Ten Lamps

In the residence of the Duke of Zhenguo, the legitimate young miss, known for her icy demeanor, had transformed overnight.
She, who usually regarded no one, woke up to confront anyone she saw with a few harsh words, using her frail body to intimidate so much that no one dared to touch her.
Afterwards, this legitimate young miss began taking on retainers, nurturing powerful officials, engaging in commerce, and recruiting troops… Every act so shocking and audacious, it defied the norms and provoked fear in all who spoke of her!
Yan Wanqing was seen as an enchantress and a disaster by the people, a thorn in the flesh and a nail in the eye that the ministers wanted desperately removed, an entity everyone shunned as if she were a venomous snake.
Only the Crown Prince Mingyue, descending from the divine altar, in the dark, godless alleys, grasped her neck and repeatedly asked her, "Will you marry me or not?"

She Holds the World After Being Reborn

Westward bound, they approached the Temple of Light, nearest to the sun.


As the setting sun slanted in the sky, upon high cliffs that soared into the clouds, there stood a palace, exquisitely crafted as if by supernatural artisans.


The woman lying in the ice coffin had a lifelike visage, tranquil as if she was a painting.


Inside the great hall, it was dead silent when suddenly, her eyes snapped open, dazed at first before clarity returned, and she blinked.


A deep-seated hatred burst forth from her mind, swiftly spreading through every vein.


"Yan Wanqing, you never expected this, did you? I have returned... This time, it's a fight to the death!"


Meanwhile, Yan Wanqing leaped down from a windowsill, stealing the show before leaving with her entourage.


She had completely forgotten about Huai Yu, who was still sitting in the teahouse.


Chapter 320: All of This, You Owe to Your Elder Brother