She became a god

The little panda cried out in confusion, "Aren't the other children raised by Yuan Zhan?"

Ji Xunxi said a few more things, and the little panda pieced together the truth with its own brain.

Yuan Zhan and the deceased Empress Chen Lixia were childhood sweethearts. Yuan Zhan had suffered from infertility and took medicine every day, but he had already accepted in his heart that he was not destined to have children.

Yuan Baohua's arrival was a completely unexpected and delightful surprise.

At that time, Yuan Zhan was neither the emperor nor the crown prince, but just a leisurely prince. He had his first child when he was twenty years old, and he cried tears of joy when Yuan Baohua was born.

He probably thought at the time that he wanted to spend his life with his wife and their hard-won daughter.

However, the struggle for the throne became so fierce that many people died, including Yuan Zhan's first wife, Chen Lixia.

At the age of twenty-eight, Yuan Zhan was put on the throne. At that time, he would hold his eight-year-old daughter, Yuan Baohua, and weep bitterly in the middle of the night. He would tell the spirit tablet of Empress Chen that he would overcome all difficulties and make his daughter the Crown Princess, so that she could become the first female emperor of Jiang Kingdom.

However, after the birth of the eldest prince, Yuan Baoshan, Yuan Zhan never said such a thing again.

When Yuan Baoshan turned one year old, several concubines in the imperial harem became pregnant.

At the age of thirty, Yuan Zhanli betrothed Liu Jia, who was twenty, to be his empress. The two emperors ruled together, and Yuan Baoshan was appointed as the crown prince. He devoted himself to alchemy and only concerned himself with some important political affairs.

Ten-year-old Yuan Baohua had her own palace and princess residence that year.

Previously, Yuan Baohua had always lived in a side hall of the Taihe Palace in the Yuanzhan Palace, and his daily life and diet were in accordance with the rations for the Crown Prince, and sometimes even the Emperor.

[Holy crap, this is such a huge difference!]

[From crown prince to princess, wouldn't anyone feel psychologically unbalanced?]

No wonder I always felt there was a hidden murderous intent in Yuan Baohua's eyes when he looked at Yuan Baoshan. Who wouldn't hate that?

Yuan Baohua possessed both ability and ambition, and also had the emperor's personal promise.

Yuan Baoshan only had one more hair than her, yet he was able to seize the crown prince position that rightfully belonged to her.

Tsk tsk tsk!

The little panda thought that if it were Yuan Baohua, it would definitely lie low and try to fight for that position.

Ji Xunxi's words also corroborated Little Panda's guess, "Zhouzhou, do you know? My mother is a very talented and capable person. She has served as regent for the country several times and has never made a mistake."

"Everyone in the capital praises Empress Liu's political achievements, but I think that if my mother had such power, she would have done no worse than Empress Liu."

“The power of the regent is still not great enough. There are many things my mother wants to do, but she can’t do them decisively. There are countless eyes watching my mother, both openly and secretly. Those people are my mother’s younger brother and sister. They all hope that my mother will fall so that they can take her place. I will not allow this to happen.”

“I want my mother to get everything she wants, and I want my mother and I to have enough power to do whatever we want.”

When she said these words, Ji Xunxi deliberately lowered her voice. If the little panda's ears hadn't been right next to her mouth, she wouldn't have been able to hear them at all.

But Ji Xunxi's eyes were frighteningly bright, filled with starlight and hope, or one could call it ambition.

The little panda thought that Ji Xunxi had been holding back for a long time because she hadn't directly said that she wanted to become emperor.

The little panda stretched out its paw and patted Ji Xunxi's face. [Hey, your face is burning!]

The little panda didn't know that some people's faces turn red when they are excited. She remembered reading in her textbook that when humans catch a cold, their faces become flushed.

The little panda didn't want to be held by a patient tomorrow, so she took out a fruit.

[People, eat!]

While the spiritual fruit doesn't have the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life for mortals, it does have the effect of treating minor illnesses, strengthening the body, and prolonging life.

Ji Xunxi took the spiritual fruit, but did not eat it. Instead, she carefully stored it in a sandalwood box.

The little panda realized that she wanted to leave it to Yuan Baohua.

What a filial son!

The little panda was a little touched, and she took out another fruit and fed it to Ji Xunxi.

This food is specially for you; you're not allowed to give it to anyone else this time!

This time, Ji Xunxi ate it. With tears in her eyes, she hugged the little panda tightly, saying, "Zhouzhou, I knew you still liked me the most."

"You gave the Queen the spiritual fruit on the spot, definitely to distract everyone."

"You secretly gave me the spirit fruit, surely to better protect me."

"Don't worry, I will continue to be patient and wait for the right time to act."

The little panda was completely bewildered. What was all this? What was going on?

She didn't think that much.

Empress Liu Jia was well served tonight, so the little panda rewarded her.

Ji Xunxi fell ill, so the little panda took care of her.

Why do people complicate such a simple matter?

The red panda couldn't understand.

The little panda was too lazy to understand.

The red panda chooses to sleep!

When Wen Xichun arrived in the capital, the reputation of the red panda, the guardian beast of the nation, had already spread throughout the streets and alleys.

"Zhouzhou..."

Zhouzhou isn't a guardian mythical beast; she's just her little panda.

No one can take Zhouzhou away from her.

Wen Xichun hated trouble, and getting Zhouzhou back was a very troublesome thing, but Wen Xichun felt excited just thinking about it.

She looked at the red string on her right hand, which was woven with bits of panda fur that had fallen out.

When Wenxi Chun was braiding red ropes, the little panda even complained that they looked too strange.

However, without the company of this strange red rope, Wen Xichun would have long since become a madman who only knew how to kill.

The little panda may never know that Wenxi Chun had seen her countless times in his dreams.

Whenever Wen Xichun was in a bad mood and wanted to kill someone, she would weave a doll out of straw in the shape of a little panda.

Whether in her previous life or this one, Wen Xichun had woven countless straw bears in a dilapidated temple.

But there were always some naughty children who thought her straw bears were cute and wanted to snatch them away.

Those who tried to steal the straw bear were either killed or injured, and of course, young Wen Xichun was also injured at that time.

But she doesn't regret it!

Wen Xichun sometimes felt that God was still kind to her, sending the red panda to her side.

For the past six months, Wen Xichun would always secretly take the little panda into her arms after she fell asleep, and then get up before the little panda woke up.

This wasn't difficult, because the little panda went to bed early and woke up late, so it never noticed that Wenxichun was still as clingy as it was on the first night.

Wen Xichun thought that these past six months had probably been the happiest time of her life. She had a large courtyard, cotton clothes and quilts, no worries about making a living, and she could catch a glimpse of the little panda at any time.

She had once foolishly believed that she would be happy like this for the rest of her life.

But someone ruined her happiness and took the baby panda from her by despicable means!

“Ji Xunxi…”

Wen Xichun murmured the name, her face, which had remained unchanged for years, now filled with anger and murderous intent.

If the old people of Xihe Village saw this, they would surely shout, "The female demon is going to kill someone!"

She was indeed going to kill someone.

Wen Xichun touched the sword in her hand. This was the first sword she had ever held in this life, and it hadn't been sharpened yet.

But Wen Xichun seemed to hear the hum of a sword, and she slowly made a promise, "Wait a moment, I will make sure you drink your fill of blood!"