Phoenix's Awakening: Saga of Strength and Romance

In the deep night within the capital of Sciathan Kingdom, an unnoticed dark aura seeped, unseen by anyone, from the impenetrable blackness, surging like a rolling tide into the dungeons of the Grand Princess's estate. Amidst the dim and flickering candlelight, within feeble illumination, a pair of dull gray eyes slowly closed. Yet, moments later, they opened again, their hue no longer somber gray but now a deep, chilling black. Fixated on the flickering candle flames before her, her icy gaze remained unflinching for a long while. After a prolonged moment, Euria slowly began to process the surplus memories flooding her mind. With a faint, powerless whimper, Euria softly sighed, reluctantly accepting a fact—she... had crossed over and reincarnated! The influx of memories revealed to Euria that the original owner of this body was the Emperor's sister's biological daughter. Despite her lofty status, the original occupant was the laughingstock of the entire Sciathan Kingdom Kingdom. For the previous occupant was feeble and ignorant, born frail and ailing, devoid of any innate magical talents—an almost fatal flaw in a society that revered magic users. Weak and as the sole daughter of the Grand Princess, she was treated worse than the lowest slave by her illegitimate siblings. The aunties in the family were domineering and brazen, her own father indifferent and repugnant towards her. Since the Grand Princess's demise four years prior, her standing within the household had plummeted. Her current plight resulted from speaking out of turn, offending her father's favorite, Aunt Qin. Consequently, she was sentenced to kneel in the dungeons for a day and a night, deprived of sustenance. This body was already frail and ailing from childhood, and this prolonged kneeling was enough to claim her life. The royal physicians who had diagnosed her said she wouldn't live past eighteen summers. Under such unfortunate circumstances, she didn't even reach twelve, succumbing prematurely. Yet, no one could have foreseen that, through an inexplicable twist of fate, a soul from another time and space would cross over into this twelve-year-old body. Euria slowly climbed up from the icy ground in the dungeon, finding that the cell wasn’t locked. Whether the guards thought she wouldn't even have the strength to stand up or someone had unlocked it for her was unknown. Euria didn't dwell on it. Adjusting her simple white skirt, she slowly stepped out of the dungeon, her gait slightly unsteady, perhaps due to her new soul not yet fully controlling this body. "Hate it here, there are still people in the shrine!" A delicate feminine voice echoed from a dark corner of the courtyard, heard by Euria just after leaving the dungeon. At this moment, Euria was hidden behind a dense thicket, her slender figure well obscured, making her presence undetectable. "What's to fear? What can that sickly wretch do? Didn't you say she's a fool? Not even comparable to a servant!" Sickly? Fool? Not even comparable to a servant—indeed, the former occupant of this body was too feeble. "But I'm shy~~" "What's to be shy about? Sweetheart, hurry up, I can't take it anymore~~" The rustling of clothes, followed by rapid, disharmonious sounds, emanated from behind the bush, sounding more grating in the quiet corner. Encountering such a scene as soon as she arrived—how unlucky! Quietly, Euria walked over. The moonlight, bright above, filtered through the leaves of the towering trees nearby, gently falling on her face as she moved. Pale complexion, a gaunt small face, hollow eye sockets from years of illness and medication—all made the pitiful Euria, who had knelt for a day and night, even more haggard, with disheveled hair and a flowing white dress. In the corner, a sturdy man pinned a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl against the wall, engaged in fervent actions, completely unaware of the impending danger creeping closer! The girl also appeared to be enjoying herself, humming softly, her two fair legs tightly coiled around the man's waist. In the quiet corner, their voices sounded all the more jarring. The ancestral statues were inside, yet these two were shamelessly engaging in such conduct here, displaying no respect for the departed spirits. Was it because the daughter left behind by the Grand Princess was so feeble that they dared act so recklessly? With a cold, resolute little face, Euria stepped forward, just as the girl looked up and saw her ethereal white clothes, startling her. "Ghost, ghost..." "Where's the ghost? There's a dead man inside, hurry, quick... Ah..." Before a clear sound could escape her throat, a c***k was heard, the man's neck snapped! "Ah—!" The girl widened her eyes in shock. "Want to die? Keep screaming." Tossing the man's body to the ground, Euria impatiently straightened the girl's clothes, wiping her hands with disgust. Killing such a vile and despicable man made her sick; if he hadn't dared insult the departed Grand Princess, she wouldn't have deigned to kill him, Euria thought. Dirtying her own hands! At Euria's words, the girl tightly shut her mouth, trembling as if sieved. The moonlight was bright, illuminating her face. Wasn't she the Third Miss who had knelt in the dungeon? Why was she here? Could it be that the ghost of the sickly Third Miss was here for retribution? The more the girl thought, the more frightened she became, nearly collapsing. "I'm not a ghost." Having cleaned her hands, a cold smirk graced Euria's lips as she spoke, "What you've seen, if a word gets out, your fate will be the same as his. Don't even think about complaining to Aunt Qin; I'm not the previous Euria." Nobody would dare joke with their life, especially after witnessing her remorselessly snap someone's neck! Pellie's only thought at that moment: this Third Miss had definitely been possessed by a ghost! She had just now, seemed like a reincarnated demon, that cold ruthlessness made her hair stand on end!