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Chapitre 1

She, Ling Aojun, is the niece of the president of the Ling Corporation, and the behind-the-scenes boss of the largest gang in the underworld, the 'Cold-Faced Saintly Lord'. Although she is naturally cold and indifferent, there's no need to treat her like this! During an ambush, she was transported to another world... For the sake of finally being able to see Xue (her cousin), she endured it!

On the battlefield, strategizing from within the command tent, winning battles a thousand miles away, becoming the world's number one strategist—Young Master Mo, she endures it!! At worst, she'll just let these ancient people see our 'Art of War' and 'Thirty-Six Stratagems'...

Entering the martial arts world, she was forced to become the leader of the largest sect in the martial arts world—the Holy Immortal Sect. She endured it! After all, it wasn't like she hadn't been a gang leader before.

But what's with this man who orders her to marry a woman the moment they meet? She's just a woman disguised as a man, so why does he act like he's some kind of heartless scoundrel every time they meet, repeatedly demanding she marry this woman or take responsibility for that woman? Your Highness, I'm a woman too!

He, Ouyang Jinxuan, Prince Jin of the Longxuan Dynasty, a 'cold-faced war god' on the battlefield, never showing his emotions, fell in love for the first time—to his own sister-in-law. This time, he found himself developing inappropriate feelings for this seemingly heartless 'man'. Could he be homosexual?… It turns out 'he' was actually her—you are destined to be my strategist, my queen, my dearest love…

He, Yelü Ying, the crown prince of Cangliao Kingdom, known as the "Flame-Devouring Evil Lord," has a pair of red eyes that seem to belong to a demon from hell, and a wicked smile always gracing his face—"I've been entangled with you only to defeat Ouyang Jinxuan. Now, for you, I can give up everything. To get you, I'm willing to do anything, using every means at my disposal..."

He, Dongfang Junhao, is the owner of Dongfang Manor, the wealthiest merchant in the world. Handsome as the wind, unrestrained and free-spirited, he considers himself a womanizer, frequenting brothels but never giving his heart. Only towards her—"As long as you are happy, I can give everything; as long as I can stay by your side, I can sacrifice my life..."

They, and they... struggle, intrigue, betrayal, humor, happiness, sweetness... all unfolded one scene after another...

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The Strategist and the Princess: Battlefield Chapter 1 - Interception

As night fell, a black sports car sped along the highway, weaving effortlessly through the congested road. The highway was practically overflowing with vehicles—a characteristic of modern cities. Accustomed to nightlife, urban dwellers often seek a night of revelry after a busy day, making the city's nights even more vibrant than its days. The speeding sports car seemed unfazed by the congestion, continuing to weave quickly between other cars. The driver's long hair billowed in the wind, and her white dress created a dreamlike, ethereal effect, causing many passing 'drivers' to turn their heads frequently.

A sudden ringing sound rang out. The sports car owner, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his phone, glanced at it, quickly pressed the answer button, and said before the other person could speak, "Hello, Xue? What's up?"

A pleasant, cheerful voice immediately came from the other end of the phone: "My lord, I just met with Yuqing. She's heavily pregnant and due in two months. She said she's always surrounded by a bunch of palace maids and eunuchs. What's even more outrageous is that the Emperor actually invited the best female physician in the land to the palace just to help her with her pregnancy. You know how restless she is, and with the Emperor spoiling her so much, she's even more unruly. If it weren't for so many people watching her, who knows what might have happened? The Emperor is really thoughtful, but she's still complaining that he's deprived her of her freedom, all day long..." (The Yuqing mentioned here is Ling Aoxue, who transmigrated from modern times to the Longxuan Dynasty. She will be referred to as Ling Aoxue from now on. The Xue mentioned here is the real Xiao Yuqing. For details, please see the sister novel—"The Arrogant Imperial Concubine.")

When talking about Aoxue, with whom she had swapped identities, Yuqing would talk endlessly. The only people in the world who knew about their meeting in dreams were Ling Aoxue's parents and her cousin, Ling Aojun. As the saying goes, good things should be shared with others, and it was too uncomfortable to keep it to herself! Therefore, every time Yuqing finished meeting Yu Aoxue, the first thing she did after waking up was to call Aojun and tell her everything they had talked about.

Therefore, Ao Jun was already used to Yu Qing's gossipy behavior, a sight that was usually so quiet. Only at times like this would Ao Jun, who was always calm and composed, display her captivating smile. Almost simultaneously with her smile, a 'bang' rang out, followed by several more 'bangs', causing a severe traffic jam.

