Introduction

[Sweet, refreshing, and exciting; beloved by the group; revenge on the scumbag]

When Si Fuqing opened her eyes, not only was her luck stolen, but everyone was also telling her to get out of the entertainment industry. Given a second chance, she just wanted to relax and enjoy life, but there were always people who wouldn't listen, trying to ride her coattails and gain attention. Without real talent, how could she survive like this? She had to teach them a lesson.

Si Fuqing clenched her wrist and moved.

Later, the internet was abuzz with criticism, accusing her of being presumptuous and clinging to Yu Yao, spreading rumors about her promiscuous private life. Meanwhile—

an international superstar: "I'm standing here today thanks to Qingqing!

" A top male idol: "Stay away from my sister @Yu Yao!"

Even the official website of the International Games: "Congratulations to Si Fuqing on winning her 13th individual gold medal, waiting for her to retire!"

Yu Yao initially looked down on Si Fuqing, but later, after learning the truth, he was filled with regret and knelt down, begging her to look at him one more time. He could only post a clarification on Weibo: "@Si Fuqing, hello Ninth Aunt."

That day, the entire internet crashed.

Historical

records state that Emperor Yin rose to fame at a young age. He was perfect, powerful, and had the world in his heart. However, he died of illness at the young age of 27, his life short, without wife, concubines, children, or grandchildren. He was the white moonlight idol of countless people.

Unknown to anyone, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself 1500 years in the future.

This time, he saw the prosperous Xia Dynasty he had always dreamed of.

Soon after, Emperor Yin's identity was revealed. Si Fuqing learned that her idol was right beside her. She was filled with admiration and only wanted to—

Si Fuqing: Strive hard!

Emperor Yin: Repay me with your body

Si Fuqing: ???

I'm striving for success, and you want me? All

-

around goddess of unparalleled beauty × Ruthless and noble emperor

From being universally hated to becoming a top idol, and incidentally having a 1v1 with her god-like figure.

Chapter 1 Awakening

  [Today's Breaking News]: Old Master Zuo passed away at the Central Hospital tonight at 10 PM due to heart disease. The Zuo family is in turmoil, with various factions vying for power. Let's all guess: with Old Master Zuo gone, will Si Fuqing, who only got into the entertainment industry thanks to the Zuo family, still be able to survive?

  With a "bang," a cell phone was slammed heavily in front of Si Fuqing.

  The news was posted just two minutes ago, and the comments section was already buzzing with discussion.

  “Si Fuqing, you should know you’re not a member of the Zuo family, and you don’t even have the surname Zuo.” It was Madam Zuo who spoke, her voice icy. “Now that the old man is gone, shouldn’t you leave the Zuo family?”

  “You still want to go in and see the old man’s body? I’m telling you right now, you’re not qualified!”

  In the hall, the entire Zuo family was gathered together.

  They paid little attention to the commotion here, seriously discussing the division of the estate.

  At this moment, the old man’s body was finally taken to the morgue.

  "Look at what people are saying about you online. You think you're so famous in the entertainment industry?" Madam Zuo sneered. "The Zuo family raised you for thirteen years, and how have you repaid them? All you do is smear others all day long."

  Si Fuqing lowered her head, unfamiliar memories churning violently in her mind, pain spreading throughout her body.

  She pressed her tongue against her teeth, suppressing the metallic taste rising in her throat, picked up a piece of gauze and wrapped it around her bleeding wrist before glancing at her phone screen.

  The comments under the news article had already exceeded a thousand, all of them curses.

  [Although some of what I'm saying is unkind, I still have to say it: with Old Master Zuo gone, let's see how Si Fuqing survives in the entertainment industry.]

  [Great! Great news! Si Fuqing can finally get out of "Youthful Days"! What right does someone who can't sing or dance have to be a dance mentor for a boy band audition?] [

  She always wears heavy makeup; I wonder how unsightly she looks without it. When is she going to get out of the entertainment industry?]

  Seeing that she ignored her, Madam Zuo raised her voice: "Are you deaf?!"

