The female lead thought she had a "proud and arrogant" character script.

The Taoist priest concealed part of the truth. Contrary to what he told the emperor, not all royal children were qualified to perform the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven; only Luo Qingcheng was.

Seeing that the Taoist priest hadn't moved his mouth, yet his voice reached his ears, and that no one else seemed to have heard what he said.

Luo Qingcheng was suspicious.

Could this be a real Taoist priest?

But whether it's true or not, a Taoist priest who wants to die is not a good Taoist priest.

Luo Qingcheng shrugged and said, "What's it to me!"

It seems we need divine intervention.

What kind of blessed person would be born with a dead mother, unloved by their father and stepmother, left to fend for themselves in the palace until they need to sacrifice a royal woman to save her life?

Huh?

Why does this setting sound so familiar?

After thinking about it for a while but not coming up with a solution, Luo Qingcheng gave up.

The Taoist priest seemed to know she wouldn't agree, and didn't say anything more.

He nodded to the emperor.

The emperor wasn't stupid; he wouldn't believe the Taoist priest based on just a few words. He had verified the priest's abilities.

Although he couldn't hear him, seeing him nod, he knew that the Taoist priest had finished saying what he wanted to say.

But his daughter was completely unyielding.

But it doesn’t matter.

The emperor beckoned, "Guards, take the princess back. She is not to step out of her residence without my permission."

"Yes."

It seems they intend to directly restrict her freedom, waiting for everything to be ready before pushing her onto the altar?

Luo Qingcheng sneered.

What to pretend to be?

And they still have this whole "people's petition" thing.

If she were really to die, could a weak person like her, who couldn't even kill a chicken, really resist?

Now everyone in the world is hoping she dies soon.

Oh well, what can she do?

Luo Qingcheng lowered his head, seemingly resigned to his fate, and obediently followed the guards toward his residence, Xiyan Palace.

As the emperor watched her departing figure, he whispered to the Taoist priest, "Sir, please arrange for the altar to be opened as soon as possible."

The Taoist priest nodded. "Of course."

Everything is being prepared in an orderly manner.

Luo Qingcheng sat down at the table laden with chicken, duck, fish, and meat prepared in various ways, and said with dissatisfaction, "Is this all?"

A guard stepped forward. "Your Highness, is there anything else you are dissatisfied with?"

Luo Qingcheng raised her chin, "How can the last meal of an ordinary person be on the same level as the last meal of this princess? This princess wants to eat dragon meat from the heavens!"

The guards were in a dilemma.

His Majesty ordered them to fulfill all of the princess's needs, except for leaving Xiyan Palace. But where in this world can one find any heavenly dragon meat?

"Your Highness, there is no dragon meat in the world."

Luo Qingcheng, of course, knew this too. "What do you mean there isn't any? Doesn't that emperor call himself the Son of Heaven? If there isn't any from heaven, go get some of his flesh for me to try."

Upon hearing these treasonous words, the guard was so frightened that his head slammed to the ground with a thud.

He trembled all over and didn't dare to speak for a long time.

Seeing this, Luo Qingcheng threw down his chopsticks and clicked his tongue in displeasure, "I'm not eating!"

She got up and walked towards her bedchamber, leaving behind the words, "You can deal with these things yourselves."

What's the point of making things difficult for a guard who has no say?

These guards weren't living a good life either; they were sallow-faced and emaciated, clearly starving.

Luo Qingcheng lay on the bed.

Even deep within the palace, she could still hear of constant natural and man-made disasters, rampant demons and monsters, and the suffering of the people.

But the people in the palace were indulging in revelry every night, and she thought it was just a rumor.

Upholding the excellent personal qualities of "not believing rumors and not spreading rumors," Luo Qingcheng originally thought that even if the sky fell, it would just be that everyone would die together.

I never imagined that she would have to die alone to give someone else a chance to live.

She pulled the blanket up and buried it over her head.

In the quiet night, a low voice drifted out, its tone filled with resentment as if trying to break free from some constraint imposed upon her.

She asked, "Why should I?"

No answer was received.

No sleep for one night.

The next day, Luo Qingcheng was taken to the altar.

