Chapter 7: Codename 47! (6)

The Cold Grand Hall, the Crown Princess Forced to Serve! (6)

With a contemptuous cold snort, Chu Yang strode across the high threshold of Zhonghua Palace.

Fate is such an unpredictable thing; due to a single momentary lapse in Chu Yang's judgment, this child—who should have died just like every other member of the Dugu clan in the imperial palace—had escaped death.

At this moment, Chu Yang did not realize what kind of changes this child would bring to this world and to his own life.

If he could have guessed, he would have used the sword in his hand to slit the young girl's throat without a moment's hesitation.

Unfortunately, there are no "ifs" in this world!

As Chu Yang withdrew his gaze and stepped over the threshold, the wheels of fate had already veered away from their original course.

A chess piece that was originally useless and had already been eliminated was thus pushed into the eye of the storm, beginning her extraordinary life.

"Your Majesty?!"

Outside the door, the deputy general's call was laced with doubt.

"Bring them all back to the palace together!"

Chu Yang threw out the command with his back turned to the grand hall. His silhouette was shrouded in the flickering flames outside, his voice as grim and sinister as the Grim Reaper.

"Yes!" The deputy general responded respectfully, escorting Chu Yang down the steps before turning back. As his gaze swept over Lin Ying, whose jade-like body was half-exposed, he immediately lowered his eyes as if burned. "Lin—"

"Call me Crown Princess!" Before he could utter a second word, Lin Ying coldly interrupted him. Although her clothes were disheveled and she had just been violated, her head remained held high, her figure noble and sanctified.

The deputy general pursed his lips, quickly removed his cloak, and placed it inside the threshold before bowing his head and retreating.

"Please dress yourself, Your Highness. This general will wait outside the hall!"

Without sparing him even a single glance, Lin Ying simply opened her arms to embrace the frail young girl walking toward her.

"Yue'er!" Her body trembled violently, yet she still struggled to maintain her composure and tenderness. "Do not be afraid..."

"Please put your clothes on first!"

In her ear, the young girl in her arms spoke clearly. Her voice was cold and crisp, completely unlike her usual muddled stuttering. Startled, Lin Ying quickly relaxed her arms and looked at her daughter's face, only to see the girl offering her a comforting smile. Raising both arms, the girl draped the outer robe over Lin Ying's shoulders.