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“He’s been asleep for an entire day. When will he finally wake up?”
“Now you’re worried? Where was your concern when you were hitting him?”
…
The faint sounds of an argument nearby irritated Jun Ci.
Even in her sleep, she could feel her brows tightly furrowed.
Who had the audacity to disturb the Crown Prince?
“Shut up! You’re too noisy—roll out!”
Jun Ci’s reprimand should have been imposing, but her voice was so hoarse and weak that it barely sounded louder than a mosquito’s buzz.
She instantly realized something was wrong.
As an exceptionally skilled and perceptive crown prince, her instincts were always sharp.
Her eyes snapped open in an instant.
The dim and oppressive room allowed only a sliver of starlight to filter through, just enough to reveal a pair of breathtaking eyes.
Clear and bright, yet deep like a black hole, dotted with the brilliance of countless stars.
Dazzling to the point of being blinding.
So stunning that words failed to describe them.
Where was she?
Jun Ci quickly noticed that this was not her luxurious, spacious chamber—so large that one could bungee jump inside.
Instead, the room was dark, cramped, and suffocating.
It even had a musty smell.
An oppressive feeling crept over her—inducing ball-breaking despair at such a confined space.
For someone raised as a pampered crown prince, this room was an absolute eyesore.
And the moment she fully regained consciousness, countless strange memories flooded her mind.
Jun Ci, a high school senior from Hua country on Earth in the year 2020. Originally female, but due to her extremely ugly appearance, she had been raised as a boy…
Ugly appearance…
Ugly…
That word directly stabbed Jun Ci’s heart.
And in that moment, she realised—she wasn’t this Jun Ci at all!
She was Jun Ci, but she was the Crown Prince Jun Ci of a monarchy-based interstellar empire!
When her mother gave birth to her, fearing opposition from the empire’s nobles, she had raised her as a boy to secure her right to the throne.
So, she was the Crown Prince Jun Ci.
But at her core, she was undeniably female.
Jun Ci clearly remembered her past. She had lived arrogantly and recklessly all her life. Even though her father had ruled the empire for centuries, he was unwilling to relinquish power even in his old age.
In the interstellar era, the lifespan limit was 500 years. That old man was only 400.
Jun Ci, at twenty-five, should have ascended the throne at eighteen.
She had waited, only for her father to remain ever vigilant against her. And when he finally agreed to abdicate, he intended to turn her into a mere puppet ruler.
How could someone as proud as Jun Ci tolerate that?
Even though he was her father, they had only met a handful of times in over twenty years—so little that she could count them on her fingers. Their relationship was worse than that of strangers.
So, Jun Ci attempted a coup.
And failed.
Her hesitation to kill her father had resulted in his ruthless retaliation—he had her thrown into a black hole via spaceship.
Essentially, a death sentence.
Now that she had woken up, how could she not understand?
Her body from the interstellar era was undoubtedly dead, and she had reincarnated into this girl’s body.
But ugly?
Just how ugly was she?
Jun Ci, who had always relied on her looks to conquer the world, found this far more devastating than her failed coup.
According to this body’s memories, the only thing she knew was that her face was covered in severe black spots.
Because of this, she was deemed hideous and had never dared to look in the mirror.
She always wore a mask when going out, and on one occasion, someone forcibly removed it—causing widespread terror throughout the school.
After the fear subsided, endless mockery and bullying followed.
So now, even Jun Ci herself had no idea just how ugly this face truly was.
“You… You’re awake?”
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