When Jiang Yue got home, she summoned her useless system. Being suddenly called by a nickname she shouldn't know made the princess somewhat uneasy. "Is Zhou Ji like me, with some kind of weird system?"
While the system isn't particularly useful, it can still assure him of this: "We're the Villainous Female Supporting Character Transformation System; the male lead, who has a successful career and love life, won't be bound to us!"
Jiang Yue doesn't quite remember whether she has written the name Mingyi in her notebook. Sometimes, when she is homesick, she writes down a few names without even realizing it.
Hers.
Empress Dowager
The Emperor's younger brother.
My father's.
There were even palace maids who had served her for many years.
She had too many people she cared about. No one would truly be willing to die at the age of sixteen, nor could anyone so easily accept becoming a withered flower in the prime of their youth.
Her Highness still felt that she might not be dead.
She had so many things she wanted to do but hadn't done yet, how could she have been poisoned so easily?
Perhaps she was afraid of being retaliated against by Zhou Fuwei, so she conspired with others to fake her death for him.
The poisoning was fake, the body was fake, and the funeral was fake too.
She truly fled, perhaps already ridden her horse to the frontier and living a free and unrestrained life.
Jiang Yue slowly pursed her lips. Her chubby cheeks made her look more childlike. Her black eyes looked like precious obsidian, dark and clear, reflecting her purest self.
She asked cautiously, "Do you remember writing my own name in the notebook?"
system:【……】
The system is speechless! It's not a surveillance camera!!!
He's just an ordinary guide! How could he know such a trivial matter? If he did know, wouldn't he be a weirdo, watching everything?
System: [Honey, I'm a good system, not some lousy, junk system.]
The system continued to defend its innocence: "We're just dead, there's nothing wrong with us."
Jiang Yue said "oh" and a few seconds later, without giving any face, "If something happens to you, it's no different from being dead."
The system started crying again, looking utterly pitiful.
An honest man, seemingly heartbroken by a scumbag woman: [Waaaaaahhhhhh.]
Jiang Yue found its crying too noisy and told it to shut up.
She thought about it seriously and realized that she might have written her name without realizing it, and Zhou Ji might have seen it.
It was all a coincidence.
She comforted herself with this thought.
On the other side, Zhou Ji asked his assistant, Shen, to find historical documents and materials from the Jiang Kingdom.
A few days later, the complete set of historical documents was delivered to his desk.
Zhou Ji held an online international conference remotely from his study.
Only after turning off the video did I have time to open the book on the upper right of my desk. My fingertips barely turned to the first page before stopping in mid-air.
Zhou Ji had more or less guessed her identity before, but now that it was confirmed, he felt no emotional fluctuation.
Whoever she is.
No matter where she comes from.
None of that matters.
He had to keep her, so he held her tightly as if he were grasping a kite.
In the past, Zhou Ji kept his distance from matters of ghosts, gods, and metaphysics, and was somewhat arrogant and aloof. He did not believe in such talk as fate, nor would he be deceived by those mysterious and esoteric claims.
One's destiny is firmly in one's own hands.
No one else can make that decision.
Her appearance was an accident, yet also a destined fate.
The man lowered his eyes and scanned the pages one by one, his gaze lingering on a particular passage—
In the historical records of the Jiang Kingdom, there is only one girl named Princess Mingyi.
In the 236th year of the Tianhe era, Princess Mingyi died in the palace at the age of sixteen. The Emperor and Empress were deeply grieved and gave her a grand funeral.
In just a few dozen words, her life was simply summarized.
Zhou Ji stared at the line of text silently for a long, long time without turning the page. His face was devoid of any emotion, and his flawless complexion was somewhat pale.
Her thick eyelashes trembled twice.
There seemed to be a soft sigh.
He stared at the black words on the page, but what he saw was not black, but a bloody and glaring red, and an empty chest cavity, where blood had flowed like a river.
so.
It seems like everything makes sense now.
Zhou Ji recalled the first time she addressed him as "Your Highness" with such fierce and arrogant demeanor; it must have started from that day.
She went from being Princess Mingyi to Jiang Yue.
There is no further mention of Princess Mingyi in this book. In the grand sweep of history, it is already quite remarkable for a woman to leave her name behind.
No one knows how brilliant her short life was.
No one knows much more about Princess Mingyi's life.
Zhou Ji slowly closed the book and then turned to the next one. In the long history of the Jiang Kingdom, there was very little content related to her.
It was as if it had been deliberately hidden.
She didn't want others to see her as a person, nor did she want her to be the subject of gossip, so she left behind only some brief words.
You can also glean some insights from the smallest details and edges.
Zhou Ji, courtesy name Fuwei, originally meant to help those in distress.
In the winter of the 236th year of the Tianhe era, he married Princess Mingyi. In the winter of the 239th year of the Tianhe era, he died at Qishan, without any heirs.
Zhou Ji stared at the page quietly, his drooping eyelashes obscuring the emotions in his eyes, which were dark and unfathomable, almost black.
Long, slender, and beautiful fingers pinched the edge of the paper.
The paper was deformed from being pinched so hard by the thumb.
Dark eyes stared intently at the words on the page, their beautiful eyes seemingly filled with crimson blood.
Zhou Ji closed the book and casually placed it aside.
The butler knocked on the door at the opportune moment, the two knocks pulling the man out of his turbulent, gloomy mood. He said expressionlessly, "Come in."
The butler's heart trembled at the look in the master's eyes. He said, "Sir, the teacher called. Something happened to the madam and the young master at the kindergarten."
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