Pian Fangfang

Meng Qianqian, at the age of 15, married into the Lu Family to bring joy to the elderly matriarch.

On the wedding night, urgent news arrived from the border that her husband had been commanded to go to war. Six months later, he tragically died at the hands of Beiliang soldiers.

Five years later, the husband who had been presumed dead returned, and by his side was an ethereal mute woman named Wan'er.

Lu Lingxiao said that Wan'er was the descendant of a loyal and righteous family, entirely different from her—a merchant girl reeking of copper coins. He claimed Wan'er was a true paragon of noble character.

Lu Lingxiao also said that Wan'er was an eagle soaring in the heavens, while someone like her was nothing more than a fragile flower, unworthy of comparison.

It was not until the land was broken, the city walls fell, and she wielded a Red Tassel Spear to crush countless soldiers that Lu Lingxiao realized he had misjudged her.

She was not a delicate flower confined within the depths of the mansion; she was the fiercest west wind of Yumen Pass.

Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Meng Qianqian lowered her eyes, wrestling with bitterness and resentment for a long while: "Well, you can look."


Lu Yuan let out a cold snort: "Then just let go."


Realizing what she meant by "look" caught Lu Yuan off guard: "You—"


Meng Qianqian guiltily lowered her head.


Lu Yuan was furious: "You'd rather... rather show me any part of yourself, but won't let me see this hand of yours? Well, this commander insists on taking a look now!"


Without hesitation, Lu Yuan pulled her right hand away and brought her left wrist to him, swiftly unraveling the layers of bandages wrapped around it.


When he saw the horrifying condition of her palm, a breath suddenly caught in his throat.


He thought she was so adamant about not letting him see because it must have been devastatingly injured, maybe even crippled, but who could have expected... there wasn't even a wound!


A bundle of bloodied mess—it looked alarming, yet the color seemed off somehow.


Chapter 233: Consummating the Marriage with You