Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 231 The Soul of a Fallen Beauty (3)

As a princess, even though her kingdom had fallen, she still had considerable savings.

In particular, Yuanzhou did not have anyone take away her belongings from her palace.

She kept all the good things for herself.

The eunuch beamed with delight, unable to hide his joy. "Please come in, Consort Rong. His Majesty is thinking of you."

Shen Yun, who witnessed everything: How realistic! A textbook example of how to conduct oneself in society.

Shen Yun followed Zhao Jixiang inside, where Yuan Zhou stood in front of a painting, seemingly lost in thought.

Curious, she floated forward to take a closer look, and realized that the person looked somewhat familiar.

He looks a bit like Zhao Jixiang, but not quite.

[Host, that's how your current body looks.]

Shen Yun asked in surprise, "Yuan Zhou likes the original owner? That's impossible." If he really liked her, would he have made the original owner jump off the city wall? As for Zhao Jixiang's schemes, as someone who successfully rebelled as a cavalryman, it's impossible that he couldn't see through them.

Yuan Zhou reached out, his slender fingers caressing the face of the person in the painting with tenderness.

Shen Yun subconsciously shivered; it was a bit eerie.

After thinking for a long time, 2345 finally said, "Of course Yuanzhou couldn't possibly like the original owner of this body; he just thought the portrait was well-painted, which is why he kept it."

Shen Yun couldn't help but twitch her lips. She didn't care, but didn't Zhao Jixiang feel uncomfortable seeing this scene?
Clearly, Zhao Jixiang was somewhat displeased, but she did not show it. Instead, she stepped forward respectfully and said softly, "Your Majesty."

Upon hearing her voice, Yuan Zhou seemed to only then realize what was happening, his eyes slightly bewildered.

He looked her up and down with an extremely toothy gaze, and Yuan Zhou curled the corners of his mouth, his tone tinged with sarcasm, "Do you want to live like this for the rest of your life?"

Zhao Jixiang froze, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. She could almost hear her own heart pounding.

She certainly didn't want to live like this forever, but now it seems she has no other choice.

"Your Majesty, I don't understand what you are saying."

This was exactly what Yuan Zhou had expected, so he wasn't surprised. Instead, he casually untied the ribbon of Zhao Jixiang's thin cloak.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. It's best if you don't understand now and don't understand in the future. That's how I cherish my most beloved Consort Rong." Yuan Zhou looked at her snow-white skin with indifferent eyes. Upon closer inspection, it was like a thousand-year-old ice, seemingly impossible to melt.

"Rest in peace," Yuan Zhou said calmly.

As soon as these words were spoken, a dozen or so palace maids with their hair styled in double buns walked in one after another.

Shen Yun followed along with great interest, finally able to see the scene live.

However, to her great disappointment, the bed was too small, making it difficult to fit three people in.

She walked through the bed curtains with displeasure, her eyes filled with reluctance.

They don't practice thrift where they should, and insist on solving problems where they shouldn't.

So why did they have to burn those palaces down?
Why not save that money and use it to buy a king-size bed?
They don't know how to enjoy life at all.

What if I get the urge to play around someday? This little bed isn't big enough for me.

Also, she has so much stuff on her face, doesn't she really need to wash it off before going to bed?

Even if it was specially developed for her by the Imperial Medical Academy, she shouldn't have to use it at night.

I don't know what she was after, going from a high-ranking princess to a submissive concubine.

Even if she gains favor in the future, she will still only be a concubine.

Putting aside the fact that Yuan Zhou already had a wife, given her status as a princess of a fallen kingdom, she would never be able to become empress in this lifetime.

The children born are destined to live idle lives, accomplishing nothing.

Although the Zhao Kingdom was destined to perish sooner or later, her existence merely accelerated that process. However, having parents and brothers around would be better for her than being alone in the future. Moreover, she was currently, in layman's terms, a mascot, her role being to contribute to the good reputation of the new emperor, Yuan Zhou.

If there's something to do, take it out for a walk; otherwise, leave it aside.

If someone tries to curry favor with the new emperor by criticizing the previous dynasty, then she, as a princess of the previous dynasty, would be in an extremely awkward position.

Even if he impersonated the original Little Lucky Star, it wouldn't have mattered. If he really was Little Lucky Star, the Zhao Kingdom probably wouldn't have perished.

If she had at least one sibling left to shield her from disaster, she might have fared better.

Therefore, Shen Yun had nothing to say about her actions.

Before Yuan Zhou raised an army and declared himself emperor, he was just a lowly soldier.

However, his actions amounted to a betrayal of Zhao Yin and the State of Zhao.

Therefore, he became suspicious and wary of everyone around him.

Can Zhao Jixiang, who drove his parents to their deaths and killed his brothers and sisters, really gain Yuan Zhou's trust?

She couldn't tell how Yuanzhou felt about Zhao Jixiang, but it was obvious that Zhao Jixiang was deeply in love with him.

She's probably the first person to go to such lengths in a relationship that she's completely detached from family and friends.

2345 was quite dissatisfied at not seeing the scene. [Host, you can squeeze in now as a soul; you don't take up any space.]

As Shen Yun felt the cool night breeze, he suddenly realized something: "So, no matter how much I howl now, no one can hear me?"

2345: ...You bastard host, you won't listen to me. I'm so angry.

That's the theoretical correct statement.

"Tsk, I'll give it a try in a bit." Shen Yun stroked his chin. "Before that, I have to clarify two things. First, I'm not going to see the scene, because I'm a person with extremely pure thoughts and a very healthy mind. Second, ghosts also have ghostly rights, and what you just said was an insult to my ghostly dignity."

The truth is that Shen Yun was not happy about his soul overlapping with those two people, feeling that it was a bit strange.

Shen Yun walked to the side of the Imperial Garden. The flowers that were usually so beautiful and charming were almost all bare branches. The petals and leaves on the branches and leaves looked like blood.

The palace was undoubtedly silent at night, making one almost forget the cruelty that had occurred during the day.

"what!!!"

2345 was so frightened that he fell off the sofa and rolled several times on the floor.

Once it snapped out of its daze, it blinked blankly and asked, "Host, w-what's wrong?"

Is this the end of the world? The screams are so mournful.

"It's nothing, I just felt that the night was just right, the moonlight was enchanting, and a sense of poetry welled up in my heart without my noticing."

"Uh-huh!!!"

2345: So, what about poetry?

When someone is illiterate or hard of hearing, isn't that just an interjection?

"Alas!!!"

……

2345 decisively plugged its ears with its little paws; the system was being too much of a pain.

It has reason to suspect that the host is deliberately targeting it.

After a while, Shen Yun asked it triumphantly, "How about it? Don't you think your host is talented and brave?"

2345 shook his head, then nodded in agreement, "Indeed, a parrot."

(End of this chapter)