"Hmph, I thought Binghai Wan'er was a rare and wonderful woman, but I never expected her to be so vicious."
The Emperor of Ziye Kingdom, dressed in a majestic dragon robe, roared angrily. The Imperial Physician Zhang in the main hall trembled with fear. He had been threatened by Liu Qinyao and had no choice but to lie and deceive her. But now that the die was cast, he could only save his own life.
In the palace, the Empress, with a dignified yet loving expression, said, "Your Majesty, in my opinion, Wan'er is definitely not that kind of person. I believe there is another reason."
Upon hearing this, the Emperor flew into a rage and said, "What other reason could there be? In full view of everyone, with witnesses and evidence gathered, what other reason could there be?"
The Empress was taken aback and was about to say something when the Emperor interrupted her, "At the morning court tomorrow, summon that vile woman to the palace. I want to interrogate her personally. Alright, all of you may leave. I'm tired."
Physician Zhang trembled and hurriedly left the hall. The Empress glanced at the Emperor, sighed slightly, and then bowed and withdrew.
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Chapter Eleven: Pain (Part Three)
Chapter Eleven Pain (Part Three) The dark, cold room reeked of blood and decay. The occasional scurrying of rats could be heard. And then, from not far away came the resounding crack of whips, the sound of whips being driven with all their might.
Let's get a closer look. A woman is bound to a large rack. Her white clothes are tattered from the whipping, the crimson stains a startling red, revealing glimpses of her skin. A veil covers her stunning beauty, her hair disheveled and obscuring the blood-stained white. A pair of phoenix eyes coldly stare at the woman sitting opposite her, remaining silent throughout, letting the merciless whip fall upon her.
The woman opposite watched the woman being tortured with a smile, becoming increasingly excited with each lash. The woman was beautiful and had a radiant face; she was clearly delighted, though her smile was so grotesque that her face was contorted.
"Sister, don't be so naive, little sister. Besides, you, Binghai Wan'er, are already utterly useless, aren't you? Heh, soon that position will belong to me, Liu Qin Yao. Hahahaha!" Liu Qin Yao laughed exaggeratedly, her laughter ugly and repulsive. Wan'er weakly curled her pink lips into a smile. "Daydreaming." Her cold words enraged Liu Qin Yao. "You, give her hand-pinching torture. Let's see if she dares to be stubborn again. Cripple her hands."
As soon as she finished speaking, several jailers grabbed handcuffs and bound Wan'er's delicate hands. Liu Qinyao smiled uglyly, "I didn't expect your hands to be so beautiful. But I just can't stand them. What are you standing there for? Execute them." The two jailers were terrified and pulled with all their might.
Wan'er stared coldly at the woman before her, her brows furrowed tightly, beads of sweat dripping down her face. Beneath her veil, she bit her cherry lips hard, trying to stifle a sound. Her once alluring pink lips were now pale and colorless, with a trickle of crimson blood flowing from them. She cared about nothing else now but the unborn child in her womb. Wan'er closed her eyes in anguish. "Mother of my child, I'm so sorry."
Liu Qinyao watched Wan'er close her eyes in pain, and she watched with glee. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she said, "How is it? It's very painful, isn't it? But I have some good news to tell you."
Wan'er ignored her, her eyes still tightly closed. Only she knew how much pain she was in. Liu Qinyao was furious when Wan'er ignored her. She then laughed and said, "Do you know that my father, together with the general of Ziye Kingdom, wiped out your Binghai Kingdom the day before yesterday?"
As soon as Liu Qinyao finished speaking, Wan'er, who had been sitting opposite her with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them and stared coldly at Liu Qinyao, her eyes filled with murderous intent. "Liu Qinyao, don't let me live, or I will make you wish you were dead."
Upon hearing this, Liu Qinyao suddenly stood up from her chair, grabbed Wan'er's hair, and said slowly, "Bring me the torture board that the old women often use in palace punishments. I've never seen how terrifying this torture board is."
As soon as she finished speaking, several jailers carried over a long board covered with sharp, densely packed nails. A jailer lightly ran his finger across it, creating a wound. Liu Qinyao nodded in satisfaction, then forcefully pulled Wan'er by the hair and dragged her to the board. She kicked Wan'er to her knees and stomped down hard on the board. Wan'er felt her legs gradually go numb, the pain fading away. Seeing this, Liu Qinyao said fiercely, "You lot, use all your strength, or none of you will live!" Hearing this, the jailers immediately attacked together, using all their might.
