Reborn on Her Wedding Night: The Sweetheart Makes the Tyrant Blush

In her previous life, Jiang Yuci believed her tyrannical Ninth Uncle hated her to the core. Desperate to escape his control, she trusted a scumbag and fled the palace at the cost of her life. In the end, her fiancé and a scheming white lotus tormented her to death, leaving her body abandoned in the wilderness. As she lay dying, she saw the iron-blooded emperor, a man of supreme power and ruthless resolve, go mad and slaughter an entire city for her. He held her mutilated body in his arms, his eyes bloodshot, and rasped through the flames, “Cier, the road to the underworld is cold. Your Ninth Uncle will keep you company...” Reborn into a new life, she returned to the night she was drugged by the scumbag and about to be handed over to an old eunuch to be tormented. This time, Jiang Yuci cast aside her fear. Dragging her feverish, trembling body, she threw herself into the arms of her Ninth Uncle, who was undercover investigating a case, her eyes red-rimmed. “Ninth Uncle, save me...” Yin Zhiyu had meant to push her away, but the moment his hand touched her lips, his reason crumbled and he lost all control. Everyone in the capital knew that the tyrant had brought home a delicate mistress of humble birth. They all thought it was just a passing fancy that would last a few days. The cold, ruthless emperor drew her into his arms and pointed his sword at the assembled officials, his gaze dark and frenzied. “Anyone who makes my empress shed a single tear will pay with the entire realm!” Later, the scumbag knelt on a floor strewn with broken glass, kowtowing and calling her Imperial Aunt, while the white lotus went mad with jealousy in the Cold Palace. And deep in the night at Weiyang Palace, the tyrant rumored to have no interest in women pinned her firmly against the dragon bed. His thumb caressed her red lips as he murmured in a husky, lovestruck voice, “Cier, you were the one who tempted me first. You’ll never escape me in this life...”