Part 2:Chapter 1: A Twist of Fate

The silver wolf lowered its gaze and howled, its movements still wild and forceful. There was no gentleness, no tenderness—just humiliation. It was not just seeking revenge, but punishing her for her deceit, for her escape…

In a world like this, what was the point of living? Maybe the gossipers would even write on her gravestone: "This woman was taken by a wolf." A bizarre epitaph that would either be met with pity or excitement. But she wouldn't care anymore. She didn't even know anymore. She just wanted it to end—wanted the endless pain to stop.

The pain, that would never cease, overwhelmed her until the final scream. It dragged her consciousness into oblivion…

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Earning money and enjoying life were the guiding principles of Wan Ou's VIP lifestyle. As a modern woman of the "three slave" philosophy—house slave, card slave, car slave—she refused to become a slave to any man.

She embraced the art of being extravagant, and had recently gotten herself into so much debt that the collection agency was hot on her trail. While running away from them, she tripped and fell into a time-space tunnel, ending up in the lair of the silver wolf, becoming its… nth woman.

When she awoke again, she found herself in the General's mansion, curled up like a cat, slowly shrinking into herself.

The General's mansion was decorated with bright lights and festive colors, filled with people celebrating.

Qian Zi He, walking through the lively halls, crossed the garden and the pavilions. When he finally saw the peaceful scene in the back garden, he let out a long sigh of relief.

As the General of the Xiu Xuan Kingdom and the eldest son of the Qian family, he bore immense responsibility. Just as he sensed something, he turned his gaze toward the artificial hill behind the hot spring. His eyes lit up. Could it be…?

The closer he got, the more he could feel her presence.

In the moonlight, her white robe shimmered brightly. She—was comfortably sleeping in a chair. As a member of the "Keng" faction, why wasn't she in her own quarters resting, but instead enjoying a moonlit bath in his garden? He could even smell the wine and food drifting from the front hall. Was the moonlight here different from elsewhere?

Before he could get any closer, the person on the chair stirred awake. With a lazy blink, she gazed up at him with eyes that were clear and black and white. She looked lost and pitiful, but her delicate features remained the same. Why did her expression make her seem like a stray cat with no home?

When she saw who it was, she smiled lazily. "Old Qian, you escaped too?" To her, this victory banquet was an insult, but she hadn't expected Qian Zi He to also be a glorious deserter.

Qian Zi He paused, slightly taken aback, then accepted her unconventional greeting. His gaze turned sharp. "Why aren't you at the Keng faction? Or in the palace with the Emperor?"

"Even pawns have their troubles, you know that," she said, hiding her face in her arms, looking like she was about to cry without tears. The Seventh Princess had taken over the front lines, and she had inexplicably ended up in the body of "Keng," only to be—well, she'd rather not think about it.

Looking up at the endless, brilliant stars, the tall figure beside her slightly turned. "Tomorrow is the Emperor's birthday. Even though you are 'Keng,' you must go to the palace."

No matter how high his position or how important his mission, the first thing he did after returning from battle was to see the Emperor. Unlike her, who was lying on his lawn basking in the sunlight and moonlight.

"The grass is greener on other people's lawns, and their husbands are better too!" Wan Ou smiled helplessly. Wasn't she just laying the groundwork for her new social life?