The Reborn Poisonous Consort Ends Up Being Wooed

In her previous life, the patient she had worked so hard to save woke up and personally slaughtered her entire family.

When she opened her eyes again, she had become a newborn baby, doted on by her parents and protected by her clan.

But then the spirit lamp abruptly went out, and people from various kingdoms began entering the valley one after another. They used threats and promises to get their way, and the peace of the past vanished. The same crisis that had arisen centuries ago was about to repeat itself.

With the world forcing her hand, if she couldn’t avoid the turmoil, she would step into it herself and carve out a path through blood for her people.

Perhaps these hands, once devoted to healing, would have a distinctive beauty stained with the blood-red glow of the setting sun.

From then on, a girl in white emerged on the continent, drawing the interests of every faction into her orbit.

He had stayed far from the capital, guarding the border for ten years and spending twenty years alone. Shifts in the political landscape could not stir even the faintest ripple in him. Everyone in the world was a stranger to him. Then a spirit serpent bound her fate to his, breaking a gap in his lonely world and setting his dead heart beating. From then on, there was someone else in his world!

He watched the tides of fate with a smile, using the world as his chessboard and every person as a piece, just to add a little color to his dull life. But then he met her. An unexpected heartbeat filled his empty chest, and the player became a piece. He moved himself into a losing position, risking everything just to leave a mark on her heart. Who would win or lose was still unknown!

She had thought she could stay out of it, never imagining that an old friend would turn against her. She thought she had made the right choice, but fate played cruel tricks, and it became the sorrow of her life.

A figure in white throws the court into turmoil. With a sly smile, she enters his heart.

On Heartbreak Cliff, hearts break. In a sweep of red robes, for whom does she apply her makeup?

A beauty’s fury transforms the winds and clouds. Amid the chaos of war, who will rule the world?

Scene One

The woman smiled faintly and beckoned. “Want some noodles?”

The man’s deep eyes lit up. He murmured, “I do.”

With a lazy smile, she shut the door in his face. “Wait here.”

At midnight, the woman flung the door open in a fury. “Why are you still standing out here!”

The man stood motionless, blending into the darkness, his lonely, aloof silhouette stretching long. In a low voice, he said, “You told me to wait.”

Scene Two

The man pressed his lips together and said innocently, “You agreed to be my princess consort.”

The woman asked, “When did I agree to that?”

He replied gravely, “I kissed you last night.”

She raised an eyebrow lazily. “And?”

He said firmly, “You’re my princess consort.”

The woman: “...” So why on earth had she asked?

Scene Three

One man smiled inscrutably. “It’s so nice having Nuo Nuo along for a stroll.”

Another man shot him a cold glance and said icily, “You’re a guest from afar. My A Nuo naturally has to show you proper hospitality on my behalf.”

Meanwhile, another man followed behind the woman, silently watching the two men ahead. He reflected that, indeed, it was best to cherish the present.

In this life, they met. She wanted to protect her people, so he would protect them alongside her.

In this life, as he laid the world at her feet, was it he who made her a promise, or she who made one to him?

A one-on-one romance featuring two equally matched leads.