Oswald's memory was like a broken mirror, gradually piecing together the outline of the past, but he was still confused. The woman before him was completely different from the Iris in his memory, as if two completely different souls shared the same body.
The Iris in his memory was someone he once regarded as a chess piece, a tool to help him climb to the pinnacle of power, but now, she has become the core character in this bizarre upheaval.
Obviously, she should have become his fiancée and was punished to the back cover.
Then he succeeded in seizing power.
"Why?" Oswald cried out in his heart, but could only utter silent questions.
The distortion of this world line is beyond imagination. Srilan, the loyal bootlicker, seems to have evaporated into the air and disappeared into the dust of history along with the dragon clan.
Just as he was trying to sort out the chaos, Song Jiao, the woman who now controlled his fate, mercilessly threw him into the lair of low-level monsters.
It was an endless cycle. Every time he died, he was reborn, but he could never escape it. He could not practice magic to strengthen himself, and could only endure endless torture.
At the same time, Song Jiao returned to the academy with an indifferent expression on her face, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with her.
The head maid came hurriedly and announced, "Your Highness, the Second Prince has arrived."
A hint of coldness flashed in Song Jiao's eyes. Flores was one of the masterminds behind the attack on the original owner, but the original owner didn't know it.
Why would a maid come up with this method? After all, there are many twists and turns between the favored little princess and the unpopular second princess.
You can imagine.
"Let her come up!" Song Jiao ordered softly, and the head maid retreated. She sat leisurely on the balcony, sipping tea and enjoying the sunshine. The scene was so beautiful that it made people's heart palpitate, and people couldn't help but want to destroy the tranquility.
Flores stepped onto the balcony. Song Jiao in front of her looked like an exquisite porcelain doll, exuding an alluring sense of fragility, which made people want to destroy her.
"The royal sister is becoming more and more beautiful. Even I envy her. Why don't I see Srilan beside you?" Flores asked tentatively.
Song Jiao gently raised her teacup, a sneer curling up the corner of her mouth. "Are you talking about her? She bit her tongue and committed suicide. Sister, what secret do you think she is hiding that she would rather die than reveal a single word?"
Hearing this, Flores' heart trembled, and the panic on her face disappeared in an instant, replaced by an even brighter smile, "Really? No wonder I haven't seen her recently."
Song Jiao just laughed sarcastically. "It's rare that the emperor cares so much about the life and death of a maid. If I didn't know that the maid had nothing to do with you, I would have suspected that she was your spy."
These words instantly froze Flores' smile. She managed to maintain a calm exterior, "How could that be? I'm just worried about my little sister."
"Of course I believe you! If there is nothing else, I will take a rest. After all, I am sure to get the first place in this college competition." Song Jiao's tone was full of unquestionable confidence, and her eyes flashed with a firm light, as if she had foreseen the glory of victory.
Hearing Song Jiao's confident words, the smile on Flores' face became stiff. She tried to maintain the surface politeness, but her heart felt as if it was pricked by needles.
She clenched her fingers so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms, but she could only force a smile and turn away.
Her steps seemed a little flustered, as if she was avoiding some fact that she didn't want to face.
After leaving the yard, Flores could no longer control her emotions. She chopped at the flowers, plants and trees around her indiscriminately, and every blow contained her anger and unwillingness.
"Osvid and Srilan, two losers, can't even handle a woman!" She cursed in her heart, her eyes flashing with jealousy and resentment. "Now she is so favored, what should I do in the future?"
The more Flores thought about it, the angrier she became. She felt that all her misfortunes were caused by that lowly woman - Song Jiao.
If her status was more noble, if she was not the daughter of the woman who took advantage of her father's drunkenness and climbed into his bed, her current situation would not be so difficult.
She was venting her anger, but she didn't know that Song Jiao saw her ugly behavior at the moment.
"Be angry! There are more exciting things waiting for you later!" Song Jiao raised a playful smile at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes flashed with a cunning light.
She knew that in order to make someone like Flores completely collapse, she had to humiliate her in public.
The day of the finals finally arrived. In the match between the top 4 and the top 2, Song Jiao still defeated her opponents in seconds. Her strength shocked everyone.
Today, almost all the royal family members have arrived, and they all want to witness the strength of this little princess with their own eyes.
Song Jiao walked onto the competition stage and immediately launched a very powerful attack magic.
The magic light shines, the blow is fatal, and the opponent has no power to fight back.
The audience cheered and they were proud that the country had a new great magician.
Unsurprisingly, Song Jiao came in first.
However, just as Song Jiao was standing on the podium and preparing to give her acceptance speech, a large screen suddenly appeared behind her.
The screen shows the conversation between Flores, Oswald and Srilan, and their conspiracy is completely exposed.
Flores's expression suddenly changed, but it was too late for her to stop it.
On the screen, her voice was clearly audible: "Srilan, you have such a good relationship with that bitch now, why don't you make up a story about Oswald's identity that's a little more miserable, and then make Iris sympathize with him and let her volunteer to become Oswald's fiancée."
"If you don't admit it afterwards, my father and that bitch Queen will definitely be angry. Then, as long as Iris is punished and thrown on the back cover, won't you be able to do whatever you want? Then you can find an excuse to kill her, right?"
Everyone present was shocked. They didn't expect Flores to be so cruel.
Flores rushed to the podium like a madman, trying to stop the broadcast on the big screen, but those images were like the devil's mockery, still ruthlessly exposing her evil deeds over the years, including the conspiracy against the original owner's parents.
She waved her hands in the air, trying to grab something, but she only grabbed nothing.
"No, it's not like that, it's not!" she screamed, her voice filled with despair and madness. She tried to explain to everyone, but her words seemed so pale and powerless in their ears. People looked at her with contempt, disdain, and even deep disgust.
Flores finally realized that she had completely lost everything.
She turned her head and glared at Song Jiao fiercely, her eyes flashing with crazy fire. "You did all this, didn't you? You did it all on purpose? You deliberately put me in this situation, embarrassed me in front of everyone, and made me lose everything!"
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