickered violently for a moment, and the secret realm fell onto the Xuan Guang Wall.

The book, as its name suggests, is a swordsmanship manual, but it is only about swordsmanship.

Xi Qiao didn't know martial arts, but after climbing over the obstacle, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Although it is just a sword manual, it does not require specific internal energy.

The manual doesn't just record sword techniques; it teaches people how to unleash their maximum internal energy through sword techniques.

Xi Qiao's gaze fell on the last move of the manual: Sword Shatters the Void.

A sword shattering the void?

Ascend to heaven in broad daylight!

A flood of ideas suddenly popped into Xi Qiao's mind.

China has never lacked myths and legends. The ultimate martial arts can shatter the void. How many people don't know such legends?

This move of shattering the void with a sword is so similar to the legends of immortals who attain enlightenment through martial arts!

The more Xi Qiao pondered, the more he couldn't contain the burning passion in his heart. Who doesn't dream of living forever, becoming an immortal or a god?

She held the manual for a long time before finally closing it with reluctance.

This manual showed her the possibility of achieving immortality through martial arts.

However, there is one problem she also has to face.

This is just a sword technique manual; it doesn't involve internal energy cultivation.

Moreover, there are no other martial arts manuals in the palace intrigue system's lottery pool. In other words, this useless little system can't help her in this respect.

Without internal energy, this manual is no different from a piece of waste paper.

"Internal energy? In the world of martial arts!"

Xi Qiao muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with a captivating light.

She stroked the Xuan Guang Bi. Although she didn't know what use the Xuan Guang Bi was besides imprisoning the system, the eldest daughter of the family had sent her into this Zhen Huan world, surely not just so that she could retire here.

She'll find the secret manual for internal martial arts one day!

Broken Yuxuan.

The emperor has lifted Zhen Huan's confinement, but her status has been reduced from that of a concubine to that of a low-ranking official.

At this moment, inside the Suiyu Pavilion, Yun Xinluo, with tears in her eyes and a sorrowful expression, embraced Zhen Huan.

"Huan'er, don't be like this, talk to your mother."

Since Zhen Huan fainted last night and woke up, she has been in a daze and hasn't uttered a single word, not even when she went to Jingren Palace to pay her respects this morning.

Yun Xinluo cried out pitifully, "Huan'er, are you trying to rip out your mother's heart?!"

"How could I have wished things had come to this? But what could I do? It was a mistake for me and Yu Rao to go to the Yuanmingyuan that day. Huan'er, do you know how much pain I'm in?"

"But I cannot refuse, nor dare I refuse. What you told me at Bitong Academy that day has made the Emperor want to kill me."

Yun Xinluo gazed at Zhen Huan's still-flat stomach, "He doesn't even care about the imperial heirs, he actually wants..."

Yun Xinluo didn't want to mention those unpleasant words, but Zhen Huan understood what she wanted to say.

"And your younger sister, she was taken away by the Emperor's men to be raised, and she only has Cui Jinxi by her side. She's not even nine years old yet. I can't abandon her safety, I can't ignore her concerns."

“Huan’er, I know you blame me, blame me for not keeping my chastity and shamelessly submitting to the Emperor, but, but I really had no other choice. If I hadn’t agreed, not only would your and your father’s lives have been in danger, but what about when Yu Rao grows up…”

Although Yun Xinluo didn't understand at first why the emperor insisted on having a middle-aged woman like her serve him in bed, and why he would always show her a deeply affectionate look during their time together and when passion was running high.

She once wondered if the emperor truly valued her as a person.

However, less than seven days after she served the emperor, just as she was about to finish, the emperor suddenly stopped her and asked her nickname. She truthfully answered "A'Luo".

The emperor said that the name "Xiao" was not appropriate and failed to reflect even a trace of her gentleness, so he gave her the name "Wanwan".

Wanwan—Wanwan—Wanwan.

Yun Xinluo understood everything. Not only her, but even her Huan'er was used by the emperor as a substitute for a woman whose nickname was "wan wan".

However, she and Huan'er weren't the only ones who resembled that woman. Yu Rao was also among them.

Yu Rao is almost a carbon copy of her, and she will definitely look just like that woman when she grows up.

If she refuses the emperor, what will happen to Yu Rao in four or five years?

Even if Yu Rao couldn't escape, she still hoped that Yu Rao could be raised with proper upbringing like other noble ladies, instead of being trained as a prostitute to please men.

Only when Zhen Yurao was mentioned did Zhen Huan react.

With a hoarse voice, she asked Yun Xinluo, "Where is Yu Rao?"

Yun Xinluo looked distressed. "It was at the villa outside the palace. I don't know where that is. On that day, Chief Steward Su took us out of the Yuanmingyuan and only to that villa. Yu Rao and Cui Jinxi were left there, while I was dressed as a nanny and returned to the Yuanmingyuan."

As she spoke, Yun Xinluo's tears flowed even more freely.

"Huan'er—"

Yun Xinluo called her name, her voice choked with sobs.

“It’s fine if you blame your mother, I don’t ask for your forgiveness, but you’re pregnant, you have to think about the baby.”

Zhen Huan looked up at her, her face full of mockery: "The child? The father of this child only treats me as a substitute for his deceased wife, summoning me at will and dismissing me at will. Why should I care about his child?"

Last night, with her birth mother appearing at the banquet and the Empress Dowager and Empress uttering the words "Chun Yuan," coupled with the conversation between the Emperor and Empress in Jingren Palace today, what else could Zhen Huan not understand?

She and her birth mother were nothing more than substitutes for the prematurely deceased Empress Chun Yuan.

Ironically, not only did the emperor use her as a substitute, but he also coveted her birth mother. In order to obtain her birth mother, he killed her father and imprisoned her sister.

How can she bear children for a man like that!

Yun Xinluo was startled by the fierceness in Zhen Huan's eyes. She could understand the hatred in her daughter's heart, but the place they were standing on was the palace, a place where they had no choice and no control over their own lives.

"Huan, Huan'er, a child is a child, and a biological father is a biological father."

Yun Xinlu could only offer this advice to her daughter.

That's how her life is going to be, but her daughter is still young. The emperor isn't her daughter's support, so she can only rely on this child.

No sooner had Yun Xinluo uttered those words than Zhen Huan glared at her with red eyes.

"So what? So you can enjoy wealth and luxury without any guilt and become the woman of your husband's killer without any burden?"

Two lines of tears streamed down Zhen Huan's face as she cried hysterically.

"That's my father! He's loved me for seventeen years, he's sheltered me from the wind and rain for seventeen years! Yun Xinluo, how could you say such a thing? How can you be a wife? A mother?"