Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 505 The Princess Who Wants to Compilation 2

Almost immediately, the sound of subtle and respectful footsteps could be heard outside the tent, followed by the maid's breathless response: "Your Highness?" The voice was cautious and filled with obvious awe.

"Change clothes." These two words were short and crisp, carrying an unquestionable command and a hint of obvious laziness and fatigue that only comes after having a great time.

She supported her body, and in a relatively "elegant" posture, which was actually full of resistance in her heart, she slowly stood up, stepped over Shen Ji's slender legs, and stepped barefoot on the cold and unfamiliar wooden floor.

With her back to the bed and facing the maid standing by, the forced frivolity and laziness on her face instantly faded away, leaving only coldness and solemnity.

But her back was straight, her head slightly raised, and the majesty of a princess was not diminished at all - this was a memory instinct that was engraved in her bones, or rather, forcibly instilled into this body.

Yun Chu could feel that under the maid's lowered head, there seemed to be cautious eyes secretly observing through the gap in the curtain, evaluating the follow-up of this new "farce".

She knew that this mansion was like a sieve, and every word and action could be used as evidence against her sisters.

The maidservant did not dare to hesitate, and immediately stepped forward, lifted a corner of the gauze curtain, and respectfully prepared to serve.

Yun Chu leaned slightly to the side and caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that Shen Ji seemed to have finally moved his eyelids, but he did not open his eyes immediately, only his eyelashes trembled more violently.

He was obviously awake, but chose to remain silent and pretend to be asleep.

Yun Chu didn't look back at him.

The maidservant gently draped a soft, expensive silk nightgown over her. The moment the fabric touched her skin, Yun Chu regained a sense of isolation, but the absurdity and vigilance in her heart only intensified. She allowed the maidservant to serve her, her mind racing:

【Travel around the mountains and rivers, compile books...】

The starting point of this mission was actually being trapped in a role that was completely contrary to her true nature.

This "dissolute" character is both armor and a cage.

How could he leave the capital to complete the mission while wearing this mask under the watchful eyes of several imperial sisters?

The tied nightgown ribbon was tied into a knot at the waist.

Yun Chu looked at the gorgeously wrapped figure of the girl in the mirror. Deep in his eyes, the cold rationality belonging to "Host Yun Chu" finally gained the upper hand in this environment full of cosmetics and desire.

The play still needs to be performed, but this first step must be taken more steadily than anyone else.

She needs to grasp the situation as quickly as possible, collect information, and pave the way for "Huang Yunchu's" true dream, which is also her own mission.

Yun Chu had just stepped out of the bedroom filled with an ambiguous atmosphere when the cool morning breeze brushed past her tense nerves, slightly dispelling some of her irritability.

She was concentrating on thinking about how to plan her trip, but a tall figure quietly blocked her way like a shadow.

The man was leaning against a carved vermilion lacquer pillar, wearing a moon-white gauze shirt with the collar loose and half-open, revealing a small piece of jade-white chest.

Her black hair was loosely tied up with a jade hairpin, with a few strands scattered on her temples. Her eyes and brows held a deliberately flattering gentleness, yet concealed a barely perceptible hint of resentment.

It was Liu Rufeng, one of the beauties who was "invited" back to the mansion by the original owner half a year ago.

"Your Highness..." Liu Rufeng's voice was deliberately light and soft, with a long ending and a sweet and charming tone.

He walked forward slowly, his cool fingertips trying to reach the sleeves of Yun Chu's untied nightgown. "I heard the coldness in the bamboo pavilion last night... Your Highness, now that you have a new lover, have you forgotten the old one?"

He raised his eyes, his gaze full of emotion, as if he wanted to speak but hesitated.

Yun Chu's heart was filled with alarm. This was precisely the "trouble" caused by the original owner's debauched image—a group of "beauties" who had been forcibly abducted into the mansion and had to rely on her favors to survive, and who also served as spies for various parties.

The Liu Rufeng in front of him was the person that the second princess had stuffed in, as he remembered.

Yun Chu was instantly absorbed in the role. The deep thought in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by impatience and arrogance.

At the moment when Liu Rufeng's fingertips were about to touch her sleeve, she suddenly waved her hand to block it. The force was so great that Liu Rufeng staggered a step, and the gentle smile on her face froze instantly.

"How dare you!" Yun Chu's voice was not loud, but it carried the cold and oppressive aura of a princess, as if it had been quenched by ice. "Where am I going? Who am I worried about? When do I need to report to you?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and her gaze was like a cold blade scraping across Liu Rufeng's deliberately dressed-up face, and deliberately swept across a faint mark on the side of his neck that was exposed due to the loose collar of his clothes - that was the mark left by the original owner after a "visit".

Liu Rufeng's face turned pale, and the false tenderness in his eyes was replaced by fear. He knelt down in a hurry: "I dare not! I just... I just miss Your Highness so much..." His body trembled slightly.

He knew that the princess had a fickle temper. She could be sweet-talking yesterday, but turn ruthless today and even punish people at will.

Everyone in the palace lives in fear that if they fall out of favor, they might be banished to the cold courtyard or even disappear without a sound.

Yun Chu snorted coldly, raised her leg and walked around him, the wind brought by her skirt swept across Liu Rufeng's lowered head.

Her voice had returned to its lazy tone, but it carried an unmistakable contempt and warning: "Go back to the Nuanyu Pavilion. If you dare to come out and block my way again and disturb my mood, you won't have to treat your skin delicately anymore."

The threat in the words made the kneeling Liu Rufeng tremble even more violently.

She didn't even look at him again. Under the trembling guidance of her maid, she walked straight towards the study, leaving the cold atmosphere and the kneeling figure behind.

Inside the bedroom, the big red gauze curtain was still hanging, blocking out the morning light outside.

When Yun Chu's cold voice disappeared outside the door and the maid's footsteps faded away completely, the man who had been sleeping peacefully on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

Shen Ji's eyes were no longer confused as when he just woke up or forbearing as when he was forced to pretend to be asleep.

There surged within it a complex emotion far beyond what a twenty-year-old youth should have—rampant hatred, bone-chilling coldness, mixed with a hint of violent turmoil... and an incredible shock.

His body was still lying there docilely, but his fingers were unconsciously digging deep into the expensive silk bedding beneath him, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.

Yes, he was born again.

Carrying all the hatred and blood debts from his previous life, he was reborn on the second day after he was forcibly abducted into the mansion by this damned woman - this was the starting point that pushed his life into the abyss!

The memories of his past life burned his nerves like roiling magma:

He hated Huang Yunchu! He hated him to the bone!

It was she who snatched him, the innocent youngest son of the Shen family, into this filthy cage like a commodity, to become an embellishment of her reputation for debauchery.

In the abyss of humiliation and unwillingness, and in the pain of having his dignity trampled upon countless times, the hatred in his heart twisted and fermented, becoming the most poisonous obsession.

This hatred drove him to unite with the men in the mansion whose lives had also been ruined.

They used the Princess's Mansion as a cover, and took advantage of the fact that Huang Yunchu's "ridiculous" identity was not suspected, to secretly accumulate strength, contact officials and generals inside and outside the court who had also been oppressed for a long time and were dissatisfied, and weaved an invisible giant network.

A silent revolution started by the lowest and most downtrodden men eventually spread like wildfire.