Chapter 5: The Useless One Reborn, Part 3

“Zhao Erdong, what did you say? Say it again if you have the guts!” A boy of about sixteen or seventeen, brimming with anger, pointed at Zhao Erdong, his fists clenched tightly as if ready to strike at any moment.

Seeing this, Bai He hurriedly stepped in front of Zhao Erdong and shouted, “Young Master Lu, our young miss has just awakened and her mind is still unclear. You…”

Before Bai He could finish, Zhao Erdong stood up and snapped at Lu Tianming, “I said you’re unbearably noisy. If you want to keep yelling, go back home!”

Zhao Erqin had been standing quietly to the side, but upon seeing this scene, a dark smile crept onto his face. Lu Tianming was notorious for his explosive temper and immense strength. If he made a move, just one punch would send this troublesome girl straight to the afterlife.

Lu Tianming’s anger flared instantly at Zhao Erdong’s outburst. As the legitimate son of the National General, his status was certainly not inferior to Zhao Erdong’s. Possessing remarkable talent, he was hailed as the future star of the Great Moon Kingdom. Even the princes showed him three parts respect. How could he endure being insulted by a useless little brat? Immediately, he was about to strike a fatal blow against Zhao Erdong.

“Royal brother, there’s quite a commotion here. Let’s go take a look.”

A clear, melodious female voice rang out. Everyone turned around to see a young girl of about ten years old, dressed in a grass-green gauze dress, her hair braided into two fishtail plaits. A pale blue gem sparkled on her forehead, shining brilliantly, complementing her delicate, lovely face. She was none other than Princess Yue Linglong, the seventh princess of the Great Moon Kingdom and the most favored by the emperor.

Behind Yue Linglong stood the Fourth Prince, Yue Moli, clad in a dark dragon-patterned brocade robe with a warm jade belt around his waist. His black hair was loosely tied at the back; his sharp brows resembled swords, his bright eyes held stars, and a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth—both warm and serene, yet distant and indifferent.

“That’s the Fourth Prince.”

“Really him? I didn’t expect he’d come to the Chrysanthemum Viewing Festival.”

“Hurry, hurry, help me check if my makeup is done.”

“He’s coming! He’s coming! Help me fix my hair quickly.”

In an instant, Zhao Erdong went from the center of attention to forgotten dust.

That was fine; she had no desire to waste words on these people.

A flood of memories surged into Zhao Erdong’s mind, overwhelming her with information until she became dizzy and disoriented.

Bai He supported her unsteady body, lifted her onto her back, and quickly turned away from the crowd, rushing back to the Prime Minister’s mansion.

Yue Moli maintained his indifferent smile, but his eyes flicked briefly over Zhao Erdong’s retreating figure, a glint of deep thought flashing within. Could this be Zhao Erdong? The legitimate daughter of Prime Minister Zhao Tianjiang? The only legitimate daughter? The legendary unparalleled waste?

Thinking back to the girl’s appearance just now—pale and sallow, with rather ordinary features—she seemed to have inherited none of her mother’s peerless elegance.

In his mind, a plan to win over Zhao Tianjiang suddenly wavered at this moment.

Zhao Erqin gritted his silver teeth in silent fury, but with the Fourth Prince arriving, his dreams were shattered. Seeing a crowd of young women surrounding him, he had no choice but to temporarily abandon his scheme against Zhao Erdong and strive to appear charming as he squeezed into the throng.

Zhao Erdong had not lost consciousness; on the contrary, she was unusually lucid. With her eyes closed, she slowly absorbed the flood of sudden memories.

Her thumb gently brushed against the silver ring on her index finger. Was it because of this ring? Because of it, had she come here? Before sinking into the depths of unconsciousness beneath the sea, she had glimpsed a glimmer of dawn—a light symbolizing the vitality of life.

This place was the Great Moon Kingdom, located at the southernmost edge of the Eastern Continent.

It was a world where martial prowess was supreme; one’s status was forever equal to their strength.