The General's Genius Daughter

Tianyuan Continent, Changjing Kingdom, Year 209

On the sixth day of June, Valentine's Day, the capital city was bustling with activity. Colorful lanterns were hanging in the night sky, and pedestrians were talking and laughing. Young girls and boys were gathering in crowds and groups as they recited poems, and there was a competition of Qi Art on the stage. Cheerful voices and laughter floated in the evening breeze.

In a quiet and elegant courtyard on the outskirts of the capital city, a piercing scream rent the inky night sky.

"AH! Zhou Zhicheng... You wicked man... One day, you will be struck by lightning! May you die sonless! " In a corner of the courtyard, a woman covered in blood crawled out of the woodshed. Her face had been destroyed and her eyes had been hollowed out. Her disfigured face looked terrible.

Two old servants came out and kicked her on the head. "Shameless bitch, stop shouting! Don't get our master's ears dirty!"

Rong Qiyue felt a knife-like pain in her entire body, and her last bit of strength was drained away. She gasped violently, unable to crawl another inch. Her hands had left a long trail of blood on the jade white floor.

Rong Qiyue couldn't see the pair of colorful shoes with an embroidered cloud pattern that appeared in front of her.

A woman's delicate laughter rang out, bringing with it a piercing chill, causing her to feel as if she had fallen into a thousand-year-old ice cellar. Rong Qiyue's entire body trembled as she cried in a miserable voice, "Princess Huizhen... you are... so cruel! Adulterers will come to no good end!" She had run out of strength, and her voice was pitifully quiet.

An intense hatred reflected in the eyes of the woman in front of her.

The embroidered shoe moved slightly and stepped heavily on Rong Qiyue's bloody hand. It grinded her fingers hard, causing her shivering like a sieve.

"No good end? Hehe, Rong Qiyue... you took possession of Zhicheng, and now you will disappear from the world. I'm Mrs. Zhou now! "

Princess Huizhen laughed coldly. Her smile was beautiful, but her eyes were ice-cold.

Rong Qiyue's mind raced. She thought about the past eight years – she had worked so hard to run the restaurant for her husband's family. The business had flourished, and their son was cute and bright. She thought her husband would be grateful, and that they were deeply in love with each other.

She didn't expect it to be a cruel deception! Zhou Zhicheng had cheated on her with Princess Huizhen, and was having Rong Qiyue killed so he could marry her.

Rong Qiyue had no more tears. Blood seeped from her eye sockets, dying her white clothes red. The deep pain made her twitch a few times before her hand finally fell.

"By the way, Zhicheng told me to keep your son alive. I won't cut him into pieces until your husband comes back. It's a pity, Rong Qiyue, that you can't see him die. Just imagine that your son will call me mother, and he will die in my hands... What a heartbreaking scene it is..."

Rong Qiyue immediately looked up and stared at Princess Huizhen with her hollow eye sockets. Huizhen was shocked. She had thought the woman was dying, with no strength left. Seeing the blood on Rong Qiyue's face, her heart trembled with fear!

"Princess Huizhen! Zhou Zhicheng! Please spare his life! Tianci is innocent! If you dare to hurt him, I won't let you go. If there is an afterlife, I will make you pay with your blood!" Rong Qiyue's voice was broken, and her entire body was shivering. She knew she was dying, but they might kill her son. How could she die in peace?

"Hahaha? Spare his life? " Princess Huizhen laughed arrogantly, "Did you know that on the night you married Zhou Zhicheng, the person in the bedroom... wasn't him! He was surrounded by his colleagues that night. When he returned to the bridal chamber, he found that the servants had been knocked out. He was shocked and wanted to escape, but he didn't expect someone to hit him from behind and knock him out as well. When he woke up and went back to your room, you were naked. He put up with all this just to let you take care of the family's business! Do you really think that bastard is his son?"

Princess Huizhen's words made Rong Qiyue feel as if she was struck by lightning. Her breath was getting weaker and weaker.

Scenes of the past rose before her eyes. No wonder Zhou Zhicheng had been cold to her after their wedding. Rong Qiyue had naively thought that it was because she was pregnant, and he was busy.

And after Tianci was born, this man only looked at him strangely. He never said a word of comfort to the child, never had any joy on his face.

Zhou Zhicheng became more and more unwilling to step into her courtyard. He began to flirt with the servants openly. She'd thought that he just needed a few concubines.

