When the Empress Becomes a Rich Family's Wasted Daughter

The bright moon is dim, and the stars are covered with dust.

A magnificent altar, lit by dazzling torches all around, illuminated everything.

Looking closely, there are eighty-one luck lamps scattered on the ground.

The most dazzling one in the middle is the emperor’s natal lamp.

In the blazing firelight, a woman in a yellow robe stood straight with her graceful profile showing her disdainful look.

At this moment, she was drawing the bow with a calm expression.

The arrow was pointing directly at the red light in the middle.

Her name was Rongzhen, and she was an abandoned baby adopted by a Taoist temple since she was young.

Later, he fought in the battlefield, pacified Zhongzhou, and unified the dynasty.

Over the years, she ascended the throne amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, becoming the first empress in the history of the Darong Dynasty!

Under the altar, all the civil and military officials were kneeling...

They once hated and rejected Rong Zhen. The cabinet ministers of the time wrote an angry manifesto cursing her as a monster that harmed people, was cruel and vicious, had a heart of a vicious snake, and slaughtered her brothers and sisters in order to seize the country.

The manifesto was signed by almost all the ministers of the previous dynasty.

And now, this woman who was scolded by censors all over the world had to sacrifice herself to pray to heaven to ensure the prosperity of the dynasty and the safety of the people of the world.

Everyone was moved.

There are huge crowds of people in the divine capital.

All the citizens of the capital spontaneously knelt down on both sides of the street, bidding farewell to this legendary empress whose life had shaken the world.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to do this?"

"I have made up my mind!"

Rong Zhen's face was slightly raised, his bright yellow robe was embroidered with leaping dragons and singing phoenixes, his sleeves fluttered, and his whole body exuded the majesty of a god descending from heaven.

Without hesitation, the arrow shot out from her hand.

The natal lamp went out, and the whole audience cried out in grief...

When the lamp goes out, the world changes.

Rongzhen spread her sleeves and laughed out loud.

She lives up to the people and the great honor!

If there was one person who let her down, it was the young man in white who had accompanied her throughout her lonely youth.

In the firelight, she seemed to see a man with a cold and reserved look, looking at her with deep affection in his dark eyes...

"Yunyu..."

Rong Zhen stretched out her hand and murmured, trying to catch the tall figure walking alone in the firelight...

The glorious laws of nature cannot be changed!

If there is an afterlife, I hope I will no longer be a descendant of the royal family, but just an ordinary woman and stay with you.

However, at the moment of death, a bright and dazzling red light rose from the flames.

Everything fell silent.

...

"These days, it's not easy to be a novice..."

"She's still a lovely sickly beauty... She's not even an adult yet, hahaha!"

"You can get money for breaking a virgin, this is a really good job..."

Rongzhen had a splitting headache but gradually regained consciousness.

She suddenly opened her eyes when she felt a wet tongue swirling around her neck.

A fat and ferocious face appeared in front of her, and the fat on the face was about to press down on her.

A cold light flashed in Rong Zhen's eyes.

The white little hand stretched out and tightly grasped the man's neck.

The middle-aged man's lewd face turned pale in an instant. He stared with his eyes wide open and struggled desperately, trying to pry open the woman's soft and boneless hands with his big hands.

But these hands were like iron clamps, and no matter how he struggled, they did not move at all.

The sickly gold digger who was lying on the ground just now, looked so delicate and adorable, suddenly became noble and arrogant.

Those eyes were filled with boundless coldness, as if they had really killed many people, making people tremble with fear just by looking at them.

"You... uh... let... let me go..."

Rongzhen increased the strength of her hands with an expressionless face, and only let go after the middle-aged man's face turned purple, then she calmly let go.

There was a thud.

The middle-aged man seemed to collapse and fell to the ground suddenly. He covered his neck, gasped heavily, and looked at Rong Zhen with eyes full of fear.

Rongzhen stood up calmly, and when she lowered her eyes she saw that her clothes were strange.

But it doesn't affect her desire to kill someone at the moment.

The middle-aged man seemed to have witnessed some horrible monster. His fat body was trembling. He endured the pain in his tailbone and backed away desperately with one hand supporting the ground.

The woman in front of him was only wearing a small suspender top and jeans, but she approached him expressionlessly with bloodshot eyes.

As if to eat him alive...

Impossible, didn't the sponsor say that this woman was just a sick girl from the countryside and asked him to deflower her...

If these are all sick girls, then his 80-year-old mother can even run a marathon!

