“Be my sister, and you can continue to enjoy the status and privileges of an imperial princess.”
“I am not your sister.” Her voice was calm as she repeated the fact. “Can you try being reasonable?”
“Then be my wife.” He smiled, speaking as if it were nothing. “Either way, you'll end up with me.”
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1
The year Song Tianxing started university, two major things happened.
First, she won 20 million yuan in the lottery.
Second, before she could even claim the money, she inexplicably transmigrated to an unknown era. Someone told her she had an older brother here, waiting for her.
She dropped from the sky into the arms of a young nobleman. He was as lovely as the moon and snow, peerlessly beautiful. Moved, she cried, “Brother!” He smiled and accepted her as his little sister.
Only later did Miss Song learn that he wasn't her real brother. He was her real brother's archenemy, Su Linxue, the Immortal Venerable of the Northern Realm.
2
Heaven is divided into two realms. Su Linxue is the Immortal Venerable of the Northern Realm. Her older brother, Song Heng, is the Immortal Venerable of the Southern Realm.
It turned out she had been caught up in a tumultuous struggle. In this world, her real brother feared she'd usurp his power and wanted her dead. Su Linxue wasn't any better. He had accepted her as his sworn sister only so he could install her in power, then strip her of her authority.
She would be a puppet Immortal Venerable while he unified the Heavenly Court and ruled the world.
“You know Song Heng exists, so he won't die,” Su Linxue said, smoothing the loose hair on Song Tianxing's cheek as he threatened her languidly. “Song Heng knows you exist, so you will die. So...”
“Will you fight for it?”
She truly had no real ambitions back then. All she could think about was her 20 million yuan, and how much she wanted to go home.
Since Su Linxue was supporting her, Song Tianxing couldn't openly fall out with him. So she could only say, “I'll fight. I'll repay you, Brother.”
And so Su Linxue began to help her with all his heart. He had probably never met anyone so dispirited and lazy. He was constantly frowning and sneering, yet the Immortal Venerable of the Northern Realm could even prop up a lump of mud. But Miss Song herself was a puddle of water, impossible even to scoop up.
“Brother, you've worked hard.”
“Brother, I'm sorry.” These were a few of the things she often said.
“I'll repay you.”
“See that you do,” he said.
3
Time passed, and the world changed beyond recognition.
On the day of her enthronement, Song Tianxing stood on the Mandate of Heaven Platform in splendid robes and a crown. Below, Su Linxue drank wine, carefree and composed, with all the presence of a man in control of great power.
She said, “Last night, I sensed the Heavenly Dao. It told me to yield the throne to someone worthy. I hereby declare the Southern and Northern Realms united, with Su Linxue as the Heavenly Emperor. So decreed.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she used a divine treasure to tear open the void. Looking back as she left, she saw her brother, who had always remained unmoved by everything, crush his cup in his hand. His dark eyes fixed on her, a trace of violence lurking within them.
Theme: The way of Heaven is constant
