The Ugly Girl Is Actually A Goddess

Lu Hua stumbled back, her heart skipping a beat as a translucent screen appeared before her eyes, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. She blinked, trying to steady herself and make sense of the ethereal words that seemed to float in the air, suspended by some unseen force.

Hello Liu Lu Hua. We regret to inform you that you have failed your first mission. 300 points have been transferred to your system for your hard work. This is your second mission. If you fail this mission, you will no longer be our agent, and all your points will be deducted. You will be sent back, and your existence will be wiped out.

Lu Hua's brow furrowed in disbelief as she read the message, feeling a chill run down her spine at the gravity of its meaning. The idea of someone wanting to wipe her out seemed both absurd and terrifying. Who was behind this mysterious plan to control her fate, and what right did they think they had over her life?

A new prompt appeared at the bottom of the screen:

Do you want to use your points?

[Yes] [No]

Feeling a mix of fear and curiosity, Lu Hua hesitated briefly before selecting "Yes," eager to see what options were available. A new screen appeared, showing a list of items she could purchase. Her heart sank when she noticed that most of the choices were locked, leaving only two options:

Analyzing System - 150 points

Super Hearing - 300 points

"Goodness, why is it so expensive?" she muttered quietly, pondering the consequences of each option.

The idea of having super hearing was both tempting and daunting. The thought of hearing every sound, every whisper, felt more like a burden than a blessing, as it could overwhelm her senses. With a firm tap, she selected the Analyzing System, hoping it would be beneficial.

Analyzing System has been purchased for 150 points.

The screen vanished, leaving her momentarily blinded by a bright white light before her surroundings returned to normal. Lu Hua blinked, and suddenly, her vision became clearer, details coming into focus with remarkable sharpness. Her gaze fell upon a chair, and with just a glance, the system revealed its age and origin, seemingly unlocking the mysteries of time itself.

"What year is it?" she whispered, her curiosity stirred by this newfound ability.

Xuan Dynasty

Year 1050

A smile appeared on Lu Hua's face, as the new ability brought her a feeling of excitement and wonder. She felt empowered and was eager to see how this gift would help her in navigating this unfamiliar era. Several hours passed, and the maid and the effeminate young man from earlier returned to her room. They appeared attentive and concerned, with the girl carrying a tray containing a bowl of steaming soup. Her manner was gentle and caring.

"My lady, are you feeling better now?" she asked, her voice gentle and soothing.

Lu Hua's newly enhanced eyes quickly conducted an analysis of the girl before her.

Name: Li Beihe

Age: 15 years old

Height: 163 cm

Weight: 46 kg

"Li Beihe," Lu Hua said, her tone steady and composed.

Beihe's eyes widened in surprise, her heart racing in anticipation of a scolding. However, to her relief, Lu Hua only nodded, appearing strangely serene.

"Is that your name?" Lu Hua asked, her voice devoid of any hint of anger or blame.

"Y-yes?" Beihe stammered, momentarily forgetting about her lady's memory loss in her flustered state.

Lu Hua's gaze shifted to the handsome, yet effeminate young man, taking in the details of his appearance.

Name: Hong Fuquan

Age: 17 Years Old

Height: 176 cm

Weight: 58 kg

"And you are Hong Fuquan," Lu Hua observed, pointing at him with a newfound confidence.

Fuquan responded with a gentle smile, his voice dripping with melodramatic flair. "Lady Lu Hua has finally regained her memories? What wonderful news," he exclaimed, covering his mouth with delicate fingers, his dramatic gestures evident.

Lu Hua stifled a chuckle, finding Fuquan's flamboyant nature endearing. She pondered whether his vibrant personality was genuine or merely an act. The thought of having a friend with such a lively demeanor provided a sense of comfort in the midst of her confusion.

"Are you gay?" Lu Hua asked straightforwardly, her curiosity piqued. Beihe and Fuquan shared a glance, the latter raising an eyebrow in mild perplexity. "Ah? My name is not gay, my lady," he replied, his confusion evident.

Lu Hua couldn't help but roll her eyes, a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she shook her head. "Nevermind," she said, the tension of the moment fading as they shared a light-hearted moment.

