Jiang Yue slept for a long time, probably thinking of her father and mother.
She dreamed of them again.
In the dead of winter, amidst heavy snowfall, frost and snow freeze under the eaves, and a chilling wind blows in your face.
She stood in the corridor, the winter sun shining brightly, and she wrapped her cloak tighter around herself, the hood covered with a thick layer of snow-white fox fur.
She was always afraid of the cold, and couldn't help but peek out from under her pale, furry collar, revealing only her dark eyes; her fingers were already red from the cold.
She looked at the snowman she had built with great satisfaction.
With a proud expression, he ordered the palace servants behind him, "Go and summon the Crown Prince."
She can be quite childish sometimes; even if she builds a beautiful little snowman, she wants everyone to see it and hear their praise.
That way, she can legitimately raise her tail.
She did not wait for her younger brother, the Crown Prince.
But instead, his mother arrived.
The Empress Dowager held her hand tightly, hesitating several times before saying something, "Your marriage to Zhou Fuwei has been arranged."
Zhou Fuwei is the name of the current regent.
I heard it was created later.
He came from a poor family, and no one knew what this powerful regent was like before, or even his background.
She said coldly, "I've never even met him, and I don't want to marry him."
Although she wasn't as cunning and her scheming was far less than those skilled in power struggles, her intuition was very accurate. She knew that Zhou Fuwei was not in love with her and wanted to marry her like others.
"He didn't really want to marry me."
The Empress Dowager's eyes reddened, and she knew all too well that "there is no turning back now, A-Yue, it is your father's incompetence that has caused this."
That was the first time Princess Mingyi, who had never had any worries since childhood, felt troubled.
She gazed at the sky above the palace, her little face tilted upwards. After a long while, she made a decision without telling her father and mother.
She wanted to kill Zhou Fuwei.
As the eldest princess, she was supposed to eliminate traitors and evildoers for the Jiang Kingdom.
Moreover, if Zhou Fuwei hadn't been delusional about a toad trying to eat a swan, she wouldn't have had the murderous intent.
She genuinely felt that Zhou Fuwei was not good enough for her.
She sent many assassins, but almost all of them returned empty-handed.
There was only one who wounded him with a sword.
Zhou Fuwei was ill and did not attend court.
Jiang Yue felt it was a pity that she hadn't been able to kill him.
If it weren't for this dream, Jiang Yue would have almost forgotten how determined she once was to kill Zhou Fuwei.
She thought she had been struck by lightning and died.
But if the dream was real, then being poisoned by Zhou Fuwei seems to make sense, as he was retaliating for her assassination attempt.
But... but why did Zhou Fuwei insist on marrying her back then?
Jiang Yue couldn't understand it.
At this moment, she sat on the bed, wrapped in her blanket, staring blankly at the ceiling with her beautiful eyes. It seemed that recalling so many things was of no use.
She's dead now, and she can't go back to the Jiang Kingdom.
Jiang Yue suddenly remembered the hairpin Ye Lan had taken to the TV station before, which had once belonged to her. The woman slowly frowned: "System."
No one responded.
Jiang Yue's tone turned cold: "Stop pretending to be dead."
The system sensed something was wrong from her tone and hesitantly chimed in, "The system is currently under maintenance. Please try again later."
Jiang Yue ignored him and asked to herself, "Didn't you say that this world is a book? Why are there things from my past appearing here?"
The system hesitated for a long time, racking its brains, and then said, "Because every author of a book will refer to some historical documents, it's possible that she used you as a reference when she was writing this book."
Jiang Yue asked, half-believing, half-doubting, "Really?"
The system confidently assured, "Of course!"
Jiang Yue hadn't asked before, but now she dared to ask, "What happened to Jiang Kingdom afterward?"
The system said with a sigh, "Sorry, I don't know either. We don't have the authority to search for or view anything the author didn't write in this book."
Jiang Yue felt more and more that this system was useless.
They know nothing when asked, and they keep coming up with terrible ideas.
After a moment of silence, the door suddenly opened.
Jiang Yue looked in the direction of the sound. The man seemed surprised to see that she was awake, as he had thought she would sleep for a long time.
"You're awake."
"Yeah."
It had only been dark for a short while outside.
It's only seven o'clock.
Looking at her rosy cheeks from sleeping, Zhou Ji felt a surge of tenderness. He stepped forward and gently reminded her, "Don't sleep on the floor next time."
He usually speaks to his employees in a commanding tone, and his straightforward manner can sound somewhat stiff.
After a pause, Zhou Ji added, "Your health isn't good; you're prone to illness."
Although Zhou Ji had never seen her when she was sick, based on his interactions with her over the past few times, he felt that she probably wouldn't like taking medicine.
They might find the medicine bitter.
Jiang Yue fell asleep by accident; she doesn't usually like to sleep face down on the edge of the bed.
She didn't like being told things like that, as if she were still a child who hadn't grown up. But Jiang Yue could clearly distinguish whether someone had good intentions or bad intentions towards her.
Considering that Zhou Ji meant well and cared about her, Jiang Yue decided not to hold his unhappiness against him.
She nodded proudly: "I heard you."
Zhou Ji hummed in response, pretending not to notice her impatience and perfunctory attitude, and said, "Let's go downstairs for dinner."
Jiang Yue said "oh" and ignored him as she walked out.
Suddenly, she stopped again, staring straight at him, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity in her eyes: "Why have you been going home all this time?"
He was never home before.
Why do I come back every day? I just wander around in front of her.
Before Zhou Ji could answer, Jiang Yue frowned and continued, "Are you about to go bankrupt?"
Otherwise, why would I go home every day?
He cannot go bankrupt yet.
She hasn't received a huge divorce settlement yet. She's suffered so much here, and if she hadn't spent a lot of his money, she would be really miserable.
Zhou Ji thought about his approximate assets and said without any modesty, "It's a bit difficult."
Jiang Yue: "?"
Isn't she the male lead? How did things start getting difficult?
Looking at her wide, incredulous eyes, Zhou Ji added, "Bankruptcy is a bit difficult."
Jiang Yue felt a little relieved.
She thought for a moment, then looked at him with her clear, bright eyes, her innocent and clear gaze capable of melting anyone's heart.
Zhou Ji swallowed, just about to ask her what was wrong.
The next second, I heard her say, "Then you have to work hard, preferably live at the company every day, so you can earn more money. Men should work hard to make money, don't you think?"
Don't go home every day.
Just go and be his beast of burden.
Zhou Ji's lips curled up slightly, and after making a sound of humming, he deliberately misinterpreted her meaning, "Mrs. Zhou, you seem to care about me quite a bit."
Jiang Yue blinked blankly, then let out a dazed "Ah," and answered honestly, "I just hope I can get more property in the divorce."
If not.
Zhou Ji is doomed.
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