Wan'er's eyes widened instantly. She felt as if both her legs were useless, and blood slowly trickled down the board, staining the ground. Wan'er could no longer hold back and cried out in pain. Liu Qinyao, seeing this, laughed excitedly, her single eye looking at Wan'er smugly. She said sarcastically, "Didn't you say, sister, that your face is ruined? How about I take a look?" As she spoke, she reached out to cut off the veil that had been burned away by blood and sweat. Suddenly, a flash of white light sent Liu Qinyao flying far away. Liu Qinyao then spat out blood and glared at Wan'er with a sinister look.
Wan'er's eyes flashed with the old man's words, "Even if it loses its power, it will protect my life." Then, she looked coldly at Liu Qinyao and burst into laughter. Wan'er's laughter gave people a comfortable, dreamlike feeling, unlike Liu Qinyao's, which made people want to vomit.
Liu Qinyao glared angrily at the laughing Wan'er, then was helped up by the jailer. She walked up to Wan'er, grabbed her disheveled hair, and kicked her hard in the stomach. Instantly, Wan'er's eyes glazed over, filled with fear and terror. "No!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Qinyao chuckled foolishly, then kicked her again with a sinister glint in her eye. "Don't want it? Binghai Wan'er, you dare mess with me? You're asking for death." With that, she kicked her once more. Wan'er looked at Liu Qinyao in terror, her hands, already in disarray, desperately trying to protect her stomach, but no matter how she tried, it was all in vain.
She was in excruciating pain in her lower abdomen. Wan'er was terrified; she didn't want to lose this child. No.
Liu Qinyao was about to hit her again when a guard ran in. Seeing Wan'er curled up on the ground, his eyes widened and he trembled. "Greetings, Consort Liu. His Highness the Crown Prince has gone to your room." Upon hearing this, Liu Qinyao glared at Wan'er fiercely before hurriedly leaving. She was now in the process of miscarriage and needed to return quickly, otherwise it would arouse suspicion.
Several jailers carried Wan'er back to her cell, tossed her aside, and then left.
With difficulty, Wan'er opened her phoenix eyes and looked around. "Princess." A weak voice rang out. Wan'er looked towards the source of the voice, then was startled. She crawled over with difficulty, ignoring the pain in her body, and hugged Xiao Ai into her arms. Tears fell uncontrollably.
Xiao Ai felt a pang of heartache seeing her princess in such a state. She reached out and gently lifted Wan'er's tattered veil, saying, "Princess, you...they are so hateful. Princess, Xiao Ai wanted to see you one last time, so I endured until now. I'm so sorry, Princess, I can't...I can't stay by your side anymore. Xiao Ai..." Xiao Ai's words were cut short as she passed away.
Wan'er, enduring excruciating pain, used her already mangled hand to grasp Xiao Ai's slowly descending hand. With her other hand, she removed the blood-red veil from her face, revealing her stunningly beautiful face, her eyes filled with murderous intent and chilling light.
"I will not allow you to die! You said you would go wherever I go, you said you would protect me. You haven't done that yet, how could you be so heartless as to leave me? I only have you left, only you left! Ahhh, I will make you pay the price, I will make you wish you were dead! From this day forward, I, Binghai Wan'er, will laugh at the world and create a matriarchal era unlike any other in this timeline. I will unify the world!"
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Chapter Twelve: A Hundredfold Repayment
Chapter Twelve: A Hundredfold Repayment Inside the vast and magnificent palace, not a soul was present. Even the water in the stream was unusually still. The little fish that usually swam around were nowhere to be seen, and the flowers by the roadside had all withered, as if they were mourning something.
"Guards, bring that vile woman Binghai Wan'er to court."
A man dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, exuding an air of dominance, sat on the majestic golden dragon throne, his face filled with anger as he spoke authoritatively. Looking around, the court officials, concubines, and palace maids all made way, seemingly waiting for something. No wonder the palace was so deserted; they had all gathered here.
A moment later, two men dressed as jailers dragged a woman into the main hall. Her white clothes, already stained red with blood, were tattered and barely visible, revealing glimpses of her body. Her disheveled hair obscured her face, making it impossible for anyone to see her features.
The woman was none other than Wan'er. Wan'er's captivating phoenix eyes were filled with despair and hatred. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen, and warm fluid flowed from between her legs. Wan'er endured the pain, closing her alluring phoenix eyes in despair. A single tear slid down her pale face. "My child, you have left your mother." And so, lifelessly, Wan'er was dragged by two jailers and thrown into the main hall.