  Si Fuqing finally raised her head, her lips still stained with blood, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "Hmm?"

  She wasn't wearing any makeup today; she was completely bare-faced.

  The girl's skin and bone structure were extremely beautiful.

  Her skin was porcelain white, and her long hair was soft.

  She looked like a figure from an ancient painting, with a beautiful and elegant appearance.

  Unfortunately, she also possessed a pair of captivating, fox-like eyes, her gaze reserved and unspoken, adding to her allure—truly a face flawless from every angle.

  Madam Zuo, however, loathed this face.

  For years, she had lived in constant fear, terrified that Si Fuqing would seduce her son.

  But for some reason, ever since Si Fuqing entered the entertainment industry, she had always worn heavy, unnatural makeup.

  This, ironically, lessened Madam Zuo's worries somewhat.

  Looking at this excessively beautiful face, she recalled events from long ago.

  Thirteen years ago, Old Master Zuo went on a business trip to Beijing. When he returned, he had a five-year-old girl by his side.

  Undeniably, Si Fuqing was a beauty from a young age, surpassing all the other young ladies of the Zuo family.

  Despite opposition, Old Master Zuo signed an adoption agreement and brought her into the Zuo family.

  Under his care, Si Fuqing received treatment no different from the direct descendants of the Zuo family, and even better.

  Three years ago, for reasons unknown, Si Fuqing wanted to enter the entertainment industry, and Old Master Zuo agreed, even sending her abroad for further studies.

  However, Si Fuqing's professional skills were poor, and her makeup was appalling.

  Although she successfully debuted abroad and returned to China to develop her career, becoming a member of the popular girl group Starry Sky Girls, she was surrounded by haters online, and the Zuo family was repeatedly mocked as a result.

  When Mrs. Zuo went out to socialize with other wealthy women, she was frequently asked about this, which made her extremely resentful.

  If it weren't for Old Master Zuo, how could she have accepted Si Fuqing staying in the Zuo family?

  Si Fuqing leaned back on the sofa, propping her head up with her hand, the pain in her head slowly subsiding.

  A few seconds later, she finally accepted that she had died tragically in an explosion caused by a mistake during an experiment, becoming a female celebrity plagued by negative news once again.

  This incident taught her that when creating anti-gravity armor, never drink cola.

  A female celebrity shared her name.

  Her memories before the age of five were hazy. From the time she could remember, she lived in the Zuo family.

  The only person in the Zuo family who cared about her was Old Master Zuo, who brought her back. He said her parents were dead, so he would take care of her.

  But Old Master Zuo was busy with business and often didn't come home.

  She was constantly bullied by her siblings in the Zuo family. This time, before she could even argue with the eldest grandson of the Zuo family, he slashed her wrist, almost killing her.

  Si Fuqing's long eyelashes lowered, and a hint of ferocity rose in her eyes.

  In her previous life, she was also an orphan, fortunate enough to be taken in and carefully cared for by her sister. Later, she joined a sect and had a group of heartless senior brothers and sisters.

  But before she could even enjoy life, she was blown up to death with a "bang."

  Such achievements are probably unmatched in the entire sect, and she truly deserves her title of "the one who makes even ghosts weep."

  "Alright, stop talking," Zuo Tianfeng symbolically interrupted, "Let's settle the inheritance issue first."

  Madam Zuo said resentfully, "Look at her like this, she's probably going to try and hold us responsible."

  The adoption agreement was signed by Old Master Zuo, and no one has the right to break it.

  Now that Si Fuqing is an adult, if she doesn't agree, the adoption agreement cannot be dissolved.

  Si Fuqing stood up, her gaze finally landing on Madam Zuo.

  Her wrist was still wrapped in gauze, and blood was seeping out little by little.

  It was a shocking sight, but she herself seemed oblivious to the pain, her fox-like eyes crinkling, each movement captivating and alluring.

  Si Fuqing's lips curled into a slow smile: "Get out."

  "..."

  A moment of silence fell over the hall.

  The dozens of members of the Zuo family also stopped talking, their gazes turning in surprise.