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In the midst of the chaos at the brothel, imperial guards burst in, disrupting the debauched revelry. The drunken Second Prince was roughly awakened, his companion pushed aside as he was forcefully taken back to the Imperial Palace. There, he lay in bed, dazed and confused, facing the wrathful gaze of the emperor.

"Why are you behaving in this manner?" the emperor demanded, his voice a thunderous growl that echoed through the chamber.

"What do you mean?" Xuan Dexiu replied, his tone insolent, a smirk twisting his lips.

The emperor's fists clenched in anger, his patience wearing thin. "You! You are starting to resemble your mother!" he bellowed, his voice filled with frustration.

"My mother loves money; I enjoy the company of courtesans," Xuan Dexiu retorted, his words brimming with defiance and disdain.

The Empress, standing by her husband's side, placed a calming hand on his arm, her voice gentle yet firm. "Prince, this marriage has brought prosperity to our family. You are 18 years old; you should grasp this," she reprimanded, her tone tinged with disappointment.

Dexiu stayed silent, his eyes defiantly fixed on the intricately decorated ceiling. His father's words seemed to have no impact on him, as if they were mere background noise. The emperor's anger reached its peak, his voice escalating into a shout. "You are a prince, for Heaven's sake! Behave like one!" he exclaimed, the reverberating sound of his words showcasing his fury. "You should be dedicating yourself to study and learning the duties of a prince, not wasting your time with courtesans!"

The Empress stepped in once more, her voice a soothing salve to her husband's anger. "Your majesty, please, calm yourself." Her words appeared to have an effect, as the emperor took a deep breath, although his expression remained stern and uncompromising.

The emperor issued a warning, with a tone that indicated finality and a father's sorrow, "If you don't mend your ways, I will strip you of your title and bestow it upon your twin brother!"

"Let him have it. What difference does it make to me?" Dexiu replied casually, demonstrating his complete lack of concern as he sprawled lazily on his bed.

Witnessing this exchange, the servants exchanged uneasy glances amongst themselves, the tension in the air thickening, which bore silent testimony to the unfolding family drama.

"What sort of man have you become? You are a prince, the son of an emperor. I am ashamed to call you my own. I regret to have fathered a son like you!" the emperor exclaimed, his voice breaking with a mix of emotions, the weight of his words a palpable burden in the room.

"Be quiet, old man!" Dexiu retorted sharply, his words cutting like a knife through the air, aiming straight at his father's heart, causing the room to sink into a stunned silence.

Elsewhere, two young maids conversed in hushed tones, their voices tinged with intrigue and scandal.

"The Second Prince actually told the emperor to be quiet yesterday. He must be so brave. If it had been his grandfather, he would likely have been executed," the first maid whispered in a mix of admiration and disbelief.

The second maid gasped, her hand covering her mouth as her eyes widened in shock. "He's incredibly brave. If I were in his shoes, I would have simply kept silent," she responded, her tone a blend of incredulity and a hint of fear.

"The Second Prince was raised his mother, the late Second Empress. I heard she was once a worker in a brothel and somehow caught the emperor's attention. She quickly rose through the ranks upon entering the palace," the first maid divulged, her tone filled with scandalous excitement, reveling in the allure of gossip.

"Well, if the emperor was smitten with a woman from a brothel, then what sets him apart from the second prince?" the second maid pondered, her voice tinged with doubt, a challenge to the purity of royal lineage.

"Nothing, really. They're all part of the royal family; what more can we expect?" the first maid responded matter-of-factly, her words a stark reflection of the ruthless world of royalty they were entwined in.

"Anyway, I heard a rumor that the Second Prince's wife is unattractive. That's why he didn't bother visiting her in the bridal chamber," the second maid whispered to her companion, the allure of gossip threading through her words like a poison.

Unbeknownst to the maids, Li Beihe was concealed behind a pillar, her cheeks flushed with anger upon overhearing their conversation. With a steely gaze directed at the unaware maids, she swiftly retreated to her lady's chambers, determined to relay the hurtful words she had just heard. The sting of their gossip fueled her resolve, propelling her into action.