“Poison?”
Jun Ci was stunned.
She hadn’t considered that possibility.
According to the memories she had inherited, the black spots on her face had been there since she was found. She had always assumed it was a congenital condition—she never expected it to be poison.
After all, for so many years, Zhang Changming’s family would never have cared enough to take her to a hospital for a checkup.
Other than the black spots on her face, her body had no abnormalities and functioned just like a normal person’s.
She never imagined it was caused by poison!
Jun Ci’s eyes narrowed instantly, an icy sharpness flashing through them.
She was no longer the original Jun Ci—she was Crown Prince Jun Ci.
And her mind worked quickly.
Abandoned as a child, and poisoned?
Based on her understanding of this world’s knowledge, this poison was completely unheard of.
And someone had used it on a baby?
That was a huge problem!
“Dianxia, I have identified the toxin. It is called Yellow Sprout Toxin (芽黄毒素), extracted from a rare plant in the Amazon. It disrupts human growth functions. However, since this toxin is difficult to extract, the amount used on your body as a child must have been too low, which caused it to accumulate only on the surface of your face.”
Gulu’s explanation only deepened Jun Ci’s suspicion.
However, she didn’t want to dwell on this for now. She stored her doubts away for later and instead asked, “Can my face recover?”
As someone with severe face control, having to walk around with this ugly face felt like the ultimate punishment for her failed coup attempt.
Even though she had been motivated by anger, attempting to seize her father’s throne was still an unfilial act of rebellion and defiance.
“Yes, dianxia. Although most of Gulu’s advanced functions are lost, Gulu can still perform minor operations. Gulu can release bio-cleansing light waves inside your body, but it must be combined with a special medicine from this world. However, this medicine is quite expensive—one bottle costs 30,000 yuan, and you need five bottles in total. Given your current identity, you don’t have the funds to purchase it at the moment.”
Gulu, that hurts.
Jun Ci had once flaunted her power across the Empire—never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she’d one day be so broke that it would hurt her pride.
Forget about affording one bottle of medicine—right now, she couldn’t even pull together three yuan!
She hissed through her teeth, “Gulu, how can I make money right now?”
“Gulu can help you hack into a bank!”
“Stop, stop, stop—like hell I’d use that method!”
As a Crown Prince, how could she resort to such a disgraceful trick?
Money was good, but it had to be earned through legitimate means.
She wasn’t being stupid—she simply had the pride and dignity of a royal.
“I refuse to believe that someone with my abilities can’t make money.”
If worst came to worst, she could become a mercenary and get rich overnight, believe it or not!
“Your Highness, Gulu has an idea! Didn’t you always want to be a director? This world’s entertainment industry is very developed, though their technology is a bit behind.”
Gulu’s voice, despite being mechanical, suddenly lit up in excitement, as if it had just discovered something crucial.
Director?
Jun Ci’s eyes brightened.
Before she attempted her coup, she indeed had one dream—to be a director.
To create a film and direct a script that truly satisfied her vision.
However, as the Crown Prince, she had to follow strict noble protocols, and the entertainment industry was something completely off-limits for her.
Even though she held great power, her father was still above her, watching and restricting her every move. Doing something as “low-class” as entering the entertainment industry? Her father would never have allowed it.
But now? No one was here to stop her.
Now that Gulu had reminded her, the thought began to explode in her mind.
She clapped her hands together.
“Good! Being a director is perfect!”
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