  They all knew how Si Fuqing usually behaved in the Zuo family.

  She was always submissive, never daring to raise her head, let alone speak harshly to Madam Zuo.

  Madam Zuo's eyes reddened with anger. She took two steps forward, about to grab the girl's hand: "Si Fuqing, are you trying to rebel!"

  Si Fuqing turned her head, her smile icy, and looking down at him, uttered the same word: "Get out."

  Madam Zuo, momentarily losing her grip, stumbled a few steps in her high heels.

  Zuo Tianfeng quickly steadied her and called out sharply, "Si Fuqing!"

  Si Fuqing put on her coat, didn't turn her head, and went straight downstairs.

  "She's throwing a tantrum now?" Madam Zuo's chest heaved, clearly quite angry. "Once she gets out of the Zuo family, let's see how she'll laugh then. I'll remember this debt!"

  Zuo Tianfeng glanced back, frowning.

  Si Fuqing was acting very strangely today; could she have been provoked into a frenzy?

  But that was none of his business. Si Fuqing was about to be kicked out of the Zuo family; he had neither the time nor the inclination to lecture an outsider.   

  **

  Third floor, emergency department.**

  The doctor on duty was a woman around fifty years old. She frowned: "Hold out your hand."

  Si Fuqing lowered her eyes and obediently held out her hand.

  "How did you get hurt like this?" The doctor unwrapped the gauze and gasped. "Why couldn't you discuss it with your family instead of hurting yourself?"

  "Young lady, you have such a beautiful face, why don't you know how to cherish it?"

  Si Fuqing blinked her foxy eyes, realizing her mistake: "Sister, I was wrong."

  The girl's eyes were deep black, clear and bright, with long, thick eyelashes that seemed to gently brush against her cheeks like butterfly wings.

  A few strands of hair fell down, highlighting her porcelain-white skin, sculpted like jade.

  No one could resist Si Fuqing's face.

  The female doctor's heart softened immediately: "I'm in the ER every Wednesday and Friday. If you ever encounter any troublesome situation and can't find anyone, just come to me."

  Si Fuqing's eyes lit up, and she sweetly replied, "Thank you, sister."

  The female doctor bent down to stitch her wound, annoyed: "Don't call me sister. I'm old enough to be your mother. Sit still and don't move around."

  Si Fuqing: "..."

  Her flattery backfired.

  "Then, Auntie, do you have a needle? Please give me a prick here." Si Fuqing pointed to an acupoint and smiled, "It stops the bleeding quickly."

  The female doctor was surprised: "This young lady knows medicine?"

  To be able to easily name an acupoint for stopping bleeding, she must have some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine.

  Si Fuqing wasn't modest at all, nonchalantly replying, "So-so, third best in the world."

  The female doctor was speechless.

  She was just like her daughter, suffering from a case of adolescent delusions.

  The female doctor stitched up Si Fuqing's wound, disinfected it, and instructed, "Don't get it wet, and don't do any strenuous exercise with your left hand. Come back in a week for a dressing change. Just find me; these are some oral medications."

  Si Fuqing nodded her thanks, took the prescription, and went downstairs to get the medicine.

  She slowly opened her WeChat wallet and glanced down.

  The balance was 250.

  "..."

  Great, even the numbers were mocking her, this fool who'd blown herself up.

  Si Fuqing put her phone away and went to the pharmacy door expressionlessly.

  When had she ever been this poor?

  **

  The early spring air was still a bit chilly, and the wind was stronger at night.

  Si Fuqing wrapped her coat tighter around herself and walked to the back entrance of the hospital.

  A black sedan was parked there, battered and old, at least a decade old.

  She remembered this car.

  Last year, when she turned 18, Old Master Zuo gave her a car as a coming-of-age gift, but it was later snatched away by the third young lady of the Zuo family, who gave her an old, discarded car instead.

  Si Fuqing nonchalantly opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

  A small calendar sat in front of the car, the date clearly marked:

  2025.

  She held the calendar and clicked her tongue, "2025..."

  She had been dead for three years.

  Not only had she been resurrected, but she had also transmigrated three years into the future.

