I'm Star-Lord (SW Xover) - Chapter 119: C Reinforcements

I am a princess, moreover, I am a fool of a princess.

Born in the imperial palace, my appearance is as average as that of the white radish and cabbages in the fields. Throughout the four seasons of the year, my face is always displaying a dull expression, eyes forever shrouded in haze.

But in reality, I know of the secrets within this palace.

Including hers, his, and theirs.

Just leisurely living my days comfortably in the palace like this, I firmly believe I can continue to play dumb to the end.

Taking your hand, dragging you away. Not leaving you say? Very well, close the doors and release the hounds. (Expressionless face)

In her past life, Qiao Qiqi was brainwashed by a heartless man and a shameless woman, leading to the downfall of her family. Reborn, she kicks scumbags and make them regret the day they crossed her.Qiao Qiqi's mom: “My Qiqi is gentle and timid, don't scare her.”The gangster whose limbs were broken by Qiao Qiqi: “????”Who... is really scared here?Qiao Qiqi's dad: “My Qiqi has no particular skill, she'll just inherit the family fortune.”Big shots from all circles: “????”Indeed, she has no 'one' particular skill—she's good at everything!Back in high school, Qiao Qiqi was waiting for Gu Shili to transfer to First Middle School. In her past life, he helped fulfill her last wish; in this life, she's determined to repay his kindness.Gu Shili was brought back to the country by his family early. On his first day at school, he sees a fight outside—more precisely, a pretty girl is single-handedly beating up the opponent!Qiao Qiqi kicks the last piece of trash to the ground, her foot ruthlessly stepping on the opponent's face. Her fair and beautiful face is both stunning and spirited!She lifts her head to meet a pair of 'startled' black eyes.Qiao Qiqi: “????”Gu Shili: “...”“Um... if I say I'm just playing with them, would you believe it?”Gangsters: “...”

Dual Cultivation is an art. The more you focus on doing the art, the worse it becomes. Only when doing it becomes part of the art itself, does one truly experience it to its fullest.

My older brother, who was my only family member, lost his memory. “I have a sibling? Are you kidding me?” He was a fool who cared for me ever since he brought me from the temple… “I can’t even take care of myself, so what is this…” I left the family because I didn’t want to be a burden to my older brother, who had no memory, and was helpless in the tragedy that followed. So I turned back time. That too, to the point when my brother lost his memory. “I don’t have anything in my head, so I don’t know what to do next. What if I have a kid with me?” We must not repeat the tragedy of the past life. So I grimly said, “That’s right. I don’t have anything on my brother’s head right now.” “…What, what?” I chuckled and took out a document I had prepared. The contents of the document, written in crooked, large letters, were simple. [I transfer all the property in my name to my younger sister.] While my gaping older brother was checking the documents, I took out his seal from his drawer and smeared it with ink. Then I put it in his hand and said with a very sad expression. “So stamp it. Now.” I will protect you in this life.