The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

"Father, brother, don't go!"

Jing Anle stood in a fog. She saw her father, the emperor, and her brother waving to her. She ran forward happily, "So you're not dead."

She almost cried, but just as she was about to grab them, the people in front of her vanished. She screamed desperately, begging them not to leave her.

Jing Anle knelt on the ground, sobbing, "Why, why did you do this to me? Father, brother, Anle is so sorry." Suddenly, she felt dizzy and fell heavily to the ground.

"Princess, wake up, it's time for your medicine."

In her hazy state, she seemed to see her maid, Afang. But wasn't her Afang already dead?

She slowly opened her eyes, and it was indeed Afang. She rushed over anxiously and cried out, "Afang, it really is you! I thought I would never see you again!"

"Princess, what's wrong with you? Don't frighten me!" Afang was extremely anxious and ordered the others, "Quickly, go and call the imperial physician."

After all that, she realized she had been reborn, back to when she was fifteen, the year she fell into the lotus pond while trying to catch butterflies, instigated by Jing Rou.

That year also happened to be the year she first met Murong Peifeng. Looking back now, all that talk of a hero saving a beauty was just a good show put on by Murong Peifeng.

And she was indeed so foolish as to fall in love with Murong Peifeng and fall into his trap.

Now that God has given me another chance, I will never repeat the same mistakes.

Just then, a eunuch announced, "His Majesty has arrived!"

It was Emperor Jing who, seeing his beloved daughter's weak state, felt extremely distressed. He rushed to Jing Anle's side and exclaimed, "Anle, you've finally woken up!"

Jing Anle was of noble birth, a legitimate daughter of the emperor, and the only princess of the Jing Kingdom. Empress Qin Yin passed away from illness a few years after giving birth to Jing Anle, leaving only her and her elder brother Jing Fengyao. Emperor Jing doted on her, treating her as the apple of his eye.

The Emperor Jing before him exuded an aura of authority without anger, but on Jing Anle's face, he appeared as an anxious and loving father.

Looking at her living father, Jing Anle's heart pounded. She couldn't help but recall the tragic events of her past life, and tears streamed down her face. She threw herself into Emperor Jing's arms and cried, "Father, I thought I would never see you again."

Emperor Jing thought Jing Anle was frightened, so he gently patted Jing Anle's shoulder and coaxed her softly, "Anle, it's alright, your father is right here!"

Jing Anle sobbed uncontrollably in Emperor Jing's arms, then suddenly seemed to remember something: "Oh right, where is my brother?"

"Have you forgotten that your brother and younger brother Feng Yu went to Tai'an Mountain to invite Chi Wenyuan to come out of seclusion?" Jing Anle said indulgently.

Oh right, she almost forgot. Chi Wenyuan is known as the reincarnation of Zhuge Liang, and all countries are vying to bring him into their fold.

Jing Anle breathed a sigh of relief; as long as her brother was still alive, she felt at ease.

Seeing Princess Anle's dazed state, Emperor Jing then instructed the palace servants: "Bring out my snow ginseng to nourish Princess Anle. If you don't take good care of her, you will be held responsible."

Her father was still the same, spoiling her rotten. Thinking of the tragic events of her past life, Jing Anle clenched her fists and secretly vowed that she would never let history repeat itself.

These days are a busy and eventful time for the country, and Emperor Jing is overwhelmed with other matters. He told Emperor Jing to be happy and carefree, and then went to review the memorials.

Just as Jing Anle lay down, she heard Afang report: "Princess, Princess Rou has come to visit you."

Upon hearing this name, Jing Anle recalled the torment Jing Rou had inflicted upon her. She gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with simmering hatred, and with almost all her might, she managed to utter a few words: "Let her in."

A moment later, Jingrou gracefully entered and called out in a concerned tone, "I heard that you fell into the lake, sister. It scared me to death."

Jing Rou moved with a slender waist and delicate steps, her eyebrows and eyes like paintings, dressed in a beautiful turquoise robe and adorned with a jade hairpin; she was truly a beauty that would shame the moon and flowers. As Jing Rou walked towards him, Jing Anle's fingers gripped the mattress tightly, barely suppressing the urge to rush forward and kill her.

If she were truly worried, why would she have so much time to apply makeup? It's so obvious; she couldn't even tell in her past life. Not only did she treat Jingrou like her own younger sister, considering her needs in everything, but she also never disciplined her with palace etiquette.

