Anyang Hou Mansion, by the pond. My stepmother asked someone to hold my head down and force me to admit that I was having an affair with the guard. "If you don't admit it, you will sink into the pond." I gritted my teeth, but a cold voice exploded in my ears: "A strong humiliating emotion was detected - the Qingqi collection system was activated. Collecting resentment, hatred, love, and admiration from others can be exchanged for appearance, luck, and power." Before I finished speaking, a piece of paper offered me a marriage: Promise me to Su Wang Ji Xuan, the madman who sacrificed three concubines alive. My stepmother laughed wildly, and I laughed too. Because the system prompts: King Su's "murderous intent" value against me is off the charts, and my "charm" will be fully maxed out after the exchange. On our wedding night, he pinched my neck and asked, "Aren't you afraid?" I stood on tiptoe and kissed his Adam's apple: "I'm afraid you don't know what true madness means." Later, I used time to look back and rewrite the fate of the situation: the first time, I made the concubine who falsely accused me shed blood on a tortoise shell; the second time, I made the prince declare in public that "I will not marry anyone other than Shen Hengzhi"; The third time, Wu Xian, the youngest in Daliang, knelt down and called me "the daughter of the gods." But every time I look back, I will lose one year of my life. Someone in the nightmare whispers: "Those who steal the power of the gods will eventually be sacrificed to the gods." Until that night, King Su pressed me against the stone pillar of the Ancestral Temple, with bloodshot eyes: "Who are you? Why do you let me... Be willing to defy heaven for you every time you come back from the dead?"