Ao Jun remained oblivious to all of this, continuing to drive through the increasingly chaotic streets. However, the kind-hearted Yu Qing was not as 'cold-blooded' as Ao Jun. Upon hearing the 'bang bang...' sounds, she already guessed what had happened. "Sigh..." Yu Qing, who was talking non-stop, turned to sigh helplessly and said, "Jun, you laughed like that again." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

Jun is absolutely stunning! Anyone who sees her will be stunned by her beauty, especially her captivating smile! It's breathtaking, enough to make even the heavens and earth pale in comparison! (A bit like Huo Shuixian's smile in "The Mischievous Dragon's Love Affair"!) Every time that smile appears, a major disaster is guaranteed. The incident just now was a minor case... But thankfully, Jun is always aloof and indifferent to everything, rarely showing any expression. Only those she truly cares about can elicit any expression from her other than indifference. Otherwise... alas, the consequences would be unimaginable!

"What, can't I smile? When I don't smile, you all say I'm expressionless, like a living statue. Okay, now that I've smiled, you'll say something else, hmph." Ao Jun said in a spoiled tone, pouting like a child, revealing a rare childlike side. If others saw this, who knows what kind of 'disaster' might occur?

"Alright, alright, when are you coming back? We're waiting for you to eat!"

"Yeah, I'll be back soon..." Before she could finish speaking, the car suddenly braked hard. Several cars were blocking her way. When the people in the cars saw that Ao Jun had stopped, they immediately got out and surrounded her. It seemed that they had no good intentions.

"Jun, what's wrong? What happened?" Yuqing asked anxiously upon hearing the sound of sudden braking.

"It's nothing, I have something to do, I'll be back soon. That's all, bye..." Ao Jun said calmly to Ao Xue as he got out of the car, his tone completely calm and without any ripples. He hung up before Ao Xue could reply.

Ao Jun leaned lazily against the sports car, expressionlessly glancing at the dozens of men surrounding her. A middle-aged man with a long scar on his face stood at the front, clearly their leader. Ao Jun thought for a moment, who was this man? The answer was no.

The scarred man, seeing that Ao Jun merely glanced at them indifferently, was both annoyed and worried. Just how powerful was this legendary underworld figure, able to remain unmoved in the face of such a formation? But then he thought, she must be putting on a brave face, terrified inside. After all, no matter how powerful she was, she was just a 19-year-old girl. With so many of them, he refused to believe they couldn't do anything to her. He also remembered that he had come for revenge, to avenge the knife he had stabbed years ago. That knife, he vowed, would be repaid with a mother's blood. With this thought, he grinned wickedly, staring intently at Ao Jun as if he wanted to devour her alive. His voice, extremely unpleasant and like that of a dead duck, said to Ao Jun: "You are Mo Ming's daughter? The mastermind behind the Xuanlong Society, the largest and most powerful organization in the underworld—the Cold-Faced Saintess?"

Ao Jun was startled. It wasn't surprising that he knew he was Mo Ming's daughter; most of the well-known figures in the underworld knew. But apart from a few elders of their Xuanlong Society, no one else knew she was the Cold-Faced Saintess! And those people would never betray him, so how did he know?

Seeing Ao Jun's shock, the scarred man said smugly, "Isn't it strange how I knew your identity? Hmph, there are no secrets that stay hidden forever. Who would have thought..." The scarred man looked Ao Jun up and down, stroking his chin, "Who would have thought that the most feared and mysterious underworld legend—the Cold-Faced Saint King—is actually a little girl, haha... No wonder she's Mo Ming's daughter." At the mention of Mo Ming, a deep hatred welled up in the scarred man's eyes.

"Who are you?" Ao Jun asked calmly. She was always indifferent to people, and if she hadn't seen the hatred in his eyes when he mentioned her, she wouldn't have bothered to say those three words!

"Who am I? Hahaha..." The scarred man laughed wildly, "I'm here to take your life. Today will be the last day of your Cold-Faced Saintly Lord in this world. But... hehehe..." He then leered at Ao Jun, "As expected of Mo Ming's daughter, you're truly beautiful and alluring. I'm in a good mood today, so before you die, I'll make sure you experience ecstasy. Hahaha..." As he spoke, he reached out and approached Ao Jun.

Ao Jun remained expressionless as the scarred man approached. Just as his hand was about to touch her, he struck with lightning speed, accompanied by several pig-like screams. Ao Jun finally revealed an expression other than indifference, frowning in disgust. Didn't he know his voice was awful? And he shouted so loudly. (Feng Qing: 'Someone seems to have forgotten who caused this.')

The scarred man's men stared in disbelief, glancing between their leader and Ao Jun. How could this be? They hadn't even seen how she made her move; all they saw was their leader lying on the ground, clutching his stomach and groaning, with two slaps on either side of his face.

Just as Ao Jun turned to leave, the scarred man, who had been groaning on the ground, struggled to his feet and glared at Ao Jun, saying, "Damn, I underestimated you." He turned to his group of clearly petrified henchmen and roared, "What are you all standing there for? Get him! You're just as slutty as your lewd self, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit. Today I'll rape and kill you, then slash your face a few times to avenge the time you disfigured me."