  The events of the past three years were a blank slate for her; though the time wasn't long, it was enough for everything to change.

  She was currently in the Great Xia Empire, too far from her sect to return.

  Even if she did go back, who would believe she wasn't dead?

  Si Fuqing unscrewed a bottle of cola she'd just bought from a vending machine, her smile deepening: "I'd drink you even in death, I'd drink you even in life, my love for you is truly profound."

  It was two in the morning, and all was silent. The pitch-black night sky was devoid of even starlight and moonlight.

  A gentle evening breeze blew in through the window, and Si Fuqing's eyes flickered.

  It was the smell of blood, very faint, mixed with a barely perceptible fragrance, masking the scent.

  But having spent years in the midst of violence, she was very sensitive to this kind of smell.

  Si Fuqing took another sip of her cola and screwed the cap back on.

  She was penniless now and didn't want to waste a can of cola.

  Her other hand had already reached for a screwdriver in the car.

  In a split second, the locked car door opened silently.

  A cool, crisp scent wafted in, the stench of blood suddenly intensifying.

  It was a man.

  He was tall and imposing, with broad shoulders, a perfectly curved waist, and strong, long legs.

  Like a gilded statue, untouchable, unapproachable.

  In the darkness, and without night vision training, Si Fuqing couldn't make out his features.

  A smile played at the corners of her eyes as she rested her head on her hand, tossing the cola bottle in one hand.

  The girl's fearless expression made the man pause.

  But he didn't forget the important matter, and leaned his long back slightly.

  "Shh." His slender fingers gently pressed against her lips.

  At the same time, his other hand closed the car door.

  ——————

  New book launch! Qingqing and Goddess Si are here to accompany you \=3\= Things

  to know before you start reading:

  1. Entire story is fictional! Double rebirth, 1v1, both protagonists are clean, the original owner is the female lead.

  2. All entertainment industry characters are fictional, please do not associate them with real people.

  (End of Chapter)

Chapter 2 First Encounter

  The space inside the vehicle was already cramped.

  Now, with another person added, it felt even more confined.

  The temperature subtly rose.

  The closer they got, the stronger the stench of blood became, yet the man showed no wounds.

  Si Fuqing watched him with interest, while simultaneously twitching her ears, clearly catching a series of chaotic footsteps, interspersed with a few gunshots.

  Only then did the man speak: "May I borrow this place, miss, to take shelter?"

  His voice was low and cold, almost mechanical, clearly a disguise to avoid being recognized.

  Yet, his tone still retained his usual refined elegance, but the lowered ending carried a chilling edge, a cruelty etched into his very bones.

  Si Fuqing had no intention of looking at his face again.

  If he was so cautious that he even changed his voice, his face couldn't possibly have been unmasked.

  “Sure, pay up.” She twirled her hair, like a lazy little fox grooming its fur, a smile curving her eyes. “With the money, everything’s fine.”

  The man paused. “That makes sense.”

  He took a jade pendant from somewhere and gently placed it on the dashboard.

  The pendant felt smooth and cool to the touch, clearly a piece of fine jade.

  Si Fuqing put the pendant away and slowly said, “Need any cooperation? I can download some erotic music for you as accompaniment. Do you prefer ‘Majestic’ or ‘Tiger-Eye’?”

  Taking money to do things was the only unchanging principle she had upheld for so many years.

  “No need.” The man said calmly. “This is enough.”

  He lowered his gaze slightly, his excellent eyesight allowing him to see her face clearly. Exceptional beauty

  , with skin as white as ice and bones as jade.

  A rare beauty.

  Si Fuqing shifted her hand to support her head. “As long as you’re not tired.”

  The man’s arm rested on the dashboard, encircling the girl in his arms. With a slight, skillful movement, the car began to sway.

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  Although they were close, the two didn't make any physical contact.

  From the outside, however, the fogged, mottled glass created an illusion of romance, adding a unique allure.

  The series of hurried footsteps stopped at that moment.

  "Where is he? Did he go to the hospital?" an angry voice rang out, then suddenly rose, "What's that over there?!"