Everyone who saw the lifeless woman on the ground felt a chill run down their spines; the person who tortured her was truly ruthless. Even the emperor on the throne frowned slightly and asked sternly, "Crown Prince, what happened?" When Yu Xun saw Wan'er, he was filled with heartache and anger, but then he shook his head; he only felt sympathy for her, nothing more. "Your subject does not know."
Upon hearing this, the Emperor slammed his fist on the table in anger and ordered everyone in the hall to kneel down. "Your Majesty, please calm down." The Emperor then sighed and said, "Fine, she's going to die anyway. But before that, I have some questions to ask. Physician Sun Gan can still take her pulse and wake her up. As long as she has a breath left to answer me, that's enough." What heartless words! Wan'er smiled mockingly after hearing this. Everything I've suffered, I will make you all pay a hundredfold.
"Your Majesty, I obey." Sun Gan, whose name was called, walked to Wan'er's side and placed his elderly hand on Wan'er's pale hand, which was stained with blood. He then frowned deeply and knelt down with a thud, trembling as he said, "Your Majesty, the Crown Princess... her child is in danger." Everyone present was stunned by these words. Among them, two people were the most incredulous: one was Yu Xun, who looked at Wan'er with a mixture of doubt and anger, and the other was Liu Qin Yao, who stared at Wan'er with wide, incredulous, and sinister eyes.
The Emperor was immediately shocked upon hearing this; that was his grandson. The Empress, her face filled with heartache, urgently said, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and save the child! If the child is lost, you won't even have ten heads to chop off." Upon hearing this, Sun Gan trembled all over and reached out to help Wan'er. Yu Xun was about to say that he had not touched Wan'er, but what happened next left him speechless.
The lifeless little figure on the ground pushed away Sun Gan's hand that was about to help her up, and despite the excruciating pain in her legs, she slowly stood up. She raised her noble head, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face that could topple kingdoms and make all things pale in comparison. In particular, the blue butterfly under her right eye seemed to be real and playfully stuck to Wan'er's skin, instantly stunning everyone present. When Yu Xun saw Wan'er's face, her heart ached as if she were suffocating, and she stood there, not knowing what to do.
Wan'er coldly surveyed everyone present, then burst into laughter, exuding an air of authority. In a voice powerful enough to freeze a person to death, she said hatefully, "Hahaha, I, Binghai Wan'er, will not let you live so carefree. One day, I will make you repay me a hundredfold."
As soon as she finished speaking, countless butterflies flew into the hall and surrounded Wan'er. Wan'er relaxed and smiled, then collapsed to the ground. "No!" Yu Xun cried out in pain, reaching out to catch Wan'er in her arms, but it was too late. Countless butterflies surrounded Wan'er, gently fluttering up and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
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Chapter Thirteen: The Kingdom of Flowers
Chapter Thirteen: The Kingdom of a Hundred Flowers is filled with countless flowers, their fragrance permeating the air. A pool of clear water appears perfectly calm, but in reality, half of it is icy cold and the other half is extremely hot, with small bubbles constantly bubbling up.
Countless butterflies slowly flew over the clear water and threw Wan'er, who was covered in wounds, pale and unconscious, into the water, subjecting her to the extremes of ice and fire.
"Wake up, don't you still have unresolved hatred?"
"Who? Who's speaking?"
Wan'er slowly opened her eyes and saw nothing but a vast expanse of white all around her, yet a voice kept calling to her, urging her to wake up.
“It is me. I am now a soul with a sliver of life left. I have been waiting for you, and you have not disappointed me.”
Wan'er stared directly at the woman speaking to her, then her eyes widened. Wasn't this her from her previous life? How could this be?
The woman opposite smiled gently and said softly, "I am the Death Immortal of the Hundred Flowers Kingdom. You may call me Lan'er. The body created by the Heavenly Emperor was modeled after me." Wan'er said indifferently, "Death Immortal? You."
Lan'er looked down at her almost transparent body and slowly floated towards Wan'er. "You are my next generation. You have been sleeping in the immortal water of the Hundred Flowers Holy Land for sixteen months. Now you are a half-immortal. After being transformed by the ice and fire, you have tens of thousands of years of cultivation. I never expected that you would be a black hole, absorbing all the immortal water."
Wan'er was incredulous. "What? I'm already a half-immortal? And I possess tens of thousands of years of cultivation?" Lan'er covered her mouth and chuckled. Her ethereal little hand caressed Wan'er's delicate hand, a soft white light mixed with a faint floral fragrance enveloping Wan'er's hand. Then, Lan'er smiled sweetly and said, "Wan'er, you have a cute little fellow by your side. It's a ten-thousand-year-old divine beast. I never expected you to be so charming even while unconscious. Well, my time is running out. My next generation, I beg you to continue the Kingdom of a Hundred Flowers." As soon as she finished speaking, her already transparent body completely disappeared.
