Chapter 2
Chapter 2
The life and death of important people had nothing to do with me.
Or so I thought.
But the next day, the two peeling gates of the Cold Palace were suddenly shoved open.
Two people were thrown inside.
One was a boy, unconscious. He looked about my age-twelve.
The other was a girl dressed as a maid. Judging by her build, she might have been even younger than me, yet her eyes held a maturity that did not match her age.
The gates of the Cold Palace slammed shut again, and the lock clicked into place from the outside.
She stared helplessly at the unconscious boy, muttering things I could not understand at all.
“System, why did I get reborn here?! I never studied history!”
“Help the Seventh Prince? This little brat?”
“But if I help him, I’m going to end up in some tragic, torturous romance with him! Body and soul both abused, and in the end, I even have to cripple both my legs for him.”
“That little girl is the big boss you were talking about? The Demon Empress, Shen Qingchen? You want me to take her down? She’s still a child!”
I frowned.
It was true. My name was Shen Qingchen.
My mother gave me that name. It was a very beautiful name.
But later, she left, and no one in my family called me that anymore. They called me “Erniu.”
Crude and common. But they said it suited me.
How did she know my name?
I had never seen her before.
From her incoherent rambling, I managed to pick out a few pieces of information.
I glanced at the unconscious Seventh Prince on the ground, listened to her disjointed muttering for a while longer, then suddenly grabbed a brick from under the tree.
I raised it high and brought it down on the Seventh Prince.
After a few blows, he stopped breathing.
The little maid finally fell silent.
A moment later, when I saw her open her mouth, I immediately covered my ears.
“The big boss killed off the male lead! Aaaaaah!”
Her scream startled the swallows nesting beneath the eaves into flight.
Dead was dead. At worst, my entire clan would be executed.
I could drag those relatives of mine down with me.
Worth it.
I looked up and said to her very calmly, “You’re not from our world, are you?”
“If you want to go back to your world, you have to complete some kind of strategy route?”
I imitated the words she had used-the ones I did not understand.
“Now, I am the Seventh Prince. You can start strategizing me.”
She looked into my eyes and abruptly calmed down.
My opinion of this chosen ally improved a little.
She could control her emotions.
I smiled at her. “Looks like we’re grasshoppers on the same vine now.”
“Want to work together?”
It sounded like an invitation, but in truth, she had no choice.
She crossed her arms and lowered her gaze to the Seventh Prince’s ruined face. “How do we work together?”
“I become emperor, and you go home. How does that sound?”