Rong Zhen rubbed her wrist. She had already realized that this body was not her original body.

He picked up the exquisite knife on the table and felt it was icy cold.

Her eyes were bloodshot and cold as she slowly approached the middle-aged man.

"Who asked you to come?"

The middle-aged man came to his senses, and regardless of the pain in his neck and tailbone, he knelt on the ground and begged loudly for mercy.

As soon as he panicked, the woman's knife stabbed his thigh without hesitation.

Blood gushed out and splashed onto the woman's face, but she just frowned slightly and wiped it away calmly.

The movements were as skillful as cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle.

The man felt pain and was frightened, and couldn't help but let out a sound like a pig being slaughtered.

"No, it wasn't me... It was Miss Qianqian who gave the order, and we, the subordinates, dare not disobey..."

Rongzhen stopped moving.

Miss Qianqian?

This was the reason why she had a headache just now.

Memories of the past reappear in a kaleidoscope.

As the Empress of Dayong, she offered sacrifices to the Heaven with her own good fortune.

He came into the body of a woman whose name was also Rong Zhen.

The eldest daughter of the Rong Group has been fostered in the countryside since her mother passed away.

Except for going to the hospital and school, he hardly talks to outsiders.

And the Miss Qianqian mentioned by this man.

It could only be the younger sister born to the original body’s stepmother, Rong Qianqian.

Rongzhen looked at the man on the ground with a terrified face who kept begging for mercy. Her obsidian eyes showed no sadness or joy.

"Where is she."

Seeing that the woman finally stopped using violence, the middle-aged man carefully covered his thigh, not daring to breathe loudly, and spoke while gasping.

"Ms. Rong ordered that you...be deflowered...be sent back to the Rong family..."

I will also throw you in front of the Rong family’s gate...let everyone in the Rong family see the embarrassed and shameful appearance of the eldest daughter of the Rong Group.

But he didn't dare say this out loud.

He was afraid that the woman in front of him would suddenly go berserk and stab him again.

Rongzhen raised her eyebrows, with a hint of disdain on her face.

With this method, he is not even as good as his half-sister who declared herself the ruler of the twelve states in southern Yan.

"I ask you."

Rong Zhen's cold eyes swept across the room. She paced slowly, her voice as cold as an icy wind.

"If you want to die, you still want to live."

The man nodded as if he was pounding garlic.

"I want to live. I want to live."

"Then you, just do as I say."

The fruit knife was still stuck in the man's thigh. Rong Zhen squatted down, and her almost transparent little hand gently grasped the handle of the knife.

The middle-aged man's teeth couldn't help but tremble. If this woman pulled it out on the spot, he would probably be dead.

"Do it, do it, do it, I will do it."

The woman's voice sounded like a Rakshasa from hell.

"Who hurt you today?"

"Yes... yes... it's Miss Rong Qianqian." As if under the woman's bewitching, the man couldn't help but say it.

"Why?"

Rong Zhen's hand rubbed the hilt of the knife slowly, her eyes sharp as if she was pondering the credibility of the man's words.

"Why... ah yes, because... because I didn't agree with Rong Qianqian's suggestion to insult the eldest lady, she, she ordered her men to beat me up like this!"

"Where are you going to stand and talk?"

"..." The middle-aged man hesitated.

Rongzhen had a blank expression on her face and pressed her palm down hard.

The man felt so much pain that his eyes almost popped out.

"Ah... in front of Rong's house, in front of the police station, Jiangcheng Daily, mass media... please, please... let me go..."

"I want you to remember one thing."

Rong Zhen casually let go of the hilt of the knife and stood up. She was tall and slender, and every move she made exuded a cold aura.

“In this life, I hate betrayal the most.

If you betray me, I will kill you, from heaven to hell, and from nine generations to the present."

She knew that ordinary threats, given her current status, would not be enough to threaten the man who was under the command of her half-sister.

So, this was not just an ordinary intimidation, but a truly frightening...threat.

She looked towards the fat man lying on the ground, his face dripping with sweat because of the pain.

The man was indeed frightened, and he realized that the woman was telling the truth and not just trying to scare him...

Rong Zhen curled her lips. If the rebirth of this soul was a gift or compensation from the destiny of heaven, then she would accept it without hesitation.

And those who bullied her and hindered her.

She will still trample them under her feet step by step as before!

So the first step...

Rong Zhen looked at the man lying limp on the ground, her red lips curled up in a seductive and weird manner.

Let me give you a good gift.