  "Whoosh!"

  A blinding light shone on the car, then quickly moved away.

  Seeing the car shake violently, the man cursed, "Where did these two bastards come from, doing this outside the hospital? It's bad luck, aren't they afraid of bringing the dead back to life?"

  "If I didn't have important business to attend to today, I would have snatched this woman!"

  "Stop talking, the mission is important," another man said quickly, "Where did he go? He's not here!"

  "Let's go, into the hospital, keep chasing! We absolutely can't let him get away!"

  The group gradually left, and the surroundings returned to calm.

  Si Fuqing stretched, raising her chin: "Excuse me, let me have a Coke."

  The man stepped back slightly.

  Si Fuqing reached out her right hand to unscrew the bottle cap, but in the next second, she abruptly turned and attacked directly at his shoulder.

  The man's reaction was equally swift; his already dark eyes instantly darkened.

  In less than ten seconds, the two had exchanged over a dozen blows.   

  "Thump!"

  Si Fuqing was slammed into the driver's seat.

  She still couldn't see his face, but she could feel his cold aura, his long, strong arms, and his broad shoulders. Only

  a layer of clothing separated them, and warmth flowed between them.

  "Your wrist is injured and you're weak; you're no match for me." He gripped her uninjured right wrist tightly. "If this continues, I'm not sure what I might do."

  His eyes were expressionless, calm and undisturbed, as if no unexpected event could move him.

  Yet, they exuded a palpable sense of oppression and aggression.

  Si Fuqing blinked, her emotions unwavering, and slowly replied, "Alright."

  "Thank you for today, young lady." The man paused, released her hand, and spoke in a calm, steady, and powerful voice, "If I have the honor of seeing you again, I will come to thank you in person."

  He had come silently and left without a sound.

  The smell of blood dissipated, and Si Fuqing turned on the car's interior light.

  She looked down at her palm.

  A thin, metallic object gleamed faintly in the darkness.

  Although she hadn't won against him, she had managed to steal something from him.

  The Great Xia Empire was divided into many factions

  , but the Mohist School of Zhongzhou was one she recognized.

  The Mohist School was a powerful family in Zhongzhou, renowned for its mechanisms and hidden weapons.

  Its history spanned over a thousand years.

  Si Fuqing seemed lost in thought.

  In her previous life, although she possessed pure Great Xia blood, she hadn't visited the Great Xia Empire much; much of her information came from her second senior brother's intelligence network and friends she'd met online.

  However, whether that man was a member of the Mohist School was irrelevant to her.

  He was right; her current physical strength was too weak.

  "Speaking so formally, you'd think you were from ancient times," Si Fuqing said, putting the hidden weapon in her pocket. "Communicating with you is such a hassle, and I have so many enemies. Who wants to run into you again?"

  She finished the last sip of her cola, tossed it into a nearby trash can, leaned back in her car seat for a long while, and then started the car and drove away.

  **

  Eight o'clock in the morning, the Zuo family. **

  The funeral arrangements for Old Master Zuo were still underway. Zuo Tianbei and Madam Zuo were not present, leaving only a few younger members of the Zuo family.

  "Second sister, this time we finally got rid of Si Fuqing." Zuo Qingya stirred her coffee. "I get angry seeing how good Grandpa is to her. Who does she think she is that Grandpa is so kind to someone outside her family?"

  "And she even went to the entertainment industry! It's laughable. The people in the entertainment industry who criticize her line up all the way overseas. She has no self-awareness whatsoever."

  Zuo Qingya knew very well what kind of reputation Si Fuqing had in the entertainment industry.

  Absolutely terrible. A star who can't do anything right, and whose face is unattractive—what kind of popularity could she possibly have?

  Sometimes, when she felt like it, she would hire a group of online trolls to smear Si Fuqing.

  As the third young lady of the Zuo family, Zuo Qingya looked down on the entertainment industry and never watched talent shows. She only downloaded and watched them after hearing that Si Fuqing had embarrassed herself on "Youthful Days."

  She was happy to see netizens criticizing Si Fuqing.

