On the Road to Exile, My Archenemy Forces Me to Raise His Child

[Transmigration + exile + raising children + enemies-to-lovers + a spatial golden finger] Transmigrated into the body of an exile, Qin Ling is pinned down in the snow and whipped from the start. She whips out a shard of broken porcelain and presses it to the constable’s throat. The whole crowd falls silent. Even Jiang Zhan, her sworn enemy, who has been watching the scene from horseback. Everyone in the capital says that Miss Qin is spoiled and overbearing, while Young General Jiang is a fickle playboy. Whenever they meet, they fight as if they won’t stop until one of them is dead. But then an imperial edict brings down the Qin family, and the person ordered to escort her into exile is none other than him. “Keep him alive, and I’ll spare you.” The man presses a feverish child into her arms, his gaze cold as ice. Qin Ling grits her teeth and stakes her life on saving the child with her spirit spring. The price: every time she uses it, she loses a memory. Family is everything to her. All she wants is to protect her elder brother and look after the children by her side. She remains distant and resistant toward this enemy who keeps closing in on her. But whenever he sees her put her brother first, suppressed jealousy churns in his eyes. Rumors spread through Blackwind Valley: “That criminal’s family has hooked up with the general.” She watches coldly, using the situation to establish her authority. But in front of everyone, he steps between her and the crowd. “She’s mine. You don’t get to wag your tongues about her.” When wolves attack at night, he shields her. When Clearwater Town is besieged, he takes her hand and says, “Don’t be afraid.” When the price of the spirit spring is exposed, he grips her trembling hand. “A-Ling, don’t use it. This time, let me bear the burden!” Qin Ling is completely bewildered. Weren’t they supposed to be enemies? Weren’t they supposed to be using each other? So why is this man determined to go mad over her? She thinks it’s nothing more than a transaction, never realizing his devotion has been planned for a long time.