I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 400 This hatred will never end

She curled up in his arms, and he barely managed to fall asleep in the latter half of the night, longing to leave this place as soon as possible.

Just as dawn broke

Then there was a knock on the door. Zhongli Yueluo was used to getting up very early, so she put on her shoes and opened the door.

A group of people, dressed in their best, stood outside the door.

Su Fengjun lingered in bed for a while, something he hadn't done in a long time, while Su Fengling looked him up and down from the doorway.

Although he knew nothing would happen between them, he couldn't help feeling jealous.

Yan Ruoyu simply didn't look inside; a gentleman does not look at or listen to what is improper.

"Master, I'm starving! I want to go to the academy for breakfast as soon as possible. Suicune must have hidden a lot of delicious food."

"I can fool you with just a piece of candy." Yin Yi often banters with He Yuhuan.

"Wait a moment, I'll be right there after I change."

After saying that, he closed the door again, and Su Fengjun rubbed his head and sat up from the bed.

"Is it already morning?"

Zhongli Yueluo suddenly pounced on him, her lips landing on his cheek.

In an instant, all his fatigue vanished, and his mind became incredibly clear.

And everyone outside is still waiting for them!

Zhongli Yueluo was being far too bold, yet he actually seemed to enjoy the thrill, his heart pounding.

Her lips didn't move away; they kissed down her cheek to her collarbone, giving it a deep, hard kiss.

She left a playful red mark, but it would disappear with just a couple of rubs; she didn't intend to kill it.

"Yue Luo." The voice was low and shy.

He covered his collar with both hands, pursed his lips, put on his shoes, and grabbed the clothes next to him to put on.

"Boring, but slightly more interesting than before. I kissed you, so shouldn't you kiss me back?"

Zhongli Yueluoye looked at him as she tied the belt around her waist.

His face turned even redder when he thought about all the people waiting for them outside.

Zhongli Yueluo pointed to her cheek with her finger: "Hurry up."

Her voice was sweet and soft, and her movements were incredibly cute.

Su Fengjun leaned in and kissed her forehead lightly: "They're still waiting for us outside, stop fooling around, Yueluo."

"I love seeing you blush; it makes me happy."

After getting dressed, with those same hair accessories still in her hair, she opened the door and walked among everyone.

Su Fengjun also composed herself, and no one could tell that something was wrong on her face; even the blush of shyness had faded.

But Su Fengling could still sense Su Fengjun's subtle emotions: "Brother, you seem very happy."

He nodded, shy as he was, but he still had to admit it.

Zhongli Yueluo walked ahead, saying, "Stop whispering behind us. If we don't hurry, we'll miss class."

Today was the first time meeting Tsuchi-kun, so we couldn't be late. Therefore, everyone hurried to the academy.

Stepping into the classroom, everyone's expressions returned to normal, as if they were strangers.

Just as the bell rang, the Earth Lord arrived right on time.

Everyone is still imagining what kind of person Tu Jun is—an old man, a handsome young man, or something else entirely.

As a result, they saw a man pushing a wheelchair at the door, which disappointed many of the young ladies from wealthy families.

After attending so many classes, not a single good one has come up.

Then, their gazes fell on the person standing next to him, Chang Yu Muling, who was expressionless.

"My good disciple, quickly bring your master's wheelchair inside."

This statement was truly hilarious. Chang Yu Muling stepped on the back shelf and gave the wheelchair a gentle push, sending it over the threshold.

"Dear students, I am your new teacher, Tu Jun, whose given name is Wu Can, and I am the Bishop of Mind Training."

The man before them was indeed better than the previous two, and he was all smiles, but everyone was afraid that he was hiding a knife behind his smile.

After all, even the usually innocent and naive Chang Yu Muling became serious and unsmiling when she was around him.

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, the test of your mind cultivation began the moment I stepped in."

They don't have much time left, so they have to speed things up.

I glanced at the sky above, which seemed heavy and oppressive. Truly, the cycle of karma is endless, day after day.

The students in the classroom looked at each other indifferently, feeling that nothing had changed.

"Water represents power, fire represents desire, and I represent hatred. If you can control the greatest hatred in your hearts, then you will pass the test."

Tu Jun tapped rhythmically on the surface of his wheelchair with his fingertips, propped his head up, and squinted, his eyes revealing no emotion.

There was no change in the plot before anyone's eyes, and it did not seem like they had entered some kind of illusion or secret realm.

But after being trained by the previous two rulers, they dared not let their guard down.

Zhongli Yueluo and Mo Ming exchanged a glance. He did not look away, but was open and honest.

Hate? ...The hatred in her life was added to the hatred in her previous life, it was truly endless.

Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and blink.

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

Qianqiu Chang'an woke up in bed, stretched out her hand and looked at it, as if she had returned to her childhood.

Looking around at the furnishings, long-forgotten memories suddenly flooded back into my mind.

"This is the year my sister was born?"

He was somewhat incredulous, then, as if he had forgotten something important, his mind went blank for a moment, and he felt as if something had been pulled out of his body.

As he walked out, he could see the servants outside looking very anxious, and hear his mother screaming from inside the main courtyard.

He had always hoped that his mother would give him a younger brother, so that all the pressure wouldn't fall on him.

His father was also waiting anxiously outside the delivery room. He walked over and looked at his father with very clear eyes.

Are Father and Mother alright?

"Chang'an, everything will be alright."

With the cry of a newborn baby and all the servants falling to their knees, followed by a great deal of weeping.

The baby cried loudly, but his mother's breathing gradually slowed down.

Qianqiu Chang'an felt a pang in her heart and stood at the door, not daring to go in.

An old woman emerged from inside, holding a child whose body was completely red, as if suppressing extreme grief: "It's...it's a young lady."

"And...Madam...she..."

That's right, his mother died of postpartum hemorrhage during the delivery of Qianqiu Changhuan, though it's unknown whether there were any twists or turns involved.

Or it could be the interference of the opposing family.

But at that moment, he felt endless hatred for his newborn sister.

If she hadn't come, her mother wouldn't have left.

His gaze was exceptionally cold as he looked at Qianqiu Changhuan and extended his hand.

But Qianqiu Chenghuan stared at him with her big, bright eyes, motionless, her little hand grasping his finger.

At that moment, he cried, two lines of tears silently streaming down his face. His father and mother were extremely loving.

That was also the first time in his life he had ever seen his father cry.