  Zuo Xianyu didn't comment, only saying, "Let's keep quiet."

  She wasn't saying this to defend Si Fuqing, but rather because Si Fuqing wasn't worth her attention.

  　Good morning, everyone!

  　　It's been over two months, and I've seen many familiar faces. Thank you all for still being here. I hope my new story won't disappoint you

  　　. It needs your support, so please comment and vote! We'll have an event after I sign the contract~

  　　Those two fight as soon as they meet, typical of you guys :)

  (End of Chapter)

Chapter 3 The Emperor

  "Second sister, why are you protecting her?" Zuo Qingya complained, "I'm your sister, why are you speaking up for her?"

  Zuo Xianyu looked up and said slowly, "Precisely because she's an outsider, I need to teach you. No one will say anything if she willingly degenerates."

  "And you, as the eldest daughter of the Zuo family, should be mindful of your words and actions, lest you embarrass yourself in high society."

  "But I just can't stand her." Zuo Qingya pouted, her eyes suddenly lighting up, "I remember she has quite a few nice things in her room. Anyway, she's about to leave, I'll take them all back first."

  She stood up and strode upstairs.

  This time, Zuo Xianyu didn't stop her.

  Regardless, Si Fuqing had been using the Zuo family's money all these years, and the things in her room should belong to the Zuo family.

  Zuo Xianyu finished a cup of black coffee, touched up her lipstick in the mirror, picked up her handbag, and went to work.

  Upstairs.

  Si Fuqing's bedroom was on the fourth floor, at the very back. Besides that, the entire floor was occupied by guest rooms.

  Zuo Qingya had a spare key from Madam Zuo and easily entered.

  The bedroom wasn't large, containing only a bed and a table with a bookshelf.

  "Who's going to read all these books?" Zuo Qingya's expression couldn't hide her contempt. "Not even a junior high school diploma, a fish that slipped through the net of nine years of education."

  She ignored the bookshelf, walked to the table, picked up a few barely presentable jewelry boxes, and muttered, "Poor wretch."

  She thought she could get something good.

  Zuo Qingya turned to leave.

  "Bang!"

  Suddenly, she was slammed against the wall with great force, her back went numb, and a sharp pain shot through her wrist.

  Zuo Qingya's hand went limp, and the boxes fell to the ground.

  "So you like being a thief?" The girl's voice was ethereal, with a slight smile. "You have the guts to steal, but can you take it?"

  Zuo Qingya was startled and couldn't help but scream, "Si Fuqing, it's you? What do you want?!"

  A year ago, Si Fuqing returned to the country with the Starry Sky Girls group, always heavily made up, with purple lips and white eyebrows.

  Now, with her face bare, Zuo Qingya almost didn't recognize her.

  "That's what I should be asking you," Si Fuqing said, her fox-like eyes crinkling as she slowly approached. "What do you want?"

  "What can I do?" Zuo Qingya couldn't help but shrink back, then her anger flared. "Of course, I'm going to take back everything you've eaten from the Zuo family all these years! You dare lay a hand on me?"

  "No need to worry about that." Si Fuqing hooked her chin with her finger, forcing her to look up, and said calmly, "What I used wasn't yours, I'll return it too."

  Zuo Qingya scoffed, "You have no money, no power, how will you return it? Let me tell you, you—"

  "Shh, be good." Si Fuqing's hand tightened little by little, chuckling softly, "I don't like noisy people."

  Zuo Qingya froze, her mind reeling.

  Then, with a "bang," the door was pushed open, slamming shut outside.

  "..."

  A few seconds later, Zuo Qingya finally came to her senses.

  She screamed angrily, banging on the door incessantly: "Si Fuqing! Si Fuqing, come out here if you dare! This is the Zuo family home, what right do you have to lock me out!"

  "Come out! You bastard with unrecognizable parents, what are you still doing in the Zuo family home!"

  The door was quite shockproof and soundproof, so Si Fuqing ignored it and turned to survey the room.

  She didn't look at anything else, heading straight for the bookshelf, which held some professional books on dancing and singing.

