Chapter 2 Reborn Ten Years Ago, I Was a Tyrant

Junxi had no afterlife; she lost too much blood and died in Yujing City on a stormy night.

The body was wrapped in a straw mat by a "kind-hearted person" and thrown into a mass grave, where it was devoured by wild dogs.

Junxi had a splitting headache, and only then did she realize that she was currently in a soul state.

The sun is shining brightly; today is the day of her funeral.

The officiant, with a solemn expression, recited the eulogy.

"On the third day of the sixth month in the tenth year of Xihe's reign, Empress Xihe passed away."

"Heaven and earth grieve together, and all people weep blood. The late emperor pacified the Xiongnu in the west and campaigned against the Manchus in the north..."

Junxi had a complicated expression. Being able to witness his own funeral would certainly be a topic of conversation in the underworld.

On either side of the enormous and ornate coffin, civil and military officials, dressed in mourning clothes, stood as a court band played funeral music, and the suona horns rose, their high-pitched and resonant notes filling the air.

The people, dressed in white, lined the streets, weeping as they saw them off.

"spread!"

White paper money rose and scattered in the air, falling softly like goose feathers in a snowstorm.

Junxi's soul body has returned to its peak state. She is dressed in a black dragon robe, her black hair is tied up high, she wears a purple-gold crown and cloud-stepping boots, showing her imperial majesty.

The long funeral procession resembled a desolate white dragon, its body occupying the wide streets of Yujing, a sight that evoked deep sorrow.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, lifting Junxi's dark robes.

Just then, the coffin moved to the side, and the white silk cloth fluttered up.

Junxi and her own coffin passed each other by.

"Jun Mingyue is a traitorous minister! Shen Changqing is a wicked and disastrous husband who brought ruin to the country! His Majesty died unjustly!"

"I beg Heaven to open its eyes and clear the name of my wife who serves me!"

Before the coffin, nine handsome men, each with their own unique charm, knelt in neat rows. Dressed in white mourning clothes, with tears in their eyes, they cried out in unison for Junxi's innocence.

This is not...

The nine husbands she divorced?

Junxi suddenly burst into laughter. It turned out that not everyone in the world was unfaithful; there were people who were truly sincere to her, and more than one at that!

Jun Mingyue and Shen Changqing are both scheming against each other and are not good people, so how can they be sincere?

Her life, Junxi, wasn't too much of a failure.

She stepped forward to help them up, but her transparent soul passed right through them.

"As long as the world knows the injustice done to my wife, that Jun Mingyue and Shen Changqing were adulterers, having an affair in the harem and poisoning the Emperor, I am willing to die to prove my innocence!"

Gu Jingxing took the lead, and the remaining eight husbands echoed in unison.

"I am willing to die to prove my innocence!"

The nine people had clearly planned it in advance; their movements were remarkably synchronized. The daggers slashed across their necks, and blood gushed out, staining the white paper money red—a horrifying sight.

Junxi wanted to stop it, but he was powerless to do so.

She could only watch helplessly as her nine husbands, who had truly loved her, died on the spot, sacrificing their lives to seek justice for her.

Perhaps it was the scene of the nine people resolutely facing death that was too shocking, and Junxi regretted for the first time that she had chosen Shen Changqing and abandoned her nine husbands.

She looked up at the sky, but she couldn't stop her tears from flowing.

The people were outraged, and the civil and military officials were in uproar, leading to a period of chaos and disorder.

"Was His Majesty truly killed by Prince Mingyue and Young Master Changqing?"

"Your Majesty, I will certainly investigate the truth and give you an explanation!"

"Your Majesty—"

The noisy and chaotic sounds seemed far away from her, and Junxi's consciousness began to sink into darkness and become blurred.

Perhaps because the emperor was unjustly killed and the people were outraged, snow began to fall on a sunny June day!

Snowflakes fluttered down, falling on Yujing, on the streets, on the funeral procession, on the coffin, and on the nine deceased husbands.

The scalding blood cooled, and the white banners fell to the ground in disarray.

Snow in June, a tragic injustice throughout the ages.

Jun Mingyue and Shen Changqing were quickly exposed. Jun Mingyue's dream of becoming empress shattered like a phantom as soon as it began. Shen Changqing was executed by the angry people and officials, and died a gruesome death.

However, Junxi did not see any of this.

