'To hell with homework.' She hadn't done that stuff since the first grade.
'Bring on the storm.'
And so, Shen Lang went to sleep with a clear conscience.
…
When she next awoke, it was to a chaotic racket.
The sound of sobbing filled her ears.
'What's with all the damn crying? I'm not dead!'
She slowly opened her eyes, a faint, unreadable smile on her face as she stared ahead. She then covered her mouth and yawned.
"What's this? Has my room become a shelter for crybabies?"
'Why are they wailing like a banshee in my room?'
A pretty young thing was kneeling on the floor. Seeing Shen Lang awake, she lifted her red, trembling, almond-shaped eyes and said tearfully, "Sister, Prince Gong came by just now to see you. But you weren't up, so I went out to receive him. We had a very pleasant conversation… Mother was furious because of it and berated me…"
The little beauty covered her face, her frail frame shaking with sobs. She looked so delicate and pitiful, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
A smile touched the corners of Shen Lang's slightly upturned eyes. "...Yu Ge?"
Yu Ge jumped, clutching her chest. "Sister, what's wrong?"
Shen Lang's smile slowly faded.
'Damn it. The stupid system gave me a fake plot.'
According to the plot, Yu Ge should have been severely beaten by now, lying pale and weak in bed.
But she wasn't.
Instead, here she was, perfectly fine and full of life, shedding tears right in front of her—and even waking her up.
Shen Lang rubbed the bridge of her nose and asked lazily, "What time is it?"
Yu Ge lowered her gaze and said softly, "It's already noon. Prince Gong has left."
With that same unreadable smile, Shen Lang asked, "You like Prince Gong that much?"
Prince Gong was the current Emperor's own older brother. He was incredibly handsome and debonair, and as for his knowledge, he was a man of immense learning and scholarship.
Shen Lang was a top-tier detector of "green tea bitches."
Seriously.
'These little games were just leftovers from the pros.'
The look in Yu Ge's almond-shaped eyes didn't change as she smiled faintly. "I just thought Sister would want to go out and see His Highness Prince Gong..."
Shen Lang didn't look at her again. She raised her voice and called out, "Cui Sheng, come in."
Cui Sheng was Yu Yin's personal maid. She was fair-skinned and likable, and usually quite clever.
Cui Sheng entered, a worried expression on her face.
"Miss?"
Shen Lang raised an eyebrow at Yu Ge. "You can go back now. I need to wash up."
Yu Ge lowered her gaze, acknowledged her, then got up and left.
After she was gone, Cui Sheng said, "Miss, let me help you wash up."
Shen Lang rose slowly. Her eyes shifted, and she suddenly wanted to see what she looked like now.
'If the original owner was ugly, wouldn't I have to put a lot of effort into a makeover?'
Fortunately, whether by coincidence or not, the original owner looked exactly like her real self.
Exquisitely beautiful—a face that could topple nations.
System: [Host, please do not question the System's abilities. To help the Host adapt as quickly as possible, the System has specifically adjusted the vessel's appearance and physique to match the Host's original state.]
'Pretty high-tech.'
Shen Lang tutted twice. She appeared composed and elegant on the outside, but inwardly she was already plotting when she could take this system apart for research.
After she finished washing up and getting dressed, she heard Prince Chen's resonant, furious roar.
"You little brat, get your ass out here!"
Shen Lang unhurriedly dabbed on some rouge, then gracefully pushed the door open and went out.
"What is it, Father?"
Prince Chen, who stood opposite her with his hands behind his back, was momentarily dazzled by his daughter's blinding beauty. He quickly snapped out of it. "You dare ask? Where's your homework?!"
Shen Lang paused, then lifted her gaze slightly, looking just as perplexed.
"I seem to recall finishing it in my dream."
Hearing this, Prince Chen nearly choked and died on the spot.