The Enchantress Says She’ll Be Reborn as Empress

In this life, Feng Leyu died pierced by a thousand arrows. The flowers on the Far Shore were blooming at the Bridge of Helplessness. She casually picked one. The little ghost guarding the road was about to scold her, but when he went up and saw it was Feng Leyu, he fell silent and obediently hid away. “Your Majesty, this is bad! That woman is back again!” “What?! Her again!” Before the words had even left his mouth, a loud thud rang out as the petite Meng Po was flung down in front of the King of Hell. “Meng Po? You!” Meng Po gazed at the King of Hell with tear-filled eyes, looking utterly pitiful. The King of Hell thought to himself: Don’t look at me, it’s no use! You can’t even keep this Bridge of Helplessness under control. What am I supposed to do? Feng Leyu, dressed in a vivid red wedding gown, stood before the King of Hell with the Qingfeng Sword in her hand. “Your Majesty, I’ll say it again. I won’t drink Meng Po’s soup in this life either.” Every word rang out with force, frightening the King of Hell so badly he nearly fell over. “Good grief, it’s been two hundred years! What do you want from me? You’ve tormented me so much I’m about ready to retire!” Feng Leyu gave a cold laugh. “Two hundred years? Even after a thousand, I still won’t forget that devil!” The King of Hell clutched Meng Po and began sobbing. “I want to resign!” Feng Leyu had sworn that she would avenge the extermination of her clan, generation after generation. Even the King of Hell couldn’t stop her!