Song Yiqin

The regent of the Tianxia Kingdom, who had control over a huge army and ruled over a powerful kingdom, was never close to women. One day, he was poisoned again and nearly died.

While everyone worried that he had no successors, a kid who looked exactly like he was brought to the palace gate.

Only then did they recall that, five years ago, when the regent was poisoned for the first time, the Yu family's eldest daughter was kidnapped and brought to him for auspicious reasons.

Since they shared similar fates, she did everything she could to help rid him of the poison. However, on the day he awakened, the royal family plotted against her, and she disappeared mysteriously.

The regent's eyes became dim when he saw the kid. "Did your mother finally decide she couldn't forget about me and ask you to return in her stead?"

The kid clenched his jaws. "No! The young prince of Xichu will marry the eldest princess, who is my mother, in a few days. My mother asked me to come and check if you're still alive. She doesn't want you to die on the day she gets married. It's bad luck."

After he finished his sentence, the regent picked him up and walked out with big strides.

"Don't worry. I won't die on your mother's wedding day. After all... I've got a wedding to crash."

Five Years Later, She Bombarded the Palace with a Miniature Version of the Regent

In just the time it took for half an incense stick to burn, Feng Weiping, Chen Kui, and the others lay on the ground, panting. Their faces and bodies were covered in bloody scratches. All of them looked miserable.

Little White could have easily killed all of them, but it only toyed with them.

Just as Feng Weiping was about to collapse, a few figures appeared at the entrance.

"Oh, Fourth Princess, why aren't you resting at the relay station at this time? You actually had the leisure to visit the dungeon and play with our tiger," Qian Jiao said mockingly.

"You did this on purpose! Crown Prince Nan isn't here at all!" Feng Weiping said furiously as realization dawned on her.

Night Interrogation