That night, the moon lay hidden and the winds ran high, cold gusts hissing through the dark.
In a crumbling, decrepit temple, a woman — her face mottled with greenish blemishes, hideous as a demon — lay with eyes tightly shut upon a pile of straw, while atop her body pressed a thickset, simpleminded fool.
Hot, so hot—the body feels as if it's about to burst apart from the heat!
The unbearable heat and the searing pain surging through her body jolted the woman—who had already fallen unconscious—into sudden wakefulness, her eyes flying open.
The moment she opened her eyes, Su Qingying found a drooling man pinning her down, his hands tearing frantically at her clothes. She recoiled in shock — no time even for revulsion — and on pure instinct drove her foot hard into his groin.
"Ugh…" The big oaf immediately clutched his groin and dropped to his knees on the spot, writhing in so much pain he couldn't get up for a good while.
Su Qingying seized the brief opening and hurriedly crawled out from beneath him.
"What the f**k! Do you even know what kind of trash you are? How dare you try to force yourself on me?! You've got a death wish!"
Forcing down the waves of scorching heat surging through her body, Su Qingying rose trembling to her feet. She fixed a cold sideways gaze on the big oaf writhing before her, too wracked with pain to get up — her jet-black phoenix eyes flashing with a sudden, razor-sharp chill, her killing intent heavy and unmistakable.
Her entire body had gone limp, utterly devoid of strength — Su Qingying could barely manage to stay on her feet.
Lifting her gaze to survey her surroundings, she furrowed her brows.
"Where… where is this? What the f*ck! Wasn't I just blown to death?"
She clearly remembered that she had been executing an SSS-ranked mission. While dismantling the delay fuse, she accidentally sneezed, causing her hand to jerk—she cut the wrong wire, the bomb detonated, and she blew herself up along with it.
A top-tier secret agent of the twenty-first century, killed by a bomb she herself was disarming — just thinking about it is a little heartbreaking.
Just as confusion gripped her, memories that belonged to another person came flooding into her mind in a torrent—a tearing, rending pain that nearly robbed her of breath.
She pressed her hands to her head in agony, the memories of another person flashing through her mind in a breathless, near-frantic rush.
As it turned out, she had transmigrated — becoming the dim-witted Fifth Princess of the Eastern Yue Kingdom, the notorious blue-blotched ugly girl, and the betrothed of Xuanyuan Che, the Rui Prince of the Western Ming Kingdom.
What a coincidence — this foolish princess of Dongyue is also named Su Qingying.
As for why she had ended up lying here — that much went without saying. This was undoubtedly the handiwork of her fiancé. He had lured her away from the post station, not only forcing an aphrodisiac down her throat but also knocking her unconscious with a single blow and dumping her in this dilapidated temple — leaving that fool free to violate her at will and destroy her virtue, all so that she would be compromised before marriage and give the Kingdom of Ximing grounds to annul the betrothal.
Their intentions could not be called anything but malicious!
What he had never expected, however, was that the blow had outright killed the original Su Qingying — and it was precisely this that gave her wandering soul the chance to possess the body and be reborn.
At that thought, a flash of cold malice flickered through Su Qingying's shimmering phoenix eyes.
Back then, had she not risked her life to draw the poisoned blood from his veins, how could those dark bruises have ever spread across her face?
He was the one who swore he would marry her, and now he's the same one scheming by every means to break off the engagement. What an absolute scoundrel — cold-blooded and heartless, with no regard for everything they once shared!
But since she had transmigrated, then she — Su Qingying — would live well in this identity. The grudges, the hatred, the grievances — she would reclaim them all, one by one, on behalf of the original host!
"M-my wife…" A silly, simpleminded voice abruptly interrupted Su Qingying's thoughts.
That big lummox stumbled toward her, clutching his groin, slobber streaming from his gaping mouth.
"Who's your wife? Get lost!" Su Qingying frowned in disgust. Having been dosed with an aphrodisiac, she couldn't muster even a shred of strength. Her steps faltered, and she nearly got knocked to the ground by that fool.
"Damn it, this aphrodisiac poison is actually this potent—Xuanyuan Che, you scumbag! Just you wait!" As the effects of the drug grew stronger within her body, Su Qingying's consciousness began to slowly blur.