She wore a magnificent crimson ceremonial robe she had never worn before, her face heavily made up, as if she were being offered as a bride to the heavens, and was pushed onto the altar.

The altar was built at the beginning of the dynasty. Successive emperors received the mandate of heaven here, called themselves the Son of Heaven, made a promise, and prayed for peace and prosperity throughout the world.

ridiculous.

The emperor enjoys the offerings of the people, yet he expects her, a princess who has never received anything, to sacrifice herself for the peace of the world.

Standing on the high altar, Luo Qingcheng looked down at the dense crowd below, which looked like ants.

Luo Qingcheng gave a mocking smile.

Aren't they just ants?

"Your Majesty, the auspicious time has arrived."

The emperor, standing not far away, looked heartbroken and said, "Qingcheng, don't blame me. Blame Heaven for its injustice."

Luo Qingcheng didn't even turn his head, but raised his hand and gave the middle finger.

You old geezer, go back and hone your acting skills before you try to fool this old lady again!

Huh?

Why does this sentence sound so familiar?

Forget it, forget it.

"Charge!"

At a command, a golden light suddenly shone, and within seconds, the once clear sky was covered by dark clouds.

It was as if night had fallen.

"what!"

Upon seeing this strange phenomenon, the panicked people below the altar erupted into chaos, screaming incessantly.

In the darkness, only the place where Luo Qingcheng was located was the only source of light.

Luo Qingcheng, located at the center of the formation, looked up.

The golden light illuminated her flawless skin, then was divided by the sides of her nose, casting shadows on her deep-set face, creating a striking contrast of black and white.

Before long, a strong wind made everyone's clothes flutter loudly.

A solemn and ruthless voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and everyone heard it.

"What do you want?" He asked Luo Qingcheng.

coming!

The long-awaited peace will arrive soon!

All eyes were drawn to Luo Qingcheng, the only one who was shining.

Seeing that she had her head down and did not answer for a long time.

A sound like raging waves crashed against her.

"Princess!

"Your Highness!"

"Qingcheng!"

But then Luo Qingcheng suddenly raised his head.

Everyone was shocked!

A maniacal smile was on her face!

An ominous premonition rose in everyone's hearts.

Luo Qingcheng stretched out one hand and pointed to the sky.

How could she not laugh?!

She won the bet!

The Taoist priest was telling the truth!

She is a person blessed by Heaven!

Luo Qingcheng spoke, and she said:

I want the world to descend into chaos and be engulfed in war!

I want corpses strewn across the fields and the people to suffer!

I will not let this day become an obstacle for me again!

I will stand at the pinnacle of all living beings!

The surging clouds paused for a moment.

The noise suddenly disappeared.

A loud bang shattered the silence.

A bolt of purple lightning ripped through the sky, striking directly at Luo Qingcheng's face.

Luo Qingcheng neither dodged nor avoided, but stood tall and proud in place.

The lightning caused her long, flowing black hair to flutter behind her.

The purple lightning finally stopped just one finger's width away from Luo Qingcheng's nose.

Suddenly, they all vanished.

A deep sigh resounded from the depths of everyone's hearts.

Then the voice said, "As you wish."

The golden light vanished in an instant.

The clouds dispersed, and sunlight fell on Luo Qingcheng's shoulders.

She turned around and looked at the crowd who were standing there in a daze.

With a warm smile, he asked, "How was it?"

"You!" The emperor's eyes widened in horror.

Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Hahaha! As expected of you!"

Luo Qingcheng turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

It's that Taoist priest!

"Sir! What's wrong?"

The emperor was shocked and puzzled.

"Snap!" A snap of fingers.

The emperor, who was about to walk over, was frozen in place, with only his eyes able to move slightly.

The Taoist priest who had done all this shed his air of otherworldly wisdom and casually said, "Alright, now you're done. Don't try to make yourself a star, Your Majesty."

Luo Qingcheng watched the Taoist priest, whose demeanor was inconsistent, with suspicion. As the priest approached, Luo Qingcheng took a step back.

The Taoist priest was taken aback, as if he had just remembered something.

A surge of spiritual energy washed his face, and when he looked up again, his appearance had changed.

Pointing to his face, he said to Luo Qingcheng, "It's me!"