Fire Concubine: Demon Lord, too presumptuous!

Chapter 2
In the imperial capital, the overcast sky was surrounded by cold wind.

Summer night, heavy rain, lightning and thunder!
A bolt of lightning pierced the ink-splashed sky, with a faint trace of bright red, like a sharp sword drinking blood, piercing into a ruined house in the Wuzuo Palace.

On the ground, a corpse in men's clothes that had been chopped into two pieces was placed crookedly, her eyes were blinded, and her withered skin was sunken. The bright red blood had already formed bloodstains on her body, and her wrinkled fingers were tightly clenched. with.

In the scorching summer, flies and mosquitoes kept flying around her, greedily looking for food on the dead body, and refused to leave for a long time.

In the imperial city, Emperor Jiu's death aroused the common people's mourning.

"Hey, why did the eldest prince die so badly? He was stabbed dozens of times and even cut in half. I don't know who did it. It's so cruel!"

"That's right, the eldest prince is talented and intelligent, and he is the most promising prince in the imperial capital..."

"Hey, what a pity, God is jealous of talents..."

Di Jiu, the great prince of the human empire, died in this scorching hot summer.

Flies surrounded the corpse, crazily preying on it.

None of the so-called good fathers who loved her, brothers and sisters who loved her deeply, friends who talked about everything, and ministers who were faithful to each other, had ever visited her, and no one wanted to find the murderer for her.

It has been brilliant for nearly 20 years, but the end is so bleak.

At this moment, no one remembered the name Di Jiu anymore.

[Di Jiu is dead, what is death?
That is, from now on, there will be no more of her in this world.

If, if all this can be repeated...]
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In a space, the water and the sky are the same color, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, and the mountain stream and waterfall are sparkling.

Everything around is shrouded in clouds of white mist, revealing aura visible to the naked eye, and the flowers, plants and trees are flourishing.

The aura pervades them, giving them the hope of survival and giving them a chance to come back.

"How does it feel to be alive?" Ghostly laughter suddenly resounded in the air.

The person soaking in the water of the Lingquan pool slowly got up, dragged the water all over the place, and walked steadily to the side of the pool.

"Okay, very good!"

Taking a closer look, this person turned out to be the true deity of that horrific corpse, Di Jiu!
Di Jiu grinned, and the indifference and resentment flowed in his eyes, which disappeared for a moment.

"Hey hey! It's fine, then... go, don't forget what you promised me!"

The ghostly laughter disappeared, and Di Jiu instantly felt his world spinning.

What suddenly appeared in front of her eyes took her by surprise.

The bed curtain with dark red embroidered patterns, the soft brocade embroidered quilt, and the sandalwood fragrance that could not help calming the mind, all these made Di Jiu have to admit that she was really reborn.

Reborn in this flowery 14-year-old winter.

Rebirth is when all of this has not yet begun.

At this time, she hadn't broken her leg, hadn't become a waste, hadn't been left in the cold palace to fend for herself, hadn't been kidnapped and her tendons had been mutilated, and hadn't... been shredded and left in the wilderness.

At that time, the queen mother deceived the world by disguising her as a man in order not to be kicked out of the queen's position. This deception lasted for nearly 20 years. up.

Before everything happened, she took the position of the eldest prince of the imperial capital as a matter of course, and she did not lose to other princes and princesses. She has been loved by the people and the emperor for many years.

But because of this, she was too sharp, blocked the way of others, and ended up in a wild corpse.

Thinking of Zong Zong in his previous life, Di Jiu's chest was filled with hatred.

Although she disguised herself as a man, she did not lose to men in the slightest. She fought for the imperial capital for many years, going through life and death, but at the end of the day, no one went to see her.

Di Jiu suppressed his hostility, and swallowed the resentment with all his willpower in his life.

She sat up slowly, and following her movements, Su Xiujin's quilt was moved accordingly, her eyes flickered, she reached out to touch, and then pinched again.

With no energy left, the painful Di Jiu couldn't help inhaling, but it was accompanied by a hint of joy.

Her legs are still fine.

(End of this chapter)