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

After feasting at Xianyun Tower, Wufu and Liu Jin were both stuffed and walked out the door, patting their bellies.


Wufu, without a care for her image, rubbed her belly and said, "No rush, let's find an inn to stay in first, then we can slowly take a stroll later."


They randomly picked an inn which had different classes of accommodations: upper, middle, and lower. The lower class room, a large dormitory-style one, would cost sixty or seventy Wen per person for one night, while a middle class room was over five hundred Wen. Wufu opted for a middle-class room, which was private and even included hot water for bathing.


"Miss, I can just stay in the lower class," Liu Jin suggested, seeing that she had booked only one room.


"Stay in lower class? We're only here for one night, sharing a room between the two of us is fine," Wufu said.


Chapter 212 Lady Li the Blacksmith