The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

The scenery of the Imperial Garden remains the same, but Jing Anle's state of mind is no longer what it used to be.

Jing Anle fiddled with his sleeve, admiring the blooming peonies before him, waiting for the show to begin.

Sure enough, a short while later, Jing Rou gracefully approached from afar, dressed in a light pink palace gown embroidered with lotus flowers. She had a slender waist, and with light makeup, she was as beautiful as a flower and as lovely as the moon.

"This humble woman greets the princess." Jing Rou was graceful and curtsied slightly. Accompanying her was her half-sister Jing Rong, who, although pretty, paled in comparison to Jing Rou.

Upon hearing the news that Jing Anle had come to the Imperial Garden, Jing Rou sent someone to inform Murong Peifeng and then rushed over.

"Get up," Jing Anle said casually, fiddling with a delicate peony, without even glancing at the sisters.

Seeing Jing Anle's arrogant demeanor, Jing Rou was not annoyed. She said gently, "I heard that the princess has just recovered from her illness, so I have come to pay my respects."

Seeing that Jing Anle remained silent, Jing Rong, who was standing next to her, said, "After returning to the manor that day, my sister punished herself by copying the palace rules ten times and did not leave her room for three days. Princess, my sister has already realized her mistake."

"Rong'er, shut up." Jing Rou pretended to be annoyed, stopping Jing Rong from continuing.

"Princess, I have failed to properly educate my younger sister. Please do not blame me." Jing Rou pulled Jing Rong to bow again.

These two put on a wonderful duo performance; it's a real shame they don't go into opera.

Jing Anle said slowly, "A country has its laws, and a palace has its rules. As a princess of Jing Kingdom, I naturally have the responsibility to manage things." Jing Anle picked a peony and presented it to Jing Rou, continuing, "Just like this peony, how can it bloom well if it's not taken care of?"

Jing Rou's heart tightened: How could Jing Anle say such a thing? She's usually so dense, could she have really broken her head? But she remained expressionless.

"Since you've admitted your mistake, let's enjoy the flowers together," Jing Anle said slowly.

"Yes, Princess." Jing Rou dug her nails into her palms. She hated Jing Anle's appearance. They were both royal daughters, yet she had to be so subservient.

Murong Peifeng, who was hiding in the distance waiting for an opportunity, felt that Jing Anle was being unreasonable.

A few days ago, when he met Jing Rou, she told him that he felt Jing Anle was arrogant and unreasonable. Although she was a princess, she was not even half as gentle as Jing Rou. If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to seduce Jing Anle, he would never have given her a second glance.

Murong Peifeng then released the venomous snake from the bamboo tube, which slithered toward Jing Anle's back. This venomous snake came from the Western Regions and was very obedient after being trained.

Jing Anle estimated that it was about time, and with a glance out of the corner of her eye, she indeed spotted a dark figure in the distance. She planned to wait for the venomous snake to get close so that Murong Peifeng could play the hero and save the beauty. But this time, Jing Anle wouldn't let him have his way.

She pretended to be the first to spot the snake, feigning great fear and screaming, "There's a snake!"

The scene immediately descended into chaos, with palace servants repeatedly shouting: Protect the princess!

Meanwhile, in a tree opposite the Imperial Garden, a dark figure was observing from the shadows, about to make a move, when a dagger struck first.

Jing Rou felt someone push her forward, and a poisonous snake was right in front of her. She screamed in fright, but suddenly her waist tightened, and she was lifted into the air as someone grabbed her. The snake was also killed by that person and cut in two.

In a dizzying moment, Jing Rou saw that the person who had hugged her was actually Murong Peifeng. After she was put down, Jing Rou and Murong Peifeng looked at each other and realized that their plan had failed.

But the two had no choice but to pretend they didn't know each other. Jing Rou acted like a little girl, saying, "Thank you for saving me, young master."

Jingrong rushed over and asked with concern, "Are you alright, sister?"

"I'm fine, thanks to this young master." Jing Rou saw that her plan had failed, but she still wanted to gain favor with Murong Pei Fengbo in front of Jing Anle.

"It was nothing, just a small favor," Murong Peifeng said, displaying the demeanor of a humble gentleman. Today, he wore a sky-blue brocade robe with a purple jade belt around his waist, looking dashing and handsome, like Pan An.

Murong Peifeng pretended to leave, but Afang stopped him, saying, "How dare you! You don't even bow to the princess!"

Upon seeing him again, Jing Anle was filled with intense hatred. She gritted her teeth and suppressed the surging resentment in her heart, asking, "Who are you?" Now that the protagonist had made his appearance, it was time for Jing Anle to play her part.