After saying that, Jing Rou called a maid to bring a bowl of calming soup, intending to feed it to Jing Anle herself, "Sister, if you drink the soup, you will definitely recover faster."

Jing Anle snorted coldly and knocked the medicine out of Jing Rou's hand: "What kind of thing is this? How dare you give this princess some medicine!"

The palace servants were so frightened that they all knelt on the ground and shouted, "Princess, please calm down!" Jing Rou was also taken aback. She thought to herself, "Has this idiot lost his mind? He's always been the one who makes a fool of me before."

She assumed Jing Anle was just temporarily frightened, so she quickly stepped forward and pretended to comfort her: "Sister, are you frightened? This is a calming soup to help you rest."

That's Jingrou's skill; no matter what injustice she suffered, she always remained magnanimous, gentle, quiet, and kind.

Then I'll see how long you can remain submissive.

"Jing Rou! Do you know your crime!" Jing Anle said coldly, sitting on the bed.

Jing Rou was utterly astonished. She was stunned; Jing Anle would never speak to her in such a tone. She said, aggrieved, "Sister, what's wrong? It's just a bowl of calming soup..."

"How dare you defy me! You should address me as Your Highness Princess! You should refer to yourself as your subject!" Jing Anle interrupted.

"You have disregarded palace etiquette and committed insubordination. According to palace rules, you shall be punished with forty strokes of the cane. However, considering that you are a member of the imperial family, you shall be punished by kneeling at the gate of Yongfu Palace for one hour. If you dare to commit this offense again, you will not be spared!"

In the past, Jing Anle would comfort her whenever she pretended to be wronged, but now...

Jing Rou was stunned. She didn't understand what she had done. Although Jing Anle used to be arrogant and rude, she could always control her. How could she have become so sharp and imposing, as if she had become a completely different person?

"Sister~ No, Princess, I know I was wrong. I will go to the palace gate to accept my punishment right now." Jing Rou bowed respectfully and knelt down at the palace gate. Although she was unwilling, what Jing Anle said was true. The Jing Kingdom valued etiquette, and if the charge of disrespecting the princess was true, she would be severely punished.

It was midday, and the sun was scorching. The pampered Jing Rou was naturally in great discomfort. But Jing Rou would not be defeated by this little thing. For her father's grand plan, she had to endure it and stay by Jing Anle's side.

Sitting on the bed, Jing Anle stared at the doorway, a cold smile playing on her lips. She thought to herself, "Jing Rou, this is nothing. We'll see."

An hour is neither too long nor too short; it can cause Jingrou suffering without causing her harm. But for Jingrou, who is of noble birth, it seems like an eternity. The palace servants of Yongfu Palace come and go, and many of them secretly watch and laugh at her. This is what makes Jingrou, who prides herself on her noble status, feel uncomfortable.

She secretly vowed to make Jing Anle pay a hundredfold, but little did she know that Jing Anle was no longer the Princess Anle who could be manipulated at will.

In her past life, she naively trusted Jing Rou and Murong Peifeng, and her maid Abi was always there to fan the flames and push things along.

She waved in Abi's direction: "Abi, come here."

Abi, trembling, replied from afar, "Yes, Princess." She rose unsteadily, sweating profusely, and no one knew that her undergarments were soaked through.

She knelt down beside the bed and said respectfully, "What are your orders, Princess?"

"Abi, go and tell Princess Rou to leave the palace on her own when the time comes. There's no need for her to come and ask for permission," Jing Anle said casually as she looked Abi up and down.

In her past life, she was blinded by greed and couldn't see that Abi was Jingrou's person. No matter how much Afang tried to persuade her, she regarded Abi as her confidante, and in the end, Abi became a sharp blade that stabbed her.

This time, I will slowly torture Abi, making her wish she were dead.

Abi agreed and was about to leave when Jing Anle called out to her, "Wait." Abi paused. "Remind Princess Rou to leave the palace on foot, otherwise, what will become of the dignity of our Jing Kingdom?"

Abi dared not say more and quickly left the palace to tell Jingrou.

Jing Rou, oh Jing Rou, we have a long future ahead of us! Jing Anle slowly rubbed her temples, closing her eyes. However, her body was a little weak, and she needed to take good care of herself.