A cautious female voice sounded from outside the door.
Jun Ci turned her head and saw the door, which had not been fully closed. A middle-aged woman entered—it was this body’s so-called aunt, scrutinising her carefully.
Not only was this body ugly, but it also had a tragic backstory.
As a child, she had been abandoned and later picked up by this woman’s family.
This aunt was not actually related to her by blood. The family had simply refused to let Jun Ci call them mom and dad.
The only reason they had taken her in was to get an extra pair of free labouring hands.
Their family name was Zhang. Jun Ci’s name had come from a jade pendant that had been hanging around her neck.
For convenience, the Zhang family just started calling her by the name inscribed on it.
That jade pendant, however, had apparently been a valuable item. But years ago, the Zhang family had sold it off.
With the money from that sale, they even managed to buy a new house.
Seventeen years ago, a single jade pendant had been worth an entire house—plus a generous sum of savings.
The value of that pendant was unimaginable.
But Jun Ci had no idea about any of this.
She had always believed that the Zhang family had raised her out of kindness, that they had given her a place to live, a debt she should be grateful for.
So, she had worked tirelessly for them, obediently serving like an ox or a horse.
The head of the Zhang family, Zhang Changming, never treated her with anything but beatings and scoldings.
The aunt was slightly better, but she feared Zhang Changming, and her occasional moments of kindness were few and far between.
Due to years of malnutrition, Jun Ci had grown up weak and thin, her face covered in dark spots, so hideous it was frightening.
The Zhang family had no sons, and since Jun Ci’s features weren’t particularly feminine, they simply told outsiders that she was a boy.
No one had ever known the truth.
Yesterday, Zhang Changming had tried to force Jun Ci to drop out of school and start working. When she refused, he had beaten her unconscious.
Who would have thought that when she woke up, her soul had been replaced—by the Crown Prince of the Interstellar Empire, Jun Ci!
As Jun Ci recalled this tragic story, she couldn’t help but feel both irritated and amused.
Fuck! She had lived a life of arrogance and dominance. Forget being hit—aside from her own parents, who else had ever dared to do anything but bow and scrape in her presence?
This version of Jun Ci was practically living in the Dark Ages!
No, wait—compared to the interstellar era, 2020 wasn’t just old-fashioned.
It was downright prehistoric!
“Jun Ci?”
Fu Cuihua, the aunt, called hesitantly.
Jun Ci had been staring at her in silence, her expression unreadable. The dark spots on her face flickered ominously under the dim light, making her look terrifying.
Fu Cuihua swallowed nervously.
She was worried and scared.
Worried that her husband had beaten Jun Ci into a complete fool.
Zhang Changming always hit first and thought later. But if Jun Ci didn’t wake up, even he knew he might have killed someone—and that would land him in jail.
Hearing his wife call out Jun Ci’s name, Zhang Changming immediately knew that the little brat had woken up.
Instantly, his fear vanished.
Zhang Changming was a thin man, but he had a bloated beer belly—earned from years of drinking with his buddies. Right now, he stormed over in a rage, looking particularly menacing.
“You’re awake? Then why the hell aren’t you downstairs cooking yet?! All you ever do is eat and sleep—are you a damn pig?! Nian Nian is coming home soon. If she goes hungry, I’ll beat you to death, you little bastard!”
At that moment, Jun Ci’s eyes flashed with a dangerous glint.
She was the noble Crown Prince, a figure of unparalleled prestige. Her most humiliating moment had been her failed coup attempt—and even that was nothing compared to this.
Since when had a mere commoner dared to speak to her in such a way?
Even though she had lost her original body, she could clearly feel it—
The powerful combat instincts forged from over twenty years of elite training as the Crown Prince were still ingrained in her.
Beating up this middle-aged drunkard, whose body had long been ruined by alcohol, would be nothing more than child’s play.
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