Yan Xiaomo

Before Wufu was reborn, she had no idea there was such a thing as rebirth. Only after her rebirth did she realize Heaven must have thought her previous life was too smooth, so it sent her to suffer in this ancient land where morality, decency, and the Female Precepts were held in high esteem, pitiful indeed! From being a master jade carver to having her soul transmigrate into a farm girl with a wretched background, she was bullied and humiliated. Even the bun-selling mother advised her that forbearance is gold? Bullshit! She could endure, but her other identity absolutely could not—robbers, swept away; insults to her mother, you're crippled... Wufu has a saying, for every insult and humiliation, I will repay a hundredfold. But what's with this one? He doesn't bully her; he only wants to sleep with her? And he even dares... to mount her? Well, a lord can endure, but Wufu cannot. Mount him back, life or death, a hundred years, neither owes the other anything!

Doted By The Regent King

Seeing Zhou Xiuer driven away in anger, Madam Zhou took the opportunity after dinner to have a heart-to-heart with Wufu.


"Wufu, a girl who has no playmates or bosom friends before marriage, where can she turn when she harbors any worries after marriage? There's no one to confide in or to help lighten her burdens. It is beneficial to make more friends of the same age; there's no harm in that," Madam Zhou said gently.


Wufu was busy sharpening her carving knife, examining its sharp edge against the sunlight, clearly satisfied, and said, "Mother, I'm very busy, I don't need playmates."


Playmates, what nonsense is that, asking her to mingle with girls like Zhou Xiuer? To do what, embroider? Play house? Or perhaps chat about clothes and jewelry?


She'd rather run more laps up the mountain to train her physical skills.


Chapter 200 I Hold Grudges