The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

"Mu Ping? Mu Ping?"

In a daze, Mu Ping seemed to hear someone calling her. She struggled to open her heavy eyes and saw Jing Anle looking anxious.

"Princess?" Wasn't she in Black Wind Valley? How did she end up here? Mu Ping struggled to get up, but the slightest movement aggravated her wound. Mu Ping groaned in pain and looked at her aching shoulder, which was wrapped in white bandages. She immediately remembered that she was injured.

"Don't move!" Jing Anle quickly stopped Mu Ping from getting up and tucked the blanket around her.

Mu Ping gently lay down, her voice weak from her injuries. "Princess, where am I? And where is Fang Xianda?" She vaguely remembered that Fang Xianda seemed to be dead before she lost consciousness.

Looking at the injured Mu Ping, Jing Anle felt a pang of guilt. She spoke gently, "This is the General's Mansion. Your friends brought you back. Fang Xianda is dead. Mu Ping, you've really had a hard time this time."

Upon hearing that Fang Xianda was truly dead, Mu Ping breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile appearing on her pale face. She said, "Princess, don't worry, I'm alright."

At this moment, Afang pushed open the door and came in carrying medicine. When she saw Muping, who had already woken up, Afang's eyes were full of tears, and her voice was already tinged with sobs, "Muping, you...you're finally awake, waaaaah, you scared me so much."

Mu Ping had been alone for many years. Although she had received care from the General's Mansion, this was the first time someone had cried so hysterically for her. She was stunned at first, then her nose tingled. She forced herself not to cry and said, "Alright, Afang, look, I'm fine!" She even tried to force a smile as she spoke.

"Afang, bring the medicine over!" Jing Anle felt a lump in her throat and wanted to break the silence.

Afang glanced at Muping, then at Jing Anle, sniffed, and said, "Princess, let me do it!"

“Yes, Princess, I can’t accept that,” Mu Ping agreed.

"Give it to me!" Jing Anle's tone was very firm.

Jing Anle's eyes were slightly red as she looked at Mu Ping and said, "You can handle it!"

Mu Ping stiffened. Qin Yin had said the same thing to her before. When Qin Yin rescued Mu Ping from her wanderings, she had said the same thing. Time had passed, and Mu Ping felt that her life belonged to Jing Anle. Her eyes flickered, and her voice choked with emotion as she said, "Princess~"

Qingyun Palace.

"You mean, the woman named Mu Ping was injured?" Xiao Heng asked, putting down his cup.

Xinwu nodded and said, "Exactly!"

"And what about Fang Xianda?"

“Our men saw from the shadows that Fang Xianda is dead,” Xin Wu said respectfully.

Xiao Heng seemed to have thought of something, but still said expressionlessly, "I understand, you may leave."

"Yes," Shenwu replied, and then disappeared.

……

After leaving the general's mansion, the sun was setting and it was getting late. Jing Anle sat in the carriage without saying a word. Looking at Jing Anle, Afang felt that a heavy shadow was hanging over the sky.

Mu Ping's injury today made Jing Anle realize that revenge is not just empty talk, but a bloody battle, which means that someone will inevitably bleed and someone will sacrifice. But in order to avoid greater war and more deaths in the future, she has no choice.

"Princess?" Afang tried to cheer Jing Anle up, saying, "Today is the fifteenth, there should be a lantern festival, why don't we go and take a look?"

Jing Anle snapped out of her reverie, looked at Afang who was worried about her, and replied, "Okay!"

The carriage changed direction and sped towards the bustling area. Jing Anle opened the small window. The streets were noisy and filled with lanterns. From a distance, it looked like fireworks in full bloom and a dazzling galaxy. Who could have imagined that such beauty would be gone in two years if it were not stopped?

"Stop the car!" Jing Anle called out.

The coachman reined in the carriage, bringing it to a smooth stop by the side of the road. "To avoid attracting attention, just keep your distance and protect me!"

The two guards exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Yes, Princess."

The lantern festival in Jing Kingdom was famously bustling, teeming with people. Although Jing Anle strolled along the street, she appeared preoccupied.

"Guess the riddles! Miss, would you like to guess a riddle? If you guess it right, this rabbit lantern is yours!" A vendor couldn't resist trying to sell Jing Anle, who was dressed so elegantly.

Jing Anle's attention was drawn, and she stopped in her tracks. "A rabbit lantern?"

"Yes, the rabbit lantern is so pretty!" the vendor exclaimed.

The rabbit was so lifelike that Jing Anle suddenly remembered that her mother had given her a similar lamp when she was young. The rabbit was white and had warm light shining inside. Unfortunately, she was too young at the time and didn't know where the lamp had gone.

Seeing that Jing Anle was interested, Afang immediately said happily, "Miss, why don't we give it a try!"

"Boss, how many riddles do I need to guess correctly to get this rabbit lantern?" Jing Anle asked.

Seeing that Jing Anle was dressed in fine clothes, the vendor knew that such a young lady must be well-versed in poetry and literature, and said with a smile, "This rabbit is of exquisite quality. If you guess three correctly, you can take it home."

"What if we guess wrong?" Afang asked in agreement.

The vendor blinked and said, "It's the shop's rule that you can only take it away if you answer correctly."

Jing Anle gave Afang a wink, and Afang immediately understood, taking out thirty coins and handing them to the shopkeeper.

The vendor, having received the money, smiled broadly and said, "Thank you, Miss. Then please start with the first dish!"

Jing Anle looked at the first lantern in front of him, which read: "What fire is smokeless?"

"What fire is without smoke?" Afang repeated it, scratching her head. What was this?

Seeing that Afang was stumped, the vendor figured that a lady from a prominent family like Jing Anle probably wouldn't know the answer, so he laughed and said, "Guess an insect."

Jing Anle smiled gently, wrote down the answer, and handed it to the vendor. The vendor didn't believe that Jing Anle had answered so quickly. He picked it up suspiciously and saw that she had answered correctly. He said, "Miss answered correctly. Please guess the second riddle."

"Miss, you are amazing!" Afang couldn't help but praise.

Jing Anle moved to the second riddle and examined it carefully. It read: "A monkey stands lightly on a treetop (guess a fruit)."

“Miss, this is even more difficult,” Afang muttered.

The vendor was overjoyed, as few people could guess this riddle. He said, "If you give up now, Miss, I'll give you a lantern instead."

Jing Anle ignored the vendor, picked up a pen and wrote down the answer, then handed it to the vendor.

The vendor was slightly taken aback, but after reading the note, his expression changed, and he immediately smiled and said, "Miss is very clever; there's still one last lantern left."

Jing Anle walked to the third lantern. This question was much more difficult than the previous two. The question was: "In my past life, I achieved nothing in terms of appearances; I listened to Buddhist scriptures instead of water chestnut songs. Do not say that this life is sinking into a dark sea; within my nature lies great light."

"To be honest, young lady, this is the shop's final challenge," the vendor explained.

Jing Anle was stunned for a moment. She silently thought about it twice but still couldn't come up with an answer. She glanced at the rabbit lantern and was about to turn around and leave when she heard a voice: "If you guess it, will you give the lantern to this young lady?"