The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Emperor Jing's study.

A memorial lay casually on Emperor Jing's desk. He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing out at the darkness.

The memorial was from Prince Qing, requesting Emperor Jing to thoroughly investigate the fire at the Prince's residence that day, but the words of the secret agent who reported back that morning kept echoing in his mind.

“Murong Peifeng has long had dealings with Prince Qing, and even has connections with the State of Qi.”

Qi Kingdom? Emperor Jing's eyes were full of suspicion. He had long known that Prince Qing was restless, but he did not know that Prince Qing was already so anxious and had long been colluding with other countries.

……

Prince Qing's Mansion.

The accounting office was burned to the ground, and Princess Qing was so frightened that she could only lie in bed.

"How could it be such a coincidence? Someone must have done it on purpose!" Jing Rou said angrily.

Prince Qing sat to one side, his eyes fierce, lost in thought.

The next day.

Although it's not Mid-Autumn Festival yet, the air was already quite cool when I woke up this morning.

"Princess, please wear this turquoise robe today." Afang took the dress from the maid.

Jing Anle sat in front of the bronze mirror and glanced at it sideways. It wasn't frivolous, nor was it hot.

"Please change me into these!"

After speaking, Jing Anle stood up, and several palace maids surrounded her to help her dress. Jing Anle stood out in the crowd, noble and aloof. Even with her eyes gently closed, her powerful aura was undeniable.

……

Jiying Palace.

After yesterday's events, Jing Rou's disgust for Jing Anle intensified, but she couldn't show it in front of everyone. In addition, the fire at Prince Qing's mansion yesterday made her expression very awkward.

Jing Anle arrived early today, which was unusual for him; when he arrived, only Jing Rou was there.

"The princess has arrived quite early. Of course, a joyous occasion at the Prince's residence naturally brings a sense of exhilaration!" Jing Anle said sarcastically, casually tossing out a few words.

As expected, Jing Rou's already bad expression turned very strange after hearing this. She was already indignant about this matter, and now that Jing Anle had deliberately brought it up, it was obviously intentional.

Provoked by Jing Anle's words, she couldn't hold back any longer. She glanced around and, seeing that there was no one else, stood up and angrily walked towards Jing Anle.

"Jing Anle!"

Jing Rou said in a sharp tone.

Huh? Jing Anle had just sat down when a shadow covered her eyes, followed by a harsh remark. She frowned, looked up, and glanced at Jing Rou with impatience in her eyes.

"Princess, you mustn't be rude to the princess." At this moment, Afang saw that the situation was not right, so she quickly stepped forward and stretched out a hand to block Jing Anle.

Jing Rou glared at A Fang and said fiercely, "What do you think you are!" Then she slapped A Fang across the face.

Afang was also caught off guard; the sudden pain stunned her, and she stared blankly at Jingrou.

"presumptuous!"

Jing Anle slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and slapped Jing Rou hard across the face. The movement was clean and swift, and the crisp sound was exceptionally loud in the vast palace.

"Princess!" Can'er, who was standing next to her, looked frightened and was about to help Jingrou when Afang held her back tightly.

Jing Rou was slapped to the ground. This slap was fueled by hatred accumulated from her past life. She wished she could stab her to death with a sword and grind her bones to dust!

"You..." Jing Rou felt dizzy from the slap, covering her injured cheek with one hand. Blood was seeping from the corner of her mouth as she stared at Jing Anle in disbelief.

"How dare you hit me!"

Jing Anle seemed to have heard something amusing, snorted coldly, squatted down, met Jing Rou's eyes, and clicked her tongue twice.

"It was you who hit!"

Before Jing Rou could react, he slapped her several more times.

"you……"

Jing Rou was utterly terrified by the beating. She lay helplessly on the ground, her eyes filled with fear and dread. She tried to back away, but she couldn't muster any strength.

As Jing Anle approached her step by step, Jing Rou could only desperately shrink back, her voice trembling, "You...you don't come any closer!"

"What are you afraid of!"

Jing Anle's smile was unusually eerie. "So this is scary, Jing Rou. Did you ever think that this day would come when you were so ruthless in your past life?"

"You madman! Help! Help! The princess has killed someone!" Jing Rou shouted desperately.

To ensure everyone could focus on their studies, no unauthorized personnel were allowed to enter the Jiying Hall. Only a few palace servants would enter around 7 AM, but that would be soon.

"Tsk tsk, she's really not easily frightened!" Jing Anle clicked her tongue twice, and as she spoke, she pulled out the gold hairpin from her hair.

Jing Rou was terrified by Jing Anle's appearance, thinking that she was going to kill her. She retreated like a madwoman, "What... what are you going to do!" Her voice was sharp, almost screaming.

"What do you think?" Jing Anle smiled dismissively.

"If you dare to touch me, my father will not let you get away with it!"

"Hahahaha!" Jing Anle burst out laughing.

"why are you laughing?"

Just then, footsteps sounded outside. Jing Rou, as if grasping at a straw, cried out, "Help! Help! The princess has killed someone!"

Afang also looked at Jing Anle nervously.

Jing Anle, however, fell directly to the ground, throwing her hairpin aside and loosening her hair bun, with two strands of hair falling around her ears. One second her eyes were filled with a cold smile, and the next second they became pitiful, her eyes brimming with tears, sparkling and looking utterly pathetic.

"What are you doing!" Jing Rou was confused by Jing Anle's series of actions, but she immediately understood what Jing Anle meant.

"Princess! Princess..."

The speaker was Xia Tingfu. He had vaguely heard some noise as soon as he entered the gate, and as soon as he stepped into the inner hall, he saw Jing Anle and Jing Rou looking disheveled, as if... they had been fighting.