11 You Animal!

"Alright, Gu Lu has set up all the information. Your Highness may begin uploading the contents of the novel, I will help Your Highness monitor the traffic on the website."

Uploading the content of the novel was the easy part. Jun Ci could directly come up with the content in her head, and Gu Lu would proceed with the formatting.

Jun Ci held her bowl up and ate while writing the plot.

She was writing a novel about the empire of the future, using the empire as a reference.

In order to reduce the use of terminology used only during the imperial period, she had to simplify it.

The plot of the novel was roughly about a general's illegitimate son being attacked in space.

For most of the chapter, Jun Ci used her own imagination while adding some adaptations of what had happened to her former friend, Su Shuang. She also made an adaptation of her own story.

An interstellar novel like this was extremely exciting and very professional - it was piping hot as it came out of the oven.

Jun Ci took half an hour to eat, and in that time, she had already written 10,000 words.

As for the title of the novel, Jun Ci had thought of a name more suited for this era: The Glorious History of the Interstellar Empire.

It sounds very deceptive, doesn't it?

As Jun Ci was going to make a sequel, how could just one novel give the full story about the magnificent interstellar empire?

Furthermore, when the first movie is a hit, there will be a second one, right?

Jun Ci was very confident in herself.

For the synopsis, Jun Ci also casually picked a sentence from the content. Although this would lose the favor of readers who decide on the book based on the title and synopsis, as long as there were readers, Jun Ci wasn't worried about the novel's popularity.

After Jun Ci placed the bowl and chopsticks down, she jumped into bed, her body unrestrained and agile. "Gu Lu, directly upload these 10,000 words first, I'll continue writing later."

"Alright, Your Highness."

Jun Ci pushed open the door and walked out.

She held an empty bowl in her hand.

Zhang Changming was drinking, and the family was having a meal together.

Seeing Jun Ci walking out, he glanced sideways at Jun Ci.

"Brat…"

Zhang Changming cursed.

This was almost a nickname for Jun Ci already.

Jun Ci pretended like she didn't hear it.

After placing the bowl and chopsticks into the kitchen, Jun Ci saw Zhang Nian with knitted brows the moment she stepped out. "You're not washing the dishes? Are your hands broken, huh!"

She sounded very nasty.

Zhang Nian was average-looking. After all, Zhang Changming and Fu Cuihua were average people, so how good looking could their daughter be?

She wasn't beautiful at all and also had a mean face which people disliked.

Jun Ci simply looked coldly at Zhang Nian.

Zhang Nian immediately had a sense of fear surfacing in her heart.

After all these years, she had forcibly gotten used to Jun Ci's face.

But right now, Jun Ci's eyes looked as if they contained a sharp blade, and a strong sense of oppression could be felt when she looked at Zhang Nian.

There was an inexplicable sense of threat, and coupled with that horrifying face, Zhang Nian instantly felt fearful.

Cold sweat flowed down her forehead.

This garbage, useless thing, since when did her gaze become so terrifying?

Zhang Nian wanted to scream and scold her, but she realized that her throat felt like it was being strangled. She simply couldn't make a sound and didn't dare to look at Jun Ci's eyes!

"Smash!"

Suddenly, Zhang Changming tossed a bowl over.

"You brat, what kind of look is that, huh? What? You still wish to hit your sister? You animal!

He fiercely berated her and stood up as he walked toward Jun Ci in a threatening manner.