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

Ah Jiu did not speak, and thus no one in the study dared to utter a word. The silence was deafening. Outside the door, Hoo Die, who was squatting there, couldn't help but stand up, pricking up her ears to any sound inside.


"So, where is the letter now? With the Tenth Prince or the Fan Family?" Ah Jiu broke the silence.


Tang Shi exhaled a deep breath and respectfully replied, "According to news from Qian Jiao, it's not with the Fan Family but in the hands of the Tenth Prince."


Should one say the Tenth Prince is clever or foolish?


"Master, why do you smile?" Xiao Li, who was impulsive, couldn't hold back his curiosity, unlike the reserved Yuan Ye, and blurted out his question.


"The Tenth Prince, Zhao Mingjun, is indeed his father's own flesh and blood, inheriting his father's imperial temperament," chuckled Ah Jiu.


Chapter 366: Keep the Trump Card in Your Own Hands