He traveled to a debauched world where women were respected. What was waiting for him? The silence spell was lifted, and she spoke condescendingly in the dungeon: "Start taking it off."
After rebirth, I drove King Leng crazy. Yun Wanning used her last breath to open her eyes and found that she had returned to the wedding night where she was persecuted. In her previous life, she was madly in love with Mo Ye, but she ended up with her family ruined and her life full of hatred. In this life, she sneered and tore apart the infatuated persona, and only wanted revenge and separation. But when she threw He Li away calmly, the always indifferent King Ming forced her into a corner with scarlet eyes: "Want to leave? Unless I die -" --- Her consciousness seemed to be sinking in a bottomless cold pool, struggling to catch something, but only endless coldness and suffocation. The last breath of turbid air was stuck in his chest, and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out. His limbs were all in severe pain as if they were being crushed, but he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. Dark. Then came the biting chill, which spread from the hard and cold bed beneath him and seeped into the seams of his bones. Yun Wanning opened her eyes suddenly. His vision was blurry at first, then slowly focused. Above the head is the familiar and complicated curtain that symbolizes the prince's regulations. The bright red color of joy has not faded, but there is an air of death for no reason. There was a strange, disgusting smell in the air, the smell of blood mixed with some kind of cold ambergris that belonged to that man. There was pain everywhere on her body, especially in places that were difficult to describe. It was burning, reminding her of the one-sided, merciless abuse she had just experienced. Memories are like a tide, carrying the hatred and regret of the past life, pouring crazily into my mind. This is the Beijun Dynasty, Prince Ming's Mansion. The man who just trampled her like a rag doll and walked away after venting his anger was her husband, the seventh son of the current Holy Emperor, King Ming Mo Ye. And she is Yun Wanning, the daughter of Duke Ying's family. In order to marry him, she tried all her tricks, even plotting against his sister Mo Feifei, almost ruining Mo Feifei's innocence. Finally, she got her wish, and married into the man-eating Prince Ming's palace despite her shame and resentment. The result? The wedding night is the beginning of purgatory. For the next few years, she was trapped in this gorgeous cage, suffering cold looks and humiliation, watching him take in concubines and concubines one by one. In the end, the entire Duke Ying's palace was implicated, her father and brother were demoted, the family was in ruins, and her mother died in tears... And she, on a cold winter night, coughed up the last drop of blood and died alone on a broken couch in a side courtyard without even a thin coffin. Hatred! The overwhelming hatred was like poison ivy, instantly wrapping around her heart and making her almost breathless. The bone-gnawing coldness and despair were worse than the bed beneath him. She was so blind and deceived in her previous life that she gave her infatuation to such a scumbag by mistake! The eyes were so sore, but they didn't want to cry, but were burning with a fire, a fire that wanted to burn out all hatred. She bit her lower lip hard and tasted the sweet taste of rust on her tongue. The slight pain made her chaotic thoughts clearer. I can still feel the pain... It's not a dream. She's really back. Back to the night when all tragedy began. God, you finally opened your eyes for once! There were faint footsteps outside the door, as well as muffled conversations with a hint of schadenfreude. "Tsk, it's so miserable... Your Majesty is too disrespectful to her." "Pity her? Is this the one here? If she hadn't used the trick, would the prince have touched her? She asked for it!" "Keep your voice down! It's the Miss from the Duke's Mansion after all..." "Bah! She's just the Miss from the Duke's Mansion. The Prince hates her. From now on, she will be worse than a decent servant in this mansion!" The voice gradually faded away. Yun Wanning lay there, motionless, only the dead heart in her chest was beating violently, hitting her ribs, and making a dull echo. She raised her arms with great difficulty and excruciating slowness. The fair skin was covered with bruised and purple finger marks and ambiguous red marks, which looked particularly dazzling in the dim candlelight. She looked at her hands. These hands had played the piano and grinded ink for him in her previous life. They had also become rough and covered with frostbite because of him. How ridiculous. In this life, she, Yun Wanning, will never make the same mistakes again! What love, what husband, go to hell! She wants revenge, wants to get everything back for herself in her previous life and for her family who died tragically! Then, leave here, far away from this nightmare named Mo Ye! Peace and separation. Must be reconciled. But now is not the time. She had just been married and had no foundation. Duke Ying's palace had not yet been implicated. Mo Ye hated her to the core. To propose reconciliation at this moment is tantamount to hitting an egg against a stone. She needs to be patient and accumulate strength. Yun Wanning took a deep breath. The cold air stung her lungs, but it also made her more awake. She struggled, using up all the remaining strength in her body to hold herself up. "Creak-" The door was pushed open again without warning. A slender and stern figure stood at the door, against the dim light in the corridor, his face blurred, only his eyes, as sharp as an eagle, biting cold, penetrated the darkness, and pierced her body. It was Mo Ye who came back again. He didn't seem to expect that she would be awake, let alone that she would try to get up. A trace of slight surprise flashed in his eyes, which was then covered with deeper disgust. He walked closer step by step, his boots making a dull sound on the floor. Every time he stepped on Yun Wanning's heart, it felt like he was stepping on it. As he approached, the overwhelming pressure and strong masculine scent mixed with blood and cold fragrance enveloped her tightly. Yun Wanning's heart suddenly tightened, and the fear and despair she felt before her death in her previous life almost burst out of the ground. She pinched her palms tightly, forcing herself to calm down with the sharp pain of her nails digging into her flesh. Don't be afraid. Yun Wanning, you can't be afraid! She raised her head and met his cold eyes. In her previous life, she had seen disgust, impatience, and ridicule in these eyes countless times, but never a trace of warmth. At this moment, there is still ice that has never melted for thousands of years. Mo Ye stood still in front of her bed, looking down at her condescendingly, as if looking at a piece of dirty, disgusting garbage. His thin lips were slightly parted, and his voice was without any warmth, even with a hint of cruel playfulness: "Not dead yet?" Yun Wanning froze, and his blood seemed to solidify at this moment. She looked at him, at the man she had been obsessed with in her previous life and who had ruined her life. Then, she twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing an extremely slight, yet extremely cold arc. In that smile, there was no trace of the previous obsession and humility, only the tempered hatred and decisive ridicule remained. She heard her own voice, which was extremely hoarse, but her words were clear, like broken ice hitting each other: "I let the prince down." "I, my concubine, have a hard life."
Interesting! Time travel! [Adoration][Admiration] It has been three years since she came to this unprecedented Yu Dynasty in history. When she first came here, she was still a little resentful. After three years, she has gradually adapted to everything now.
How are you these days? Haha, I think it's super funny, the first book is about having a baby like crazy, and the second book is about giving birth to a baby like crazy. Look at the name, read the third book like crazy