Chapter 2: She Wants to Kill the Tyrant! Tragically, the Tyrant Hears It

The poor old general, nearly fifty years old—how could he bear such a thunderous blow?

Stricken by fury and grief, he vomited blood on the spot and died!

Tyrant, you’ll never know—if only you had waited one more month, you wouldn’t have lost General Zhu, your most loyal right arm!

Hearing Zhu Wuhuan’s inner voice again, Feng Changye’s pupils shrank sharply!

His fingers, hidden inside his sleeves, clenched violently in an instant!

How could this be? Zhu Huaining only feigned surrender? And he would return triumphant in a month?

His emotions surged uncontrollably, his heart unable to settle!

Thinking of how, in history, he truly had executed the entire Zhu clan three days later, causing that meritorious old general to die of grief and rage on the spot, Feng Changye suddenly felt a pang of regret!

And faint guilt.

He dug his nails deep into his palm, staring hard at the crown of Zhu Wuhuan’s head.

For the first time, he began to reflect.

Perhaps his irritable, violent temper really did need to change…

Taking a deep breath, Feng Changye closed his eyes to steady himself.

Fortunately, the execution of the Zhu family was still three days away!

There was still time to change everything!

When he looked at Zhu Wuhuan again, hearing her repeatedly calling him “tyrant” in her thoughts, Feng Changye couldn’t help but feel unwilling.

Which emperor in history hadn’t killed people? So why was he the only one branded a tyrant?

He gazed at Zhu Wuhuan and asked slowly, “In your eyes, Empress, what kind of man am I?”

Without thinking, Zhu Wuhuan replied, “Naturally, Your Majesty is wise and mighty, gifted with great talent, your spirit overwhelms mountains and rivers, your prestige shakes the world—”

But inwardly she sneered.

What kind of man are you in my eyes? Of course, a perverted monster!

Before crossing over, my research topic was literally ‘On the Life of Feng Changye, One of the Three Greatest Tyrants in History’!

Out of hundreds of emperors, you had the “honor” of being ranked among the top three tyrants. If that isn’t perverse, what is?

Do you know I have a whole thick volume of historical records on you—page after page of your mad killing sprees?

And that’s only because you died young, at twenty-six.

If you had lived until sixty-two, I bet the Great Ning Dynasty would have been reduced to nothing but you alone!

“…” The perverted tyrant Feng Changye’s gaze turned ice-cold!

Whether or not he could live to sixty-two, he didn’t know.

But he was certain of one thing: Woman, you would never live to see sixty-two!

He leaned forward slightly, his cool fingers gripping her chin tightly.

“Empress, do you truly wish to return to the Zhu household?”

Zhu Wuhuan endured the slight pain in her chin, thinking, Brother, isn’t that nonsense?

If I don’t return home, am I supposed to stay in the palace as your empress, only to be buried with you after your death?

And then, two decades later, have my skull dug up along with yours, turned into a matching set of wine cups?

That kind of “honor” you can give to another concubine. I don’t need it.

Veins bulged on Feng Changye’s forehead: “…” Could she stop bringing up skulls!

With a cold flick, he released her, the force making her jaw ache as she toppled sideways onto the floor.

From above, he gazed down at her.

“Just now, Empress, you praised me as wise and mighty, a man of great vision. Such words delight me. I have changed my mind. Since you are so skilled at pleasing me, then remain in the palace and please me at all times.”

“…” Zhu Wuhuan jerked her head up at him!

What the hell, is this a joke?

If you don’t let me return to the Zhu family, how am I supposed to escape the capital?

Seeing her shocked expression, hearing her inner thoughts, Feng Changye felt a subtle sense of triumph.

Heh, joke with you? Didn’t you insult me quite happily? Keep it up. I’ll slowly play you to death!

“Guards!”

He flicked his sleeve indifferently, summoning the imperial guards. “Confine the empress in the Palace of Eternal Joy. Without my permission, no one is allowed to visit her!”

The guards dropped to their knees in unison. “Yes, Your Majesty!”

Feng Changye cast one last look at Zhu Wuhuan, then strode out of the palace in good spirits.

Once outside, he signaled the guards to remain silent.

Then he turned and quietly sat down at the stone table in the courtyard.

He wanted to see what that transmigrated woman would think when she believed he was no longer present. Would she think about things from her former world?

For the world thirteen hundred years later, his curiosity burned.

As he listened to her thoughts, he also discreetly glanced at the dozens of guards around.

So many people, yet he heard not a single inner voice. Not even someone thinking “I’m so bored” or “I’m so tired.”

Tapping the stone table with his fingers, he mused.

Dozens of men—impossible they had no thoughts.

Which meant he simply couldn’t hear them.

So why could he only hear Zhu Wuhuan?

Was it because she didn’t belong to this time and space?

…Inside the palace.

Once Zhu Wuhuan saw Feng Changye leave and realized she was alone in the vast chamber, she dropped her empress act entirely.

Casting off the cumbersome empress robe, she ran in just her simple underclothes straight to the mirror in the southwest corner!

She stood before the blurred bronze mirror, carefully studying her reflection.

The eyes, the nose, the lips—they were exactly the same as her original body!

Relieved for a moment, she then lowered her gaze in dismay.

No, not entirely the same.

In the twenty-first century, she was just a freshly graduated college student, a little girl who had never even dated. Yet this body belonged to the tyrant’s empress—definitely no innocent girl anymore!

Alas!

Touched by a tyrant who’d probably bedded countless concubines—she was defiled…

If she and the empress had swapped souls, then that empress had really profited!

Crossing into the modern world with her untouched, innocent body, she could find a gentle, caring husband in a couple of years—no need to kneel endlessly to a tyrant, nor face the looming doom of family execution in three days. Wasn’t the empress making a fortune?

By comparison, she had lost big time!

…In the courtyard.

Feng Changye accepted the tea a maidservant brought, a trace of mocking disdain flickering in his eyes.

Defiled? What nonsense.

Since coming of age, he had devoted himself entirely to governance. Women only distracted from serious matters!

He had never touched any woman—including this empress whose heart was clearly set on another man!

…

Zhu Wuhuan mourned her fate before the mirror for a while, then began plotting how to escape the palace.

There was no way she would remain by the tyrant’s side!

The history books said this tyrant was violent, irritable, cold-blooded, and merciless—a true emperor whose rage left corpses strewn for miles!

Others said “to serve the emperor is like serving a tiger.”

But for her, “to serve the emperor is like serving a ghost”—a terrifying, evil ghost!

But how could she escape this heavily guarded palace?

She couldn’t fly!

“Why is it that when other people cross over, they all get some golden cheat? Why don’t I get one? With such a difficult start, without a cheat, I won’t survive three episodes!”

Just as she despaired, a mechanical voice suddenly rang in her mind—

【Ding! ‘Eliminate the Tyrant, and We Shall Become the Empress’ system successfully bound!】

Zhu Wuhuan jumped in shock!

When she realized what it was, she nearly burst with joy!

A system!

Her cheat had finally arrived!

But… why did this system have such a strange name?

She asked inwardly, 【What’s your name again?】

The system answered coldly, 【‘Eliminate the Tyrant, and We Shall Become the Empress.’】

…

In the courtyard, Feng Changye’s eyes darkened!

With a clench of his fingers, the teacup in his hand shattered into powder!

What did you just say your name was? And who exactly are you planning to eliminate?

Hmm?