My Dangerous Billionaire Husband - Chapter 78: There’s A Bullet Flying Towards Her

WARN:

SLIGHT ROMANCE!! NO HAREM!! FAMILY GENRE!!

Filled with political intrigue, warfare, adventure, friendship, and betrayal.

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Synopsis:

I transmigrated into a novel that I read years ago as the second Prince of the Chrono Empire and was fated to be killed by my half-brother, the First Prince at the age of 12.

So, What's my role in this novel?

Am I the villain?

Am I an insignificant extra?

Am I the protagonist? Nah, definitely not.

But, why bother?

Following the novel's plot isn't my style and I won't let it dictates my life.

Regardless of my role, I am the main character of my own life.

Heaven and Earth serve as the guesthouse for all living things, with Time being the sojourner since time immemorial.

As with the difference between dreaming and awakening, the distinction between life and death is diverse and confused, and changing.

What awaits us beyond time, once we have transcended life and death, heaven and earth?

Rong Zhi was switched at birth and lived in the countryside for eighteen years, her family was poor, and she dropped out of high school to work.At eighteen, her biological parents came to her door, saying she was the daughter of the Rong Family in Beijing and came to take her back to Beijing.Above her were uncles watching over the family inheritance, below were biological siblings.She was warned by her parents: Learn the rules from your brothers and sisters, don't cause trouble, the Rong Family can't afford to lose face because of you.Rong Zhi brushed aside the bangs on her forehead, smiling brightly: “Okay.”Everyone was waiting to see the joke of this ignorant and unsuccessful Third Young Master Rong, but as they watched, she became the Crown Prince who had the final say in Beijing.Everyone: This doesn't quite match what we were told??The Bai Family Head returned to the country, and all the noble families in Beijing were on high alert, except for that carefree member of the Rong Family.One day at a banquet, everyone saw Mr. Bai, standing at the top of the pyramid, bend down, holding a pair of high heels in his hand, speaking helplessly: “Such a princess.”Looking again at the long-haired woman in a dark green cheongsam standing in front of him, barefoot on his shoes, “I am a princess, and it's none of your business.”This familiar face, this familiar arrogant tone...Everyone was stunned, their eyes open wide in disbelief: Third Master Rong?!【Front-stage female disguised as male + slight sci-fi + no logic + feel-good novel + 1v1 single couple】

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.