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

Unlike those who have others attentively serving them a sip of soup, Wufu had to hustle and labor hard to earn the Reward of five hundred taels of Silver from the Flower-Picking Thief case, ending up parched and exhausted.


At the moment, she had once again arrived at the small tea stall in the impoverished area of West City.


"Ma'am, a pot of tea, and two meat buns, please." Wufu sat down and called out to the tea stall's madam.


The madam quickly served a pot of tea, saying, "The buns are a bit cold, need to steam them a little."


Wufu picked up the teapot, poured tea into the porcelain bowl, and gulped down two big mouthfuls, exhaling a long breath.


It was after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the scorching heat of high summer had passed, but the weather was still stifling hot—the autumn tiger lingered on.


Chapter 250: Beating with Willows to Dispel Bad Luck