Ao Jun, who was about to leave, turned around when she heard that the man dared to curse her. Her calm eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp gaze, and she exuded a dangerous aura, which made the underlings who were about to step forward shiver and dare not go forward.

"Say it again if you dare." He said, moving closer to the scarred man.

The scarred man was intimidated by her imposing aura, but he knew that if he didn't deal with her today, he would be doomed. Daring to intercept the Cold-Faced Saint Lord of the Xuanlong Society would result in a fate worse than death, with no chance of escape. Seeing Ao Jun approaching, the scarred man preemptively struck. Ao Jun dodged the attack, coldly uttering, "Looking for death," while simultaneously delivering a left hook that struck him squarely in the chin.

At this moment, the group of henchmen reacted and charged towards Ao Jun with a roar. Ao Jun looked at them with a cold smile: "Perfect timing. It's been a while since I've stretched my muscles." (Sui Feng: Wow, so he's a violent thug.)

Although the opposing force outnumbered them, they were no match for Ao Jun, a black belt in Taekwondo and a karate expert—a legend in the underworld. Half an hour later, everyone except Ao Jun was lying on the ground groaning. The scarred man was in the worst shape; his head was bleeding profusely, and it was unclear whether any of his ribs were intact. Who told him to offend Ling Ao Jun of all people, and even dare to insult her? He was practically asking for death! If she hadn't been in a good mood today, she wouldn't have let him off so easily.

Alright, Yuqing and her uncle and aunt are still waiting for her to eat! I'll let them off the hook for today.

Just as Ao Jun was about to drive away, the scarred man, barely clinging to life, struggled to his feet and recklessly drove towards her. Ao Jun, shocked that the scarred man intended to take her down with him, swerved to the other side, but couldn't brake in time. She crashed straight into the bridge railing, and the car plunged off the bridge into the sea.

Ming Wah Daily: "A gangland brawl broke out on East Bridge last night, injuring dozens of people, including a man with a knife scar who died on the spot. Ling Aojun, a female college freshman who happened to be passing by and was caught in the crossfire—the beloved niece of the president of the Ling Corporation—has gone missing. The marine police searched the sea for a day, but apart from recovering the sports car, they found no trace of Ling Aojun, not even her body. As a result, the Ling Corporation has offered a reward of ten million US dollars for Ling Aojun's whereabouts, mobilizing all its connections and resources, causing a major uproar in political and business circles."

The Xuanlong Society mobilized all its underworld forces due to the disappearance of their leader. However, only a few members of the Xuanlong Society who knew Ao Jun's true identity were aware of the truth and were deeply worried about the disappearance of the Cold-Faced Saint Lord. Even retired veterans were mobilized. The others only knew that they had to obey the orders of the Xuanlong Society's leader (the nominal leader, not Ao Jun), thus creating a major upheaval throughout the underworld.

The Strategist and the Princess: Battlefield Chapter Two - Time Travel

"Ugh..." My whole body felt like it was falling apart, it hurt so much! That scarred guy was crazy! Fine, wait until I'm better, I'll see how I deal with him! As Ao Jun's consciousness gradually cleared, she felt excruciating pain all over her body, and at the same time, she was filled with hatred for the scarred guy who had caused her so much suffering. (Feng Qing: 'So you're just a kid after all.' Ao Jun said coldly, 'I'm just a 19-year-old girl, okay? Who made me look like a seventy or eighty-year-old?' Feng Qing was startled: 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay?' He thought to himself: Is there such a thing as a little girl like this? She was cuter just now.)

“Girl, you’re awake, girl…” a kind voice rang out.

Who is it? Does anyone still call someone "girl" these days?

Ao Jun struggled to open her eyes. Ugh, it was so bright! She closed her eyes again and tried to open them again. She repeated this several times until she finally adjusted to the dazzling light. What came into view was the face of a kind middle-aged woman.

"Hmm..." When the middle-aged woman saw Ao Jun open her eyes and struggle to get up, she immediately reached out to help her up.

"Girl, slow down, are you feeling alright?"

With the woman's help, Ao Jun finally sat up. Seeing how concerned and worried this unfamiliar woman was about her, she felt a sense of warmth and couldn't help but smile. She nodded to indicate that she was alright.

After waiting for a while without seeing any reaction from the woman, she looked up in confusion and saw that the woman was staring blankly at her. What was wrong? Then she realized that it must have been her genuine laughter that had made her stunned. Oh well, she hadn't meant to.

"Cough..." He pretended to cough.

The cough finally brought the woman back to her senses. Seeing that Ao Jun was staring at her, she scratched her head awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry for being so rude. Please forgive me, young lady. You are just too beautiful. I'm just a country woman who has never seen such a sight. Please don't take offense!"