Murong Peifeng then turned his gaze to Jing Anle, but was slightly taken aback. He had assumed Jing Anle was just an ordinary woman, but she turned out to be a stunning beauty with exquisite features and unparalleled elegance. He couldn't help but recall Jing Rou's words: "What good is beauty if you're just a pretty face, uneducated and ignorant of literature?"

Murong Peifeng feigned surprise and knelt down to pay his respects: "Your humble servant Murong Peifeng of the Marquis of Pingchang pays his respects to Your Highness! I was unaware that Your Highness was here, please forgive me!"

Seeing that Jing Anle seemed interested in Murong Peifeng, Jing Rou chimed in, "The Pingchang Marquis's family has produced generals for generations, and Young Master Murong is also exceptionally handsome, truly admirable."

Jing An was delighted to see the two putting on an act in front of her, so she simply said to Jing Rou, "Since you praise him so highly, why don't I inform my father and ask him to grant you a marriage?"

Jing Rou and Murong Peifeng were both stunned. Jing Rou spoke first: "Princess, I have only heard about it. As for bestowing a marriage upon you, I have no such intention. I beg you to withdraw your order."

Murong Peifeng continued, "Princess, I have never met the princess before. I should not delay her good match."

Jing Anle gazed at Murong Peifeng with a cold look in her eyes and said in a low voice, "How do you know she is a princess and not a concubine?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, both Jing Rou and Murong Peifeng were startled, and Jing Rou dared not look at Murong Peifeng.

Murong Peifeng composed himself and said calmly, "In the palace, everyone knows that the princess and the county princess are on good terms. Moreover, the county princess is dressed in the style of a royal woman. I dare to make this guess, and I hope the princess will forgive me."

Jing Rou breathed a sigh of relief. As expected of the man she had chosen, he was quick-witted and intelligent.

"Hahahaha." Jing Anle suddenly burst out laughing, leaving everyone present somewhat bewildered.

"Excellent eloquence, excellent deduction!" Jing Anle clapped and cheered. "I was just joking, look how scared you all are, get up," Jing Anle continued.

Murong Peifeng then stood up and looked at Jing Rou, the situation before them completely different from their plans.

"I see that Your Highness is quite skilled. Please do me a favor," Jing Anle said, playing with the ring on his hand.

"Your Highness is too kind. It is my honor to serve you," Murong Peifeng said respectfully, seeing that things were turning around.

Jing Anle looked up and pointed to the big tree next to him. Everyone was puzzled. Jing Anle smiled and said, "Please trouble the young master to knock down the hornet's nest in this tree."

Murong Peifeng was taken aback. A wasp sting could be more devastating than a battle, but in order to win Jing Anle's favor, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree: "Then please step back, Princess, to avoid accidentally hurting her."

So Jing Anle and his entourage retreated to the pavilion in the middle of the lake and watched from afar.

Murong Peifeng arrived at the tree and indeed saw a hornet's nest the size of a human head. He wielded a dagger, and the hornet's nest fell to the ground. He quickly tore off his coat and wrapped the nest up.

Unexpectedly, everything went so smoothly. Jing Rou, watching from afar, clenched her handkerchief, inwardly cheering.

However, before Murong Peifeng could even claim credit, a swarm of wasps surrounded him from behind, leaving him no time to dodge. Murong Peifeng tried to shoo them away with both hands, but the wasps stung even more fiercely. Wherever he hid, the wasps followed.

Seeing Murong Peifeng being chased by wasps, Jing Anle finally felt a sense of relief and pretended to be shocked, saying, "Rou'er, what should we do?"

Jing Rou also looked worried. "Your Highness, I think it would be better to ask the Imperial Guards for help."

"Someone, go and fetch the Imperial Guards," Jing Anle said solemnly, waving his sleeve.

About half an hour later, the Imperial Guards finally arrived. After driving away the wasps, Murong Peifeng's handsome face was completely disfigured.

Murong Peifeng felt his face swell up, and it hurt terribly when he touched it lightly. He felt that he had been tricked by Jing Anle, but he dared not retaliate. He could only kneel down and beg for forgiveness: "Your Majesty, I have failed in my duties and ask for your punishment."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Jing Anle clicked his tongue with a smile, staring at Murong Peifeng with hatred in his eyes. "The young master is agile, but this beast is too arrogant. He didn't expect to die in the end."

"You've worked hard today, Your Highness. You may leave now." After saying this, Jing Anle left without paying attention to the people present, leaving Murong Peifeng, Jing Rou, and Jing Rong at a loss.

A figure in the distance, perched on a tree, took a sip from a wine jug at his waist and exclaimed, "What a fine show!"