Chapter 3 The Emperor

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)

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