Wan'er looked at her slender hands, where countless lush fairy branches slowly entwined around her long, delicate middle fingers, and on the fairy branches, a peony, symbolizing the king of flowers, bloomed incomparably bright and holy. "Don't worry, I won't let you down."
Suddenly, she felt something warm and wet rubbing against her face. Wan'er frowned slightly and opened her alluring phoenix eyes. What came into view was a pair of eyes as blue as the sea, very beautiful. Wan'er fell in love with these eyes at first sight. A look of surprise flashed in the gem-like blue pupils. The soft, white head of the eye rubbed against Wan'er's enchanting and dreamlike face with delight.
Wan'er chuckled. This was a rare tiger, its fur snow-white and translucent, its eyes as blue as the ocean, and its small, moist nose gleaming with a healthy sheen. "Little Xue, may I call you Little Xue?" The tiger jumped up with delight upon hearing this, then obediently lay down beside Wan'er and licked her alluring little face.
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Chapter Fourteen: Beauty Appears, Chaos Reigns
Chapter Fourteen: A Beauty Appears in the World, One Year After the Chaos. Under a clear blue sky, this is a bustling city, with stalls lining the streets and people coming and going in a lively atmosphere. The teahouse is packed with customers.
An elderly storyteller, puffing out his beard and glaring, declared, "The Ice Sea Princess arrogantly surveyed the crowd before uttering icy words: 'I, Ice Sea Wan'er, will not let you live so carefree. One day, I will make you repay me a hundredfold!' Then, a miracle occurred: countless butterflies flew to the Ice Sea Princess and carried her away. To find out what happens next, please listen to the next installment." The storyteller slammed his hand on the desk, rose, and left.
Meanwhile, in the VIP room upstairs, a blue robe enveloped a strong and muscular figure. His face remained unchanged for millennia, his beautiful phoenix eyes filled with icy coldness. His high-bridged nose and alluringly thin lips curled slightly as he coldly smiled, “Binghai Wan’er? Interesting.”
A pair of slender hands caressed a painting on the table. In the painting, a beautiful woman in white was exquisitely beautiful, with an alluring face that was unmatched. Her crescent-shaped eyebrows were delicate and graceful, her nose was high and delicate, her lips were alluring, and her eyes were captivating. Beneath her right eye was a lifelike butterfly. This was none other than Wan'er.
The man picked up a brush from the table, lightly dipped it in ink, and wrote in the blank space of the painting: "A beauty unparalleled through the ages! A pleasing sight indeed! A face that could topple kingdoms! Astounding the world!" He then put down the brush, reached out and picked up the painting to examine it carefully.
Suddenly a figure flashed by. "Reporting to the Lord, a Hundred Flowers Manor has suddenly risen to prominence in the past year. After investigation, I found that this manor is incredibly wealthy, and its owner is also a mystery. I have only heard that he has a rare white tiger by his side."
The man's face remained expressionless as he carefully examined the painting in his hand. He then rolled it up, picked up the still-steaming tea, and coldly asked, "Is that all?" The man in black trembled upon hearing this. "Your subordinate is incompetent and willingly accepts punishment."
The man didn't even glance at him. He stood up, flicked his long sleeves, and killed the man in black with a single palm strike. "I do not support useless people." Then he looked out the window. "Hundred Flowers Manor? It's even richer than me, the emperor of Nansang Kingdom. Interesting, very interesting."
Inside Hundred Flowers Manor, a man in black robes spoke with boundless excitement, his admiration for the person lying opposite him barely reaching its peak. "Master, our Hidden Assassins have made a name for themselves in the shortest time, and are now the number one assassin organization in the world. Under your training, Speed Listening Pavilion has also become the fastest intelligence organization in history."
On the soft berth lay a beautiful woman, dressed in white that clung to her body. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, almost ethereal. A noble butterfly-shaped ornament adorned her right eye, its haughty brows hinting at a smile. Her slender hand gently stroked the rare white tiger-shaped dog lying beside her. "Very good," she murmured. "It seems that day is not far off." Indeed, this was Wan'er. Little Xue, beside her, playfully nuzzled Wan'er's hand, warming Wan'er's heart.
A year has passed. In that year, she has made every effort to gather all the orphans in the world, personally disciplined them, and subjected them to hellish training using every means at her disposal. Those who disobeyed, those who refused to submit, and those who were half-hearted all died. Now, all those who remain are loyal and devoted to her. They are driven by her hatred, her resentment, and her ambition.