Don't ask how she knew.
The answer was that she had just used a Third-stage spirit skill to rummage through Zhang Zhennong's brain, capturing a few fragments of his thoughts.
It wasn't much, but it was enough for her to grasp the entire situation.
Ever since her rebirth, she believed she had always walked her own path, minding her own business and never provoking any faction or group.
She had persistently trained her body, diligently practiced her Cultivation, and consistently gathered supplies bit by bit each day, finding a tiny, sliver of joy in the process.
She had always tried so hard to live, to fight against this apocalypse, to struggle with all her might!
But there were always people like that—born as princesses, looking down upon the common folk from their lofty perches.
They always thought they could use their status to oppress and enslave others, always finding some inexplicable reason or acting out of jealousy, wanting to meddle in and ruin other people's lives.
