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

Feng Yili barged into the next room directly. However, when the door opened, only Qin Wencheng, Yu Xiaoxiao, and their servants were in the room. His eyes were filled with urgency and panic as he searched the room, but he did not find the person he was looking for.

'I clearly heard the name Yu Yunxi earlier…'

"Who are you? How dare you barge in? Do you know whose room this is?" Qin Wencheng's attendant berated, but he quickly fell silent when he saw Feng Yili's cold gaze.

'Who is he? Why is his aura even more terrifying than that of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?'

"Was there another person here earlier?" Feng Yili asked sternly.

Qin Wencheng narrowed his eyes and carefully sized up Feng Yili. "Who are you?"

Qin Wencheng was more astute than his attendant. He could tell that the man in front of him was not an ordinary person.

Feng Yili ignored Qin Wencheng as his expression grew gloomier.

It’s Not Her