She had been kept in the dark this whole time! On their wedding night, she was exhausted and fell to sleep before her husband came back.

After all, the Zhou family was rich. There were several servants and maids guarding the door. How could someone enter the mansion unnoticed?

"And oh... Some burglars broke into your parents' house last night. They died tragically."

The words were like an invisible sharp sword that cut her heart into a thousand pieces.

A dull pain surged from her chest.

She raised her head and used her last breath to scream at the cruel woman who was looking down at her from above, "Princess Huizhen ... Zhou Zhicheng! I, Rong Qiyue, will remember you! Even if I were born a wicked woman and died an evil ghost, I want you to die a violent death!"

Her fingers slowly drooped down, and her head fell to the ground soundlessly.

The curse still echoed in Huizhen's ears. The two old servants' faces were deathly pale. Looking at the tragic scene before them, they couldn't help but fear the princess' viciousness.

Huizhen's face became incomparably pale. One of the servants said, "Princess, you'd better leave here immediately. This kind of filthy place is blasphemous for Princess's eyes!"

Princess Huizhen felt cold sweat trickling down her body. She glared hatefully at Rong Qiyue on the ground. Her curse was like a magic sound, forever echoing in her ears.

Huizhen staggered a bit, and with the help of a servant, she left in a hurry.

A crescent moon floated in the night sky. The bright stars were getting dimmer as the moon gradually turned blood-red. The wind growled and dark clouds slowly gathered as darkness fell.

The Hanyue Temple was ablaze with lights and noisy with voices.

Normally, the temple should be quiet all night, but tonight it was bustling with noise and excitement.

Rong Qiyue was in a daze. Her head ached, and her ears were ringing.

It was weird. Hasn't she been killed by Princess Huizhen's two old servants? Why were there so many people watching? What happened?

Rong Qiyue slowly opened her eyes and saw countless faces. People crowded round her as they pointed. She could hear those people condemning her.

"Look, this is the Hua family's eldest miss. It's so embarrassing!"

"She was caught on the spot. Haha, it seems like there will be a storm in Hua's Mansion again."

"They call Hua Qiyue the little lustful lady. It's true. She even seduced a monk. How disgusting!"

A servant girl's cry came over. Rong Qiyue calmed herself down and looked around. She was so closely surrounded that it was impossible to break out. Two beautiful women who seemed to be from rich families were looking at her with cold and sarcastic eyes.

Not far away, a monk stood there with his clothes in disarray and his head lowered. His entire body was trembling with fear. His collar was open at an angle, allowing people to see the exquisite collarbones and sparkling white skin.

Beside Hua Qiyue, a girl of twelve or thirteen was crying her heart out. Her tears fell like big round pearls on her simple green simple clothes.

Rong Qiyue frowned. She didn't know how she could see them. Why was she still alive? Why was she here?

The wing-room was extremely simple and unadorned. There was only a table, a chair, and a bed. The monk's robe hung on the other side as if they were in a temple. The moonlight slanted in through the window, reflecting a fragmented silhouette.

Something smashed into Rong Qiyue's brain ruthlessly. All the memories of the original owner of this body were flooding into her mind.

Hua Qiyue, 18 years old, General Hua Liting's eldest daughter, had a weak character but was always crazy about handsome men. Every time she saw a pretty boy, she would stare at him like a hungry wolf.

Even though Hua Qiyue was the daughter of the official wife, she was still bullied by the Second Concubine's daughters. Her life in the Hua's Mansion was worse than the beggars outside. She had little food to eat and wore patched old clothes.

Hua Qiyue had never dared to complain to Hua Liting or the Old Madam. She was not taken seriously, because she was not able to cultivate the Qi Art of this country. The Old Madam had never been to her run-down courtyard to see her, as she was always surrounded by sons and grandsons. How could she remember the lowly granddaughter?

In Tianyuan, if one could not cultivate the Qi Art, they would be considered a loser.

In this country, a man was judged by his Qi Art level. The higher his Qi Art level was, the more respect he received and the more rewards he received from the court.

The Qi Art had nine levels, and each level was represented by a color:

Profound Oracle (Blue)

Soaring Cloud (Cyan)

Dragon Diagram (Green)

Cultivation Dimension (Red)

Moon Erosion (Silver)

Round Sun (Yellow)

Holy God (Black)

Great Deity (Purple)

The two daughters of the Second Concubine, Hua Mengshi and Hua Xiaoyi, had both reached the Soaring Cloud Level and were well-known experts.

