The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

In the fifteenth year of the Zhenghe reign of the Jing Kingdom, it was the beginning of summer.

"It's terrible, Princess! The rebels have broken in! We have to run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, chaos erupted inside and outside the palace, with palace servants scattering in all directions.

Jing Anle ripped off her veil and asked incredulously, "What did you say?"

Today is the wedding day of Princess Jing Anle of Jing Kingdom and Murong Peifeng, the heir of the Marquis of Pingchang. How could there be rebels? Before Jing Anle could ask any more questions, there was a loud noise outside the door. Murong Peifeng, her future husband, entered. However, he was not wearing wedding clothes, but military uniform!

Seeing her lover right in front of her, Jing Anle rushed over, but before she could ask him anything, she was knocked unconscious by a chop to the neck.

Yongfu Palace.

Jing Anle didn't know how long she had been unconscious. Her neck was throbbing. She slowly opened her eyes and heard a familiar male voice say, "You're finally awake."

Jing Anle rubbed her sore neck, and her vision gradually cleared. It was Murong Peifeng. She exclaimed with joy, "Brother Peifeng, what exactly happened? Why did Afang say that rebels had entered the palace? By the way, where is Afang?"

Murong Peifeng was wiping his sword when he heard her speak, and then sheathed it.

Following his gaze, Jing Anle noticed the maid Afang lying on the ground, covered in blood and lifeless.

Jing Anle cried out anxiously, "Afang, wake up, wake up!" She was terrified, and tears streamed down her face, ruining her makeup.

"She's dead." Murong Peifeng said coldly, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

Jing Anle looked at Pei Feng in front of her, who seemed like a completely different person, and tentatively called out, "Brother Pei Feng?"

Murong Peifeng stood up and slowly approached her, his tone icy cold, "I killed her."

Jing Anle was startled and took a step back, still unwilling to give up, she said, "Brother Pei Feng, you're lying to me, aren't you?"

Murong Peifeng ignored her and continued, "I am not surnamed Murong either. My surname is Qi, and I am the fifth prince of the Qi Kingdom."

"Back then, Empress Qi wouldn't tolerate me and chased after my mother who was about to give birth. To save my life, my mother switched me with the heir of the Murong family. Over the years, the Qi Kingdom has maintained contact with me. Now, as long as we conquer the Jing Kingdom, my father will pass the throne to me."

Murong Peifeng became more and more excited as he spoke, and the smile on his handsome face became distorted.

Anle felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head. "Brother Pei Feng, what Qi Kingdom? What prince?"

Jing Anle couldn't believe what she was seeing. She grabbed Murong Peifeng's arm, as if she wanted to hear the answer she wanted to hear, but she saw that Murong Peifeng was wearing Qi Kingdom armor, which was gleaming with a cold light.

She didn't believe Murong Peifeng's words, so she ran out of bed and rushed to the palace gate. As soon as she opened the door, a bloody smell hit her nose. There was blood and corpses everywhere. She had never seen such a scene before and was so frightened that she covered her mouth with her hands to prevent herself from vomiting.

Jing Anle retreated step by step in fear, only now believing Murong Peifeng's words, her wide skirt tangled in knots. She turned and roared at Murong, "Where are my father and brother? What have you done to them?"

"Naturally, they were killed by a hail of arrows, and their corpses were hung on the city gate!"

A boisterous laugh came from behind, and a beautiful woman dressed in bright red swaggered in!

Jing Anle was slightly taken aback when she saw the person in front of her. It was her cousin, Princess Jing Rou. She immediately scolded, "Rou'er? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Sister probably doesn't know yet, but your father and brother were just shot dead by Pei Feng. Not only them, but also your uncle General Qin and his family are hanging on the city gate, still fresh and hot!"

After saying that, she twisted her slender waist and took Pei Feng's arm.

Seeing their intimate behavior, Jing Anle finally realized what was happening, "You two, you've been having an affair behind my back!"

Jing Rou slowly approached her, "Even at a time like this, you still care about this. You're as foolish as ever."

Jing Anle looked at Jing Rou in disbelief, but her body went limp against her will. "Impossible! I don't believe it, you're lying to me!"

"It's true that Pei Feng and I are in love, as for the rest..." After saying this, Jing Rou clapped her hands, and two guards came in carrying two heads, which they threw in front of Jing Anle.

Jing Anle was stunned. This... this was actually his father and brother. The blood on their two heads had dried, but their eyes were fixed on the front.

