“No, no, no, Old Zhang! She just woke up, and her health isn’t great. I’ll cook this meal instead—it’s just one meal, after all.”
Fu Cuihua, afraid that Zhang Changming would strike again, quickly held him back.
Zhang Changming hesitated and glanced at Jun Ci, who was sitting on the bed.
Due to the dim lighting in Jun Ci’s room, he couldn’t see the fierce, murderous glint in her eyes.
All he felt was an inexplicable chill in his body. Seeing Jun Ci sitting there blankly, he suddenly worried that he might have actually hit her too hard.
Taking advantage of his wife’s intervention, he backed off. “Fine, I’ll let this little bastard off for today!”
With that, he walked away.
Fu Cuihua forced a strained smile, as if feeling a trace of guilt. “Jun Ci, just rest a little longer. I’ll go make dinner.”
Her gaze flickered with unease before she hurriedly left Jun Ci’s room, closing the door behind her.
Only when they had both left did Jun Ci finally press a hand to her forehead.
If not for the current inconveniences of this body, she would have immediately taken care of that man surnamed Zhang.
Uncle Zhang Changming—cowardly yet aggressive, a typical male chauvinist, and the epitome of a rural tyrant.
Aunt Fu Cuihua—timid and submissive to Zhang Changming, not particularly cruel, but spineless.
Then there was Zhang Nian—two months older than Jun Ci, the precious darling of the Zhang family.
Her academic performance was on par with Jun Ci’s.
However, Jun Ci attended a tuition-free public high school, while Zhang Changming had paid to enroll Zhang Nian in the city’s best school.
Since Zhang Nian was his biological daughter, that was understandable.
But the way Zhang Changming treated Jun Ci? That was utterly vile.
Jun Ci ran a hand across her face, brushing her fingers through her bangs.
Her skin was unbelievably smooth and soft—completely at odds with the dark spots covering her face.
Based on her memories, Jun Ci had never used skincare products. Her flawless complexion was purely natural.
A gift from fate.
Yet that advantage had been completely buried under her current misfortune.
Jun Ci sighed in frustration.
She had suddenly gone from a Crown Prince to a mere commoner—stuck in an era so ancient it was practically prehistoric.
Everything in this world felt primitive and incomprehensible to her.
Especially people like Zhang Changming.
In the interstellar age, men like him would have been swiftly eliminated as societal tumors.
After having lived a life of luxury and grandeur, adjusting to such a backward and impoverished existence…
The Crown Prince Jun Ci felt utterly lost about her future.
“Dianxia1! Dianxia!”
Suddenly, a small, familiar voice called out. Jun Ci froze for a moment before her face lit up with joy.
“Gulu?”
Gulu was her Optical Brain.
Every citizen of the empire was assigned an Optical Brain at birth.
It functioned similarly to an ID card in this country, but its capabilities were far more extraordinary.
And Gulu wasn’t just any Optical Brain—it was the supreme model.
After all, it was designed specifically for the Crown Prince. How could its abilities be ordinary?
Yet the black hole of space could destroy everything… Jun Ci never expected Gulu to have reincarnated with her!
“Dianxia, dianxia! I’m here—look at your palm…”
The tiny voice sounded childlike, but Jun Ci knew it meant Gulu was currently in a weakened state.
Jun Ci opened her palm. Under the dim light, she saw that although her hands were rough from labor, they still retained a milk-white purity.
In the center of her palm was a small, translucent “U” symbol.
That was proof of her Optical Brain’s existence. But now, the symbol was so faint, it was nearly invisible—on the verge of vanishing completely.
- Your highness ↩︎
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