The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Jing Anle had a dream in which she was a wandering soul. She saw the palace littered with corpses and rivers of blood. Her father and brother had their heads cut off and hung on the city wall, exposed to the wind and rain. She also saw Murong Peifeng and Jing Rou indulging in pleasure, reveling every night.

A tear slid down Jing Anle's cheek as a familiar voice rang in her ears, "Princess? Princess?"

Jing Anle slowly opened her eyes. Above her head was a bed canopy woven with gold thread. Yes, she had been reborn, but the tragic scenes of her previous life would still occasionally float before her eyes, as if reminding her not to forget revenge.

"Afang, get ready," Jing Anle said. Today was a typical day for her to go to class, and she told herself that she would take each step firmly.

The Imperial Garden was the only way to get to the Jiying Hall for classes, so students would pass by it.

"Miss, Princess Anle is ahead. Should we go up and say hello?" Kou Shuran's maid, Tingxiang, whispered a reminder.

Kou Shuran looked up and saw Jing Anle and her maid in front of her. She said in a cold tone, "No, perhaps Princess Anle doesn't like to be disturbed."

After hearing this, Tingxiang followed Kou Shuran silently with her head down. As Kou Shuran's personal maid, she naturally knew what was on her mind.

Ever since Kou Shuran fell in love with Xiao Heng at the last poetry gathering, her mind has been entirely focused on him. However, now that she knows the person she admires already has someone in his heart, and that person happens to be the beautiful Princess Anle, Kou Shuran simply cannot get close to Jing Anle.

This scene was witnessed by Jing Rou, who was not far away. Jing Rou smiled and was quite satisfied with Kou Shuran's actions. However, she was thinking about how to add fuel to the fire.

Everything is calm and peaceful today.

After class, Jing Anle returned to the palace and was leisurely pruning the flowers and plants. She was waiting for the show to begin.

"Princess, there's still no news. Could it be..." Mu Ping asked, her voice full of worry.

Jing Anle blew on the leaves on the scissors, her tone relaxed, "Don't worry, it's only the first day!" Seeing Mu Ping's worried look, Jing Anle turned around and smiled, "Don't worry, we'll get the results we want soon."

Although Mu Ping was worried, she still chose to believe Jing Anle.

On this peaceful day, Yongfu Palace was calm and quiet, but the Pingchang Marquis's residence outside the palace was filled with dread.

Murong Peifeng tore the letter in his hand to shreds, his fists clenched tightly under his sleeves, making a cracking sound.

"Your Highness, please calm down," the attendant Gao Jian whispered, trying to persuade him.

Although Gao Jian did not know the contents of the letter, he knew that it must be something very unfavorable to him to make Murong Peifeng so angry.

"Gao An!" Murong Peifeng's voice choked with emotion.

"You are here!"

“My mother is gone…” Murong Peifeng’s eyes were shrouded in a hazy sadness.

Gao An froze, unable to believe it either, and could only offer words of comfort: "Your Highness, please accept my condolences."

"You can go out now." Murong Peifeng waved his hand, uttering a few words numbly.

Gao An wisely turned and left, knowing that Murong Peifeng needed to process this news on his own.

Although Murong Peifeng was the heir of the Marquis's mansion, he was not favored by his mother. At the time, he did not understand why, even though they were all his mother's children, his mother favored his second brother. Even his father could not stand it and scolded his mother.

He remembered that when he was a child, his mother would always serve food to his second brother, while ignoring him. In order to get a word of concern from his mother, he worked hard to get first place in the exam, but it was not as good as a sweet word from his second brother after he failed the exam.

“Madam, Pei Feng is also your son, how can you be so biased?” Murong Chong said.

Lady Wu Zhihua said calmly, "My lord, Pei Feng is already grown up, and Pei Lin is mischievous, so it always takes some effort."

Whenever this topic came up, Murong Chong and Wu Zhihua would always part on bad terms, and even Murong Peifeng always thought it was because his second brother was too young.

When he was seven years old, he won first place and wanted to show it to his mother, but he overheard her under the windowsill explaining why she didn't like him.

"Granny, do you think I've been too mean to Feng'er?" Wu Zhihua asked.

The nanny who was combing Wu Zhihua's hair said gently, "They are all flesh and blood of the madam, how could we not love them!"

“Granny, you don’t know…” Wu Zhihua dismissed the other maids and continued, “Seven years ago, I went up the mountain to worship Buddha, but my stomach suddenly started to hurt. The pain of childbirth made me faint. When I woke up, Feng’er was lying safely next to me.”

"It's strange, but as a new mother, I can't feel any affection for my baby..."

The old woman whispered, "What Madam means is..."

“Grandma, you watched me grow up, so there are some things I won’t hide from you. I’ve always felt that Feng’er isn’t my biological child.”

“Madam, you…” the nanny exclaimed in shock.

Wu Zhihua sighed, "I know that Granny must think I'm overthinking it, but I've been a mother twice. When I gave birth to Lin'er, I cherished him terribly. Whenever he cried, my heart ached for him. It's true that a mother and child are connected at heart."

"Madam, you can just tell me what you're saying, but you absolutely mustn't let the Marquis know, and you definitely can't let the eldest young master know either," the nanny said earnestly.

Wu Zhihua nodded, which was taken as an agreement.

Murong Peifeng, who was hiding under the windowsill, heard all of this. He couldn't believe that his mother suspected he wasn't her son. He was deeply shocked at such a young age. He, who was always obedient, ran away from the Marquis's mansion that day and didn't return all night.

On the same day, a man in his fifties found him in an abandoned alley.

No one knows what Murong Peifeng went through that day. He didn't believe it at first, but the man not only pointed out the birthmark on his body, but also told him that there was a mother in the distant Qi Kingdom who missed him.

The word "mother" made Murong Peifeng hesitate.

"Can I go back to see my mother now?" Young Murong Peifeng's eyes shone with anticipation.

But the man shook his head.

"Why? You're lying to me."

“I dare not lie to you, but if you wish to see your mother, you must do as I say,” the man said.

Although Murong Peifeng was young, he was not stupid. He immediately took off running towards the Marquis's residence, but no one chased after him.

His running away from home did not bring him the maternal love he expected, but rather Wu Zhihua's family discipline. At such a young age, he knelt in the ancestral hall for a whole day. Murong Peifeng's last hope vanished like the candle burning in the ancestral hall.

From that day on, he was no longer Murong Peifeng, the heir of the Pingchang Marquis's mansion, but Qi Pei, the prince of the Qi Kingdom.

All these years, Murong Peifeng has always remembered that "Empress Qi has powerful backing. As long as we can take over Jing Kingdom, we can crush Empress Qi's faction, ascend the throne, and then we can see our mother again."

But all his long-cherished worries were gone, leaving only hatred for Empress Qi. Murong Peifeng clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "Empress Qi, you just wait!" He was determined to conquer the Jing Kingdom and take Empress Qi's head as a sacrifice for his mother!