She wailed like a madwoman, "Father, brother!" Jing Anle was about to rush forward, but was held back by the guards and could not move.

Jing Anle questioned, "Jing Rou, why did you do this? Why? This is your own uncle!"

“Uncle?” Jing Rou sneered. “As long as he’s around, my father will never become emperor, and I will only ever be a princess, forever overshadowed by you!”

“Even Pei Feng is your husband, so what right do you have? I’m not reconciled!” Jing Rou’s smile was chilling.

"But I have to thank you for this. If you hadn't given the map to Brother Pei Feng, how could the Qi army have entered the palace gates so smoothly? And how could my father have received them?"

Jing Anle clenched her fists, used all her strength to break free from the guards, and stepped forward to slap Jing Rou hard across the face. "Bitch!"

However, Murong Peifeng pushed him to the ground, scraping his hand badly.

Jing Rou clutched her cheek in pain and angrily cursed, "Jing Anle, how dare you hit me!"

After a while, as if she had thought of something, she turned her anger into laughter, "Brother Pei Feng, since today is my sister's wedding night, it's not good to leave her alone in her room. I think the soldiers have worked hard today, so why don't we let them serve my sister?"

"Do whatever Rou'er says." After saying that, Murong Peifeng waved his hand and shouted, "Guards, drag this abandoned woman inside."

Murong Peifeng gently stroked Jing Rou's cheek, not sparing Jing Anle a single glance.

Sitting on the ground, Jing Anle looked at the two despicable people in front of her and let out a maniacal laugh, "You two despicable people..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jing Anle was dragged inside by more than a dozen men, where she could hear screams and sounds of men making merry.

Meanwhile, outside, Murong Peifeng and Jing Rou flirted and teased each other, while Jing Anle was humiliated by others.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the soldiers left, and Jing Rou swayed as she went in.

Jing Anle lay sprawled on the ground, her pretty face pale, her wedding dress torn and disheveled, blood flowing between her legs, bruises all over her body, and her eyes vacant.

Jing Rou revealed a triumphant smile, "Sister, were you having a great time just now?"

Seeing that Jing Anle didn't speak, Jing Rou continued, "Look at what I'm saying, sister must be extremely happy, otherwise why wouldn't she say anything?"

Jing Anle lay on the ground, Jing Rou's words like needles piercing her heart. She hated herself for being blind, for mistaking scheming for a vow of eternal love, and even for stealing a map for Murong Peifeng, which led to the destruction of her country, the loss of her family, and the death of her loved ones.

She regretted ignoring her father's advice and insisting on marrying the man she loved. Even the maid could see things clearly, but she couldn't. And Jing Rou, whom she had always regarded as her younger sister, turned out to be such a vicious person.

"Since you're not going to speak, then I'll take you to a family reunion." Jing Rou's voice reached her ears, and she called out sweetly, "Brother Pei Feng."

Murong Peifeng entered, carrying a precious sword—a birthday gift from Jing Anle. Looking at Murong Peifeng's figure, Jing Anle felt a deep irony and burst into maniacal laughter.

Seeing her strange smile, Jing Rou stepped forward and grabbed her throat, "What are you laughing at? Don't laugh!"

With her throat gripped, Jing Anle was speechless and couldn't laugh anymore. She glared fiercely at Jing Rou, who was terrified by her gaze and cried out urgently, "Brother Pei Feng, do it!"

Jing Anle felt a sharp pain in her body. She looked down helplessly and saw that Murong's sword had pierced her body.

She stared at Murong Peifeng, feeling a metallic taste rise in her throat, and then blood began to trickle from the corner of her mouth.

Murong Peifeng squatted down and whispered in Jing Anle's ear, "I have never liked you. My heart has always belonged to Rou'er. From the time we met to the time we married, it was all just a scheme."

After saying that, Murong Peifeng forcefully pulled out the sharp sword, and blood splattered everywhere!

"Sister, may you have a safe journey! From now on, I will be the only princess of Jing Kingdom, and I will take good care of Brother Pei Feng for you." Jing Rou revealed a victor's smile.

Anle looked at the two despicable people in front of her, and her hatred reached its peak!

With blood in his mouth, he sobbed, "Even if I become a vengeful ghost, I will not let you go!"

Jing Anle finally succumbed to her injuries, collapsing to the ground like a weeping phoenix, a breathtaking sight. Only her eyes remained fixed straight ahead, refusing to close.