Phoenix's Destiny: the Story of the Growth of the Princess

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and the part of her modern soul was screaming: This is corporal punishment! This is abuse! A three-year-old child! But the memory of a child who is only three years old and belongs to this world is trembling: the mother-empress is right, this is the ancestral system, and this is how the royal daughters of all generations have come... The five-year-old child's lower body was completely exposed to the autumn sunshine and exposed to hundreds of pairs of eyes. The scar left by the last cane torture crawled ferociously on the buttocks and legs, dark red, light pink, and dark brown intertwined, like a twisted net. The feeling of shame came like a tide, but what was more turbulent than shame was fear. She was put on the rack. It turns out that those thirty sticks are not the end. It's the beginning of another class. A lesson in power, in disguise, in walking on a knife's edge. A lesson that takes flesh and blood to remember. "Take pain as your teacher." "I am no longer the time traveler who wants to use 'reason' to change the world." "I'm Su Chenyue." "The direct princess of Fengluan Dynasty." "I want to use the rules of this world——" She paused and said word by word: "Win." She whispered these four words, then wiped away her tears and stood up slowly.