After death, consciousness falls into darkness, and many memories from life will flash before one's eyes.

Junxi saw that she had consolidated power and the empire was secure...

The scene shifts, and we see handsome men surrounding us, amidst a magnificent and prosperous world...

Finally, the image condensed, and she saw herself as a child.

Five-year-old Junxi looked up at her, her face showing a maturity beyond her years.

"Junxi, if you were given a second chance at life, would you be willing to be kind to others, punish Jun Mingyue and Shen Changqing, and kill them over so they would let you go?"

Junxi gazed at her tiny self, a slight smile playing on her thin lips.

"willing."

She was willing to commit even greater evils, to utterly crush the vassal state under her feet, and to tear Jun Mingyue and Shen Changqing to pieces.

She relentlessly squeezed their living space, forcing them to be crushed into the mud, and told them this.

"I am the supreme ruler, and you are the inferior ones."

"Thunder and rain, all are the Emperor's grace; why don't you quickly accept the decree and express your gratitude?"

Junxi and her younger self exchanged a smile, a smile that was both gloomy and insane.

"Your Highness, please have mercy and spare her life, considering that the Grand Tutor is old and has worked hard for the Great Phoenix Dynasty for most of his life."

A clear yet gentle male voice rang out, awakening Junxi from her slumber.

As soon as Junxi opened her eyes, a sharp pain shot through her head. With difficulty, she raised her hand and immediately realized that she had returned to ten years ago, when she was still the Crown Princess in the Eastern Palace.

There's no other reason than that her hands have very delicate skin, and moreover, she possesses all five senses, which are essential for martial arts.

After figuring out the current situation of her rebirth, Junxi looked toward the source of the sound.

Behind the screen, a man with a straight posture, as upright as a bamboo or pine, knelt upright. He bowed his head and kowtowed deeply, then continued to plead for mercy with earnest words.

"Your Highness, please have mercy. The Grand Tutor is also Your Highness's teacher. Killing the Grand Tutor will only tarnish Your Highness's reputation. Even if Your Highness is thinking of yourself, you cannot kill the Grand Tutor."

Grand Tutor?

Junxi thought back carefully and realized that Grand Tutor Li Moyan had been her teacher for three days.

She remembered that ten years ago, her cousin tricked her into taking large amounts of Wushi San (a type of traditional Chinese medicine), which caused her to go crazy from time to time.

When the illness strikes, the person becomes ruthless, cruel, and bloodthirsty, showing no regard for family or friends.

Li Moyan pointed at Junxi's nose and cursed her for being tyrannical, unfit to be the crown prince, and unworthy of being the Crown Princess...

For so long, the people have revered and the officials have praised Empress Xihe, and they have almost forgotten that ten years ago she was a complete tyrant who treated human life as worthless.

Junxi leaned against the headboard, her right leg bent, her right hand resting on her knee. She frowned and thought for a moment. The person kneeling in front of the screen seemed to be her husband, Gu Jingxing.

Thinking of the scene in her previous life where Gu Jingxing and his nine husbands committed suicide together, Junxi's heart softened, and she said gently:

"Come to the bed."

Upon hearing this, Gu Jingxing trembled, his lowered eyes filled with humiliation.

In the end, can she still not escape the fate of having her body forcibly taken?

Gu Jingxing is the eldest son of the current Prime Minister Gu Li. He has a noble and aloof appearance, but is actually gentle and refined at heart.

Junxi brought disaster to the country and disrupted the government, persecuting loyal and virtuous officials. The people of the world were filled with resentment and suffered unspeakable misery.

Gu Jingxing didn't think he was that great, willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of all living beings.

However, the Grand Tutor had been kind enough to teach him, so he couldn't refuse to save him!

In today's world, women are superior to men, and the Great Phoenix Dynasty establishes itself through military might.

Women are naturally better at martial arts than men, and for hundreds of years, a policy of "keeping the people ignorant" has been implemented, which promotes the idea that a man's virtue lies in his lack of talent and that a man's purity is his destiny.

For Gu Jingxing, the fact that the Grand Tutor was willing to teach him the classics, history, philosophy, literature, and the Six Arts of the Gentlemen-Ladies in such an environment was like a second birth.

Therefore, even at the cost of his life, he would plead for the Grand Tutor.

Junxi waited a while, but seeing that Gu Jingxing made no move, she said impatiently in a cold voice:

"Are you deaf?"

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