Chapter 47: My Junior Sister Is Unmatched in the World

Xi Yun said, “Since it has already happened, there’s nothing inconvenient about it.”

“There are rumors outside saying that before the truth about the real and fake heiress came out, I was the precious eldest daughter of the Liu family, but that’s not true.”

“I was never someone adored by all. Before I turned eighteen, I endured endless humiliation, ridicule, and disgust from my family…”

“My grandfather would threaten to break my legs, and my parents would slap me.”

“In the Liu family, bitter and spiteful incidents were innumerable.”

“Why?” Shen Hou asked in confusion, glancing down at Nian’er, who kept smiling foolishly up at her, and felt a surge of innate maternal tenderness.

The Ninth Prince let out a sigh as he left the Tenth Prince’s residence. Truth be told, the Emperor’s move to depose the Crown Prince had only made everyone’s thoughts all the more restless.

When he first learned that Qingqing was pregnant, he had been overjoyed—he didn’t believe Yu Qingqing hadn’t noticed. Yet, when she was first sent from the prince’s manor to her brother’s private residence, there was a time when she lost her senses. It was Jian Feng who brought their mother and sister-in-law to awaken her.

“She’s always been like this; if you don’t give her a few punches, she’ll never snap out of it.” Lorraine, gentle as if coaxing water from a stone, spoke softly to Luo Yun, afraid her own brashness might frighten her.

She was now thoroughly disarrayed, while the Empress seemed far quieter by comparison. In contrast to the Empress, the Imperial Consort’s situation was indeed somewhat peculiar.

Xiang Qing’s heart bounced wildly with the thin cord, as if it would burst from her chest at any moment.

Given Yu Junyao’s utter devotion to his wife, he could never win, especially since Gao Ya was carrying his child.

For those looking after her, it was a relief that she no longer screamed and went mad at the sight of men. Now, she behaved like a silly child—always smiling, happy when coaxed. Perhaps she would remain this way forever, never truly “growing up.”

“Qing’er, do you know if there are any secret passages in the Sacred Palace? Or what you’d do if bad people came?” my uncle asked kindly.

The Second and Seventh Princes rose and took their leave. Chu Lingxuan and Chen Shiying escorted them to the main gate, watching the carriage vanish into the night before returning to the hall.

All the keys were in her bag. Now she had only her phone—nothing else—so how could she possibly go?

Even this mischievous girl had improved. At least she was no longer so brazen in her tricks, and now cared about her reputation. If she wanted to say something spiteful, she would lower her voice, unwilling for others to hear and ruin her name.

Xu Xianyue was anxious, yet had no right to speak. All these years, the one who most wanted to kill the Moon Goddess, who first harbored murderous intent and acted on it repeatedly—perhaps she was the only one in the world.

“Why did it take so long to answer?” Li Xuan asked softly, showing no anger about Anqi’s delayed response.

“Stop daydreaming. That’s way beyond our abilities, and the comedian robot needs a special bio-alloy and a mutated enzyme—we can’t get either without Mom noticing,” Le Beibei dashed his hopes.

She was already used to the cycle: after every random task came a routine one, over and over, her points steadily increasing.

When Li Xuan was two, the Seventh Prince hadn’t yet been made Prince Rui, and they still lived in the palace. One night, Li Xuan suddenly lost his senses.

“Captain Takayama, didn’t you say that in this war, nearly all the Chunin and higher ninja from the Sand Village have gone to the front lines?” Uchiha Matsuri said.

The reporters picked up their cameras, capturing the moment as he spoke. Some quickly checked their equipment, terrified they’d missed the crucial shot.

Chen Xi kept pulling the trigger, bullet after bullet firing from the mouth of her sniper cannon.

Wang Hao didn’t leave until afternoon. Tang Guodong had already told him that once his fingerprints matched, the latest information would be handed to him.