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

People who lived on the mountain and depended on the mountain for their livelihood were mostly simple and good-natured. Therefore, Wufu had never intended to take a life. If the other party understood the situation and left, she wouldn't commit any more killing.


However, in the mountains, there were also those who hadn't been civilized and had lost their conscience. They were willing to murder and rob for material gain—wild, uncivilized, knowing only that what caught their eye belonged to them.


The hunter before her was the latter—barbaric, ruthless, greedy, and unrepentant.


Sparing him did not fill him with gratitude; instead, it ignited a trace of mercilessness at the bottom of his heart. Conscience? What was that? Such a thing did not exist for hunters in the mountains.


All he wanted was the tiger and the silver. As for people, if they didn't obey, then kill them. With silver, he could buy another wife to bring back to the mountain and father children.


Chapter 303: The First Murder