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

'Why is this King of Youshan acting like a hooligan?'

Yu Yunxi truly doubted everyone's judgment of the King of Youshan at this moment. She gritted her teeth before she finally pushed his shoulders hard, pushing him to his feet.

Yu Yunxi's dress was already stained with his blood at this time. Fortunately, she was still wearing the red dancing dress so it was not too obvious. She should have been angry, but for some reason, when she saw how miserable he was, her heart inexplicably softened.

'Forget it. The enemy of my enemy is my friend…' Yu Yunxi comforted herself inwardly before she leaned over and said to Feng Yili flatly, "Don't move around."

Yu Yunxi quickly pressed a few of Feng Yili's acupoints to stop his bleeding as much as she could. She looked at the bloody wound and frowned deeply.

'We were in the palace. Who had the ability to injure the King of Youshan? Wait, the wound looks… self-inflicted…'

Assassins?