Hua Mengshi had bullied her, as did her maids and servants. Hua Mengshi's maid, Lanzhu, had even tricked her into falling off a building. Fortunately, she fell into the pond; otherwise, she would have died.

She never dared to seek revenge on Hua Mengshi or Lanzhu. She was like an ostrich, hiding her head cowardly in the sand, thinking that the enemy wouldn't be able to see her.

The situation was not good. Rong Qiyue frowned slightly. From the original owner's memories, she found that Hua Qiyue had come to the Hanyue Temple with Hua Xiaoyi to pray but hadn't known that Hua Xiaoyi was planning to frame her for seducing a monk.

"Say something! Big sister, you can't play innocent, just because you fainted!"

It was Third Miss Hua Xiaoyi. She had an arrogant look, her eyes filled with disdain for her sister.

Hua Mengshi was frowning with worry. "Third sister, take it easy. Maybe she was wronged!"

"Oh, Second Miss, how kind you are. Clearly, the little slut seduced Monk Yihan, and you're standing up for her? Second Miss, you'd better mind your own business, otherwise, you will be found guilty of covering up for the unchaste woman!" Hua Mengshi's maid, Lanzhu, said softly. She was only a maid, of much lower status than Hua Qiyue, but her eyes could not hide her contempt.

"Big sister, you have done such a shameless thing. Enjoy the being punished when you get back!" Hua Xiaoyi said.

Hua Qiyue laughed, with a cold light flickering in her eyes. Everyone was stunned. They knew her well, and they had never seen her behave like this before.

"Miss... You're awake? Are you okay? " Lv Xin, who was sobbing beside her, was startled. She did not expect the young miss to wake up so quickly.

Hua Qiyue realized her headache was from being knocked unconscious by that little Monk Yihan. She remembered that there was a white-faced girl who had stolen her hairpin and a young monk who had pounced on her.

They wanted to embarrass and frighten her. If it was the cowardly Hua Qiyue, she would have been so embarrassed, she might hang herself.

Rong Qiyue could not explain why she had entered this woman's body, but she knew that she had been reborn. She had to live well and cut off those evil claws that stretched towards her one by one, leaving no future troubles! From the girl who had stolen her hairpin, she knew who was behind this.

"I'm fine!" Hua Qiyue sat up and tidied up her messy clothes, "I think everyone has got me wrong. I, Hua Qiyue, the general's daughter, have received a good education since childhood and always abided by proper morals. Why would I flirt with a monk?"

Hearing that, Hua Mengshi's face immediately darkened. Had Hua Qiyue become smarter? How could she possibly say such sensible words?

Hua Xiaoyi looked at Hua Qiyue with her mouth agape. The men and women around them were talking about them with heavy sarcasm.

"Miss, you were the one who was on top of the monk. You still want to quibble?" Hua Xiaoyi's servant, Chun Xiang said, laughing.

"How dare you criticize someone above your station. Slap her!" Hua Qiyue shouted with killing intent in her eyes. Her nanny, You Shui, immediately stepped forward and slapped Chun Xiang twice before anyone realized what had happened.

Everyone was stunned.

This was the sheepish and cowardly Hua Qiyue?

Chun Xiang staggered back a step, covered her face and screamed, "Master, she slapped me, she ..."

"Shut up!" No matter how arrogant Hua Xiaoyi was, she knew what Hua Qiyue had done was right. For a moment, everyone held their breath, as if they were waiting for something.

Hua Qiyue looked at the monk. "Who said I seduced the Monk Yihan? Wasn't it that Monk Yihan seduced me?"

Hua Xiaoyi pointed at Hua Qiyue with her eyes widened and screamed, "You, you ... I saw you pressing down on his body... "

"You're still babbling. Shame on you!"

Monk Yihan raised his head in shock and looked at Hua Qiyue in disbelief. He said, "It is said that Hua Qiyue is cowardly and lecherous, and now she is trying to defend herself!"

Before she fainted, Hua Qiyue's face had been filled with terror when he touched her. But she did not dare to call for help after he threatened her twice. Now, her eyes were frosty as she stared at him.

Monk Yihan's legs trembled, and Hua Qiyue felt a great disgust in her heart.