Chapter 152
Chu Congxia suspected that there was something wrong with her ears, which was why she heard words like "cake" and "ice cream".
The baby's body may need more time to adapt to this, and it is normal for the baby to have temporary hearing errors, Chu Congxia comforted herself.
But soon she could no longer deceive herself, for she overheard her mother's conversation with the maid.
"The cream is whipped perfectly today, here's a reward."
"Your Highness is so kind-hearted. I will have someone go to the small kitchen to distribute the reward money shortly."
"You know, people are strange. I haven't had a good appetite these past few days and can't eat much, but I can eat a lot of cake."
"Cakes are fluffy and look big, but they don't actually make up a lot of food."
"Really? Do you think I've gained weight recently? Even the prince said I look a bit plumper."
"No way, the princess isn't fat at all!"
...
The two then began chatting about weight and appearance, leaving Chu Congxia speechless.
I didn't mishear, it really is a cake!
The palace before her was indeed as she remembered it, and the voice she heard was the same as her mother's voice from her past.
But where did Dayu get the cakes and ice cream?!
Could it be that she wasn't reborn back to the Great Yu Dynasty, but rather reborn into some parallel universe?
This won't do; she hasn't avenged herself yet.
Thinking about the man she saw before she died, she felt a burning hatred that made her heart bleed.
She was eager to ascertain her current situation, but unfortunately, trapped inside the baby's body, she could do nothing, and with so few people around her, she could hardly obtain any useful information.
Chu Congxia could only feel anxious in silence.
A few days passed, and one day, while she was in her maid's arms watching her mother pruning flowers not far away, a eunuch rushed in, sweating profusely.
"Your Highness, His Majesty is seriously ill. The Prince has sent me to inform you that he requests your immediate presence at the palace!"
Princess An was startled, and the scissors fell to the ground with a thud.
"What did you say?" Princess An took two steps forward anxiously, incredulously asking, "Father was perfectly fine when I paid my respects to him the day before yesterday. How could he suddenly become so seriously ill?"
The eunuch said gravely, "The imperial physician said it's a sudden onset of typhoid fever, and the situation is urgent. Princess Zhaoyang, Prince An, Prince Rui, Prince Ping, and others have all entered the palace. I heard..."
He lowered his voice to a very low and soft tone, "I heard that His Majesty has urgently summoned important officials to the palace."
Urgently summoning important officials?
What circumstances would cause a sick emperor to urgently summon his important ministers?
Princess An stood frozen in place, her whole body turning cold, still unable to believe that the accident had come so suddenly.
It wasn't until the eunuch urged her again that she hurriedly had a carriage prepared, changed her clothes, and entered the palace.
Chu Congxia was too young, so Princess An did not take her with her.
But Chu Congxia already knew what would happen next.
Oh right, she almost forgot that the year she was born was the year her father ascended the throne.
Emperor Jingxi, her grandfather whom she had only met a few times, was said to be a valiant ruler who should have achieved great things and led the Great Yu to a better future, but he died in his prime.
Her father, Prince An, ascended the throne hastily. He was skilled in calligraphy and painting but neglected state affairs. In addition, the mess left by the previous emperors of Emperor Jingxi made the already intractable Great Yu gradually decline. Otherwise, how could the grasslands have conquered the capital simply by using her?
Having been reborn, Chu Congxia suddenly realized that the death of Emperor Jingxi was such a crucial turning point for the Dayu Dynasty. It turned out that the seeds of danger had been sown from the very beginning, and the prophecy of fate had already been written in that year.
Even without the grasslands, there are other forces that will eventually destroy the Great Yu.
The recent fire of hatred was like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head, leaving Chu Congxia feeling more lost than ever before.
In the novels she had read in modern times, people who transmigrated or were reborn all went into business or invention, and if all else failed, they could make soap. But she didn't know any of those things.
In her previous life, when she transmigrated from modern times to Dayu, she was just an ordinary college student with little experience in living independently. She was lazy, ignorant of farming, and usually just liked to watch variety shows and read novels. She was neither socially savvy nor had any outstanding skills.
What's worse is that she majored in a less commonly taught language. What could a liberal arts student with a less commonly taught language do in ancient times?
Write poetry? She can't even remember the classical poems that she had to memorize in high school.
Besides, could she possibly change an era or reverse the fate of a dynasty by writing poetry?
Chu Congxia would never dare to do such a thing, not even in her wildest dreams.
In the brief moment of her contemplation, the name Princess Zhaoyang flashed through her mind.
She thought about it briefly. The name was unfamiliar; she had never heard of it in her previous life. Perhaps it was some princess who died young.
After all, there are always children in the palace who never grow up, so it's not unusual. She didn't pay much attention to it.
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