After speaking, she collapsed into his arms unconscious, and Ling Kong’s eyes shook. She had never called him so intimately before. This unfamiliar form of address, however, stirred a strong tremor within him, an incredibly familiar sensation.
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Three years later.
The shocking events of that night, like a thunderbolt illuminating the sky, eventually settled into calm. Madam Aisha accused her ex-husband of scandalous dealings, sparking a massive national uproar and inciting public outrage. Governor Yun’s reputation was in tatters, although he adamantly claid the woman’s accusations were manipulated by others. However, not many believed him. Anti-monarchist sentints grew louder, while the Councilman’s support surged, gradually dominating the situation.
Amid the evolving national landscape and various turbulent conflicts, the soul that initially stirred this storm had long been forgotten in a short span. Who would rember that poor woman who marked a turning point in history now?
"Even if everyone forgets, I will never forget!" Yiyi stood in front of the grave, silently laying down a bouquet of white roses. Staring at the dust-covered photo on the tombstone, her clenched fingers emitted a chilling resolve amid her cold, pained gaze, "I will never let them go, I will make those who forced you into this cold grave pay the price!"
Thus, she endured humiliation and carried burdens to attend that hypocritical yet grand funeral, even rallying for the Councilman Faction, playing the role of a pitiable orphaned girl, helping them denounce Governor Yun and the Queen Faction to the dia.
On one hand, she did this willingly because Governor Yun, that scoundrel, was the true culprit who ruined Madam Aisha’s life, and she would never let him off. On the other hand, she knew she must not show the slightest hint of rebellion or disobedience to arouse suspicion and surveillance from the Councilman Faction. She cooperated with them in every possible way, becoming a tool for their propaganda, all to earn their trust.
Otherwise, how could a re young woman seek revenge against those with power and influence?
She plotted step by step, knowing that one day she would reclaim what was hers from Governor Yun, Lie Fengzi, and Councilman Helian!
"That goal is not far now. I have already joined the military, serving in the Air Force, and I also hold a trump card!" A cold smile crept up Yiyi’s lips. Her obedience and cooperation smoothly earned her a chance to enter the Imperial Academy.
During these three years, she diligently studied in school, participated in so military research, working low-key yet diligently, which earned her a reliable reputation. Despite considerable controversy, her extraordinary research achievents led school leaders to exceptionally recomnd her to join a newly established elite combat team in the military.
This brought her ever closer to her goal. The powerless monts of watching her adoptive mother die would never happen again. Now, she could grasp her path step by step.
After the morial, Yiyi drove back to her apartnt.
She now held an official military appointnt, assigned to a high-end apartnt.
After taking a bath, she put on her work attire, ready to head back to the school laboratory.
The doorbell rang.
Who could be looking for her? These past three years, she kept to herself, seen as a cold, aloof figure by others. She didn’t deliberately distance herself from people, but she was too busy, preparing for her various acts of revenge, investing all her ti and energy in gaining trust, entering the elite organizations within the school, and eventually the military departnts of the empire, leaving her little patience to deal with others.
Looking at the monitor by the door, it was soone she hadn’t seen in a long ti, soone she wanted yet didn’t want to see.
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