Abandoned Princesses
Birthmarks

"You're weakened." Qiao Rong had just arrived at his dorm room and lay down for a while when Li Junyan said that.

"What do you mean?" Both Qiao Rong's brows frowned.

"Liu Liwei's. You could have just refused the gift right then and there. Lu Guang, Consort Shu, and the others. Your nature is weakened, Li Wenhua. You're too soft." Li Junyan continued.

Qiao Rong realized it.

But he remained silent, not replying to a single word of the boy. Qiao Rong simply gently stroked Huo Bing's fur that had just emerged from the Dragon's Tread ring room.

Qiao Rong did not even know anymore whether Li Wenhua's hard personality was still left in him. He who used to be the goal every day is just to get stronger.

Every day of cultivating, but in the end died at the hands of the elders while stealing the Yin-Yang Book. After all, Qiao Rong felt his life as Li Wenhua was too ridiculous.

What was the point of cultivating every day if it still could not protect anyone? Yet as Qiao Rong, he had many people who meant a lot to him.

Li Wenhua in Qiao Rong found the love of a mother, found the love of a lover, and also had many relationships with others.

There was Huo Bing, her sweet pet was now almost asleep on her lap. There was also Li Wenrou who came as he thought he would not have one more child to take care of.

All of this he would not have gotten if he had not entered Qiao Rong's body.

Did he steal what was supposed to belong to the girl?

What if the real Qiao Rong didn't die that day? Would all the precious things Li Wenhua possessed belong to the real Qiao Rong?

*****

Feeling tired thinking about that, Qiao Rong instead fell asleep in her bed soundly. And it was only awakened by Chu Yue when it was getting dark.

The lessons in the Crescent Academy are indeed not scheduled for sure. In addition to the schedule of lessons every day, all hours per subject have absolutely no rules. It all depends on the professor teaching.

If the teaching is needed until night, then the lesson will really be finished at night.

Fortunately, Professor Luo was not as ruthless as Professor Zi whose alchemy lessons required a lot of time. Of course, this is due to the different time it takes for each student to make a pill.

Qiao Rong ate his dinner as usual with Chu Yue who was busy telling this story.

"Ah, Your Majesty! Yesterday I met a kind man! He gave me the last bakpao in the store." Chu Yue told him excitedly regarding her encounter with the strange-robed man. Unfortunately, because of that robe, Chu Yue could not see the face of the man.

"Goodoo. Don't forget to thank her for meeting him again" Qiao Rong said as he ate a small piece of chicken meat.

"Ah, I did not see his face. But somehow his voice sounded familiar." Chu Yue thought hard.

It was as if he had heard the man's voice when and where. Qiao Rong simply shook his head.

It turns out that in this world there are still men who want to give his last doppelganger to a woman he does not know. Inner Qiao Rong.

"Your Majesty, doesn't Professor Ji look so strange? To be honest, I got goosebumps because he kept staring at me during the lesson." Chu Yue shifted the subject.

"Maybe it is, pay attention to the new disciple." Qiao Rong looked for an excuse. After all, the professors in the Crescent Academy were personally selected by his fiancee. Qiao Rong naturally did not dare to think negatively about them.

Successfully chosen by Shen Haofeng, means they do have abilities that can prove their worth as a professor.

Thinking about Shen Haofeng made Qiao Rong miss the man again. It was almost a month from the last time they met. I don't know what the Moon King is doing.

This pain came from a flower-shaped birthmark on his forehead. It had been so long since Qiao Rong had opened his meridian seal, yet he still could not figure out what was strange about the birthmark.

Qiao Rong held onto his forehead. His head was very painful, there was a burning sensation every second that was becoming more and more.

After a few seconds it just disappeared.

Qiao Rong blinked his eyes in confusion. There was something wrong with that birthmark, and Qiao Rong did not know about it.

*****

"Have found?"

Zhou Qingshan finally smiled sincerely. The only gentle smile that escaped his lips after he took over the body of the real Zhou Qingshan.

"Yes, Your Majesty. According to the news from the assassins working for Princess Lan, they were told to target a woman in Nanshan Village. Which just so happens to have that birthmark on his forehead." A man in black clothes explained at length to Zhou Qingshan.

The man smiled again with satisfaction.

"Then? What about his identity? Where is he now?" zhou Qingshan said in an impatient tone.

"M-the problem ..the woman had disappeared for so long from Nanshan Village. His identity was also unknown despite questioning the entire village." The man in black was sweating coldly. He knew for sure news like this would ignite the anger of his master.

Yggw!!!

And it's true. This time an antique urn in Zhou Qingshan's room was his victim.

"Please Your Majesty give us more time! We'll definitely find him!" The man in black immediately knelt down and bowed his body towards Zhou Qingshan.

He was prepared for all the attacks he would get, remembering the anger of his master. But after a few seconds of closing his eyes, he was only greeted by silence.

"All right." The man was surprised at his master's reply.

What is with his master at the moment? Can he just agree without any punishment given?

The man in black was hard-pressed to believe that the man in front of him was his master. But he could only be thankful that his life was still forgiven one more day.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The man then immediately disappeared from the reach of the eyes.

Meanwhile, ever since the news was received by Zhou Qingshan that the person he had been looking for had all this time been found, he seemed to be deep in his own thoughts.

He always remembered the woman he was looking for. It always seemed faint even though his head was filled with many memories of his thousands of years as a god. A woman who danced beautifully in a field.

And he who looked at her from a distance with a stare as though drugged. They had always called her the Demon King, yet only that woman spoke her name affectionately.

Unfortunately, he is a demon.

"Where are you? Is your life good this time?" Zhou Qingshan muttered.

My flower, my most beautiful flower. How's rupa? How nature? Zhou Qingshan.

"sorry. I'm sorry."

Without realizing it, a drop of tears fell down his cheek.