"I think what you're using is... a melodramatic scapegoat plot. How about that? Surprised? Unexpected?"

Jun Jianchou pulled open the curtain of Cen Xi's car, and deliberately provoked her with a smirk.

"Yu Kuang!!!"

Cen Xi felt that she was the most tragic transmigrator. Not only did she get a terrible character setting, but she also brought her "enemy" here. It seems that she really offended God.

"Do you want to know what prophecy is on you, and what has happened over the years? You and I came to this other world twenty years ago. Maybe I saved a lot of people in my past life. I've been living a really comfortable life. I was born into a noble family and have such a good master as Old Man Mo. My life is like a cheat code. Everything I want is within my reach."

"You're different. In your past life, you bullied a lot of people, wanted the boss's money, and cursed the boss behind his back. See, you got your comeuppance! You were turned into a wandering ghost at birth. After finally being brought back, you were immediately targeted by various people. If my master and I hadn't arrived in time, you would probably have been strangled to death long ago. How about that, are you surprised?"

Jun Jianchou provoked Cen Xi in a very annoying way.

"Shut up!"

Cen Xi felt that she must have ruined his intimate moments with women in his past life, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of hurting her.

"Can't you listen to this anymore? I still have so much to say. Don't you really want to know what kind of destiny you're carrying?"

When Jun Jianchou saw that Cen Xi, who was usually quick-witted, suddenly fell silent, he immediately felt that the fun of arguing had been lost.

"I don't want to hear it! Don't bother me, I want to sleep."

Cen Xi felt that if she didn't want to be so angry, it would be better for her not to speak to Yu Kuang.

"Alright! You won't listen, but I'll still tell you. You were born into the royal family of Da Yan, and like me, you were born with memories, the kind that didn't drink the Meng Po soup. Because when you were born, the sky was filled with colorful clouds at four o'clock in the morning, the late emperor thought it was an auspicious sign and immediately invited the Imperial Astronomical Bureau to calculate your destiny."

"Oh my! This is incredible! The Imperial Observatory says you are the lucky star of the grand banquet. As long as you are here, no matter if there is turmoil in the world, the restoration of the previous dynasty or the rebellion of the vassal kings, nothing can shake the world."

"The emperor was naturally pleased and immediately bestowed upon you the title of Princess Protector of the Nation. But unfortunately, you were unlucky. Some person who wanted to usurp the throne used underhanded tricks to force your soul out of your body and give you a different soul in this body."

"Later, for some reason, the person who replaced your soul was also framed and forced out of the palace. In any case, you are now considered dead in the eyes of the royal family."

"You brat, do you know how much effort I put into pulling you back?"

After Jun Jianchou finished his rambling, Cen Xi didn't utter a single word in the carriage. She seemed to have fallen asleep, as if she was tired of his chanting.

"Hey! You brat, say something!"

After receiving no response for a long time, Jun Jianchou couldn't help but pull back the curtain to see what Cen Xi was doing.

"Mother is asleep."

Little Fish peeked out from Cen Xi's arms, looking innocently at the somewhat noisy uncle in front of her.

"Really capable, able to fall asleep right after an assassination attempt."

Jun Jianchou glanced at Cen Xi speechlessly, then lowered the curtain and said nothing more.

Xiao Jiuyi had been used to being ignored by Cen Xi lately, so even though he clearly felt that Cen Xi was pretending to be asleep, he didn't say a word.

He was puzzled. Cen Xi might not have paid attention to what Jun Jianchou had said, but he had. His father had previously said that his mother was just a down-on-her-luck merchant's daughter who had always lived in Baicheng, and that she looked very much like his maternal grandmother—clearly, they were mother and daughter.

How come her mother is a princess?

That's absolutely impossible!

What is this uncle talking about? And these successive assassinations seem so inexplicable.

Five-year-old Jiu Yi noticed the problem, but with his current abilities, he couldn't figure out the reason behind it.

After thinking for a long time, my brain felt like it was about to explode, so I simply closed my eyes and stopped thinking.

After everything quieted down, Cen Xi slowly opened her eyes, her gaze deep and unfathomable.

Yu Kuang is a scoundrel; he's annoying in every way. But he has one redeeming quality: he's outspoken. When he drops bombshells, most of the things he says are true.

So, she is very likely the princess he was talking about, and her fate was revealed by that stinky Taoist priest on the day she was born, which is why she became the target of everyone who wanted to seize power.

What merit or ability does she possess? What does it mean that with her around, the world can be at peace? She is not capable of such a great responsibility. All she desires is to make some money and be a parasite.

What do those power struggles have to do with her?

You say those who want to rebel, go ahead and rebel, she definitely won't stop you. Why, before you've even started an uprising, are you already trying to slash her with a knife?

That's utterly nonsensical.

Those stinky Taoist priests, why do they spread such rumors for no reason? Have they taken too many elixirs and gone mad?

Cen Xi grew increasingly agitated. She decided that she would never go to temples, burn incense, or worship Buddha again. Those Taoist priests and monks shouldn't try to earn a single penny from her.

However, if she unfortunately encounters them, she will definitely give them a special gift of thanks.

At the White City Villa, as soon as the man in black entered the house, Jian Yin appeared before him and asked:

"Did the master succeed?"

"No!"

The man took a sip of tea and replied indifferently.

"That woman is that powerful? Master, she didn't manage to hurt you last time, so why didn't she succeed?"

Jian Yin found this too unbelievable. That woman was a devil; even when his master intervened, she managed to escape.

"The leader of the Hidden Sect came down the mountain to save her personally. I am no match for that old man now, so I have no choice but to give up."

He didn't get angry even though he didn't kill anyone; he spoke calmly as if it were no big deal.

"Master, should we still kill this man?"

Jian Yin asked.

"You can run away but you can't hide. The Hidden Sect can't protect her forever. Let's wait until she comes out."

The man wasn't worried at all that he couldn't kill the woman. It was as if she was his prey wherever she went, and no matter what she did, she couldn't escape his grasp.

"So, what do we do next? Go wait near the hidden gate?"

Jian Yin glanced at his master's expression, trying to guess his intentions. However, his master's thoughts were deep, and he could glean very little from them.

"No need. That woman shouldn't be coming down the mountain for at least a year or two. We don't need to waste our manpower on something pointless. Have you found out the origins of the other group of assassins?"

The man casually flicked his sleeve and then asked.

"My lord, time was too short, and we only found out the basics. These people's builds seem to be those of a Jianghu organization near Lingshan."

"Le Ping Wang Ningyu?"

"If they share the same goal as us, then it must be the King of Leping."

Jian Yin could not deny it.

"The Great Yan Dynasty has only lasted for seventy years, and they've already set their sights on even the smallest cats and dogs. I wonder if the Great Yan Emperor will be furious in his grave."

The man chuckled and said.