  Some pages were yellowed and had various colored labels.

  Si Fuqing ran her fingers over them lazily.

  She knew she was still in the entertainment industry, a somewhat famous idol, but unfortunately, all she had was a bad reputation.

  In her previous life, her sect had allowed its disciples to choose their own locations for training, and she had spent some time in Glenn.

  Glenn, the world's largest film and television center.

  A gathering place for film emperors and empresses from all over the world, and also a hub for performing arts geniuses.   

  Si Fuqing bent down and pinched her legs and waist, finding them much more flexible than she had imagined.

  This made retraining much easier.

  Besides the textbooks, there were three rows of history books, thick and elegant.

  The predecessor of the Great Xia Empire was the Great Xia Dynasty, and before that, the Great Zhao Dynasty—thousands of years of history were laid out here.

  Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow, her finger landing precisely on a history book.

  It was a biography of an emperor, *The Biography of Emperor

  Yin* .

  She had heard her second senior brother recount this glorious yet short-lived history many times.

  Emperor Yin was the youngest emperor in the history of the Great Xia Dynasty.

  He was perfect and powerful, decisive in his actions, and had the world in his heart.

  During his reign, he expanded the territory of the Great Xia to its greatest extent, conquering thousands of miles, defeating the barbarians and the western continent's duchies, and his power shook the four seas.

  All the surrounding vassal states paid homage and submitted.

  The Great Xia Dynasty's former glory shook all the kingdoms of the western continent who coveted its territory.

  Emperor Yin dedicated his entire life to this dynasty, without wives, concubines, children, or grandchildren; his successor was adopted from the clan.

  Sadly, heroes, like beauties, are not allowed to grow old; he died at the age of twenty-seven from hemoptysis caused by lung disease.

  His arrival was dramatic, his departure silent.

  Si Fuqing had often heard her second senior brother lament that Emperor Yin died too young, otherwise, the entire Western Continent would have been conquered by the Great Xia.

  He was a born war god, unmatched by anyone.

  On the title page was written a sentence—"

  The heavens are not settled, the seas are not calm, the nation is not secure, what is a home?"

  Historical records state that Emperor Yin used this phrase to refuse the ministers' proposal to hold a selection of concubines.

  Si Fuqing had only heard it at the time, without really understanding its significance.

  After all, the era was too distant; Emperor Yin died in the 684th year of the Xia calendar, before her great-great-grandfather was even born.

  But when the same fate—an untimely death—fell upon her, Si Fuqing finally became interested in this young emperor.

  She stroked her chin, pulled out "The Chronicles of the Crown Prince," and put it in her backpack.

  She then organized her ID and other essentials before leaving the room.

  She wouldn't take anything from the Zuo family.

  Si Fuqing had only reached the third floor when she heard Zuo Qingya's clear sobs from the first floor.

  "Dad, she locked me out! She even laid hands on me! My wrist is swollen!"

  "Dad, why is she still in the Zuo family? Grandpa's already gone! She should get out of here!"

  Si Fuqing adjusted her coat and slowly continued downstairs.

  Upon reaching the first floor, she indeed saw Zuo Tianfeng, who had just returned. Having

  stayed up all night worrying about Old Master Zuo, Zuo Tianfeng had dark circles under his eyes and was in a bad mood.

  Hearing Zuo Qingya's complaints only fueled his anger, and he exploded. "Stop

  !" Zuo Tianfeng slammed his hand on the table, his voice cold. "Take everything out of your bag and put it down."

  They weren't even from the Zuo family, yet they wanted to take their things?

  Si Fuqing slowly raised her head, her fox-like eyes lowered, deep and captivating, alluring and flirtatious.

  She flexed her wrist and smiled, "I suggest you move aside."

  　Today, it's the male lead who lives in history books for three chapters without a name (?).

  　　Qingqing: I'm interested in you because we both died young

  　　. Emperor Yin: .

  　　The male lead's character in this new story is a new attempt, I hope everyone likes it. Our Qingqing should be a drama queen goddess and a cute little thing.

  (End of this chapter)