Joan of Arc was a woman of action.
Ever since she was little, she had been exceptionally handy. If she could settle something with her hands, she would never waste words.
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At the orphanage, she had been the little tyrant. Every boy there had been beaten to tears by her, and the girls had been whipped into perfect obedience.
Now that suspicion had taken root in her heart, no matter how real these people seemed, she would not believe this was reality.
"Bastard, get out here!" She swept her gaze around, her narrow eyes narrowing slightly before she suddenly shouted.
She suspected Aiou was behind all of this. She had not transmigrated at all. Given Aiou's abilities, he could absolutely pull this off without leaving behind the slightest flaw.
"Your Highness, who are you calling for?" the eunuch asked, his face full of confusion.
Many people began whispering amongst themselves. Some suspected Joan of Arc had developed delusions, while others thought she had been possessed by a ghost.
"Bastard, I know you're watching! Get out here now, or I'll make you regret it!" Joan of Arc roared as though she had gone mad, but nothing around her changed.
"Your Highness, please don't frighten this old servant. Let us hurry and see His Majesty..."
"Get lost!"
Joan of Arc shot the eunuch a glare, then took Li Xiao's mother hostage and ducked into an alley.
She refused to believe this place could truly be so vast. As long as she escaped from here, there would definitely be plenty of flaws.
After passing through the alley, she drove back many of those chasing after her. The street on the other side was packed with onlookers. She shouted off many who followed her, then