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My cousin got drunk and raped my little sister.

“I’ll take her as a concubine, then,” he said, as though it hardly mattered.

Grandmother said, “With that ugly face of hers, my precious grandson is the one being wronged.”

Mother murmured, “Amitabha.

Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise.”

I took a willow switch and whipped my cousin without mercy.

Then I told them all, “Under the laws of this dynasty, the punishment for raping a girl under twelve is death.”

The day they took my mother away, I clung to her and wouldn’t let go.

My little brother blocked the car too, demanding fifty thousand yuan.

That was about the going rate for a wife in our village.

But she was my mother.

You couldn’t sell your mother.

No dutiful daughter would do that.

Sure enough, someone in the car shoved me aside and roared, “To hell with your dad!

We can’t stay here!”

Then they drove off.

I’d never been to school.

I didn’t understand things.

But one sentence stuck in my head: “He can’t stay here.”

When I was ten, I saved a boy covered in blood.

With reddened eyes, he swore to serve me all his life.

When rebellion swept the palace in my twentieth year, he shot me down outside the city, and a thousand arrows pierced my heart.

The last thing I saw was him tenderly covering the eyes of the woman beside him, afraid the sight of blood would frighten her.

Only after I was reborn did I learn the truth.

He should have been my most loyal subject.

But someone else had taken my place and saved him.

In my last life, I sold myself and sacrificed my dignity to keep my mother and younger sister alive.

Once my sister grew up, she despised me for it.

“If you hadn’t been involved with Master Su, how could such a wonderful marriage have fallen through?

Young Master Su liked me so much.

He was going to marry me.”

She had forgotten that Master Su was my first patron.

That night, I had swallowed my shame and gone to him only to pay for a doctor when she was burning with fever.

I, too, had a childhood sweetheart who had promised to marry me.

Later, Mother helped my sister poison me.

I died in agony in our own home.

Their tears fell on my face.

“The rest of us have to live.

We had no choice.”

When I was given another life, I woke on the very day of my sister’s fever.

Before my mother died, she left me a pair of love-gu.

She wanted me to use them on the young General Li when he returned to the capital in triumph.

He was the husband she had chosen for me after painstaking consideration.

And so I spent three years trailing after Li Wujin.

The cold, stern young general held me beneath the moon and said he would ask the emperor to grant us a marriage.

The next day, a eunuch arrived at our house with imperial decrees.

One was for me.

One was for my elder sister, the legitimate daughter.

She would soon marry Li Wujin.

I was promised to his deputy.

My father’s wife always said she treated me as her own daughter.

Whenever she went out, she insisted I accompany her—an unpaid bodyguard.

When the Empress wanted to raise me at the palace, she refused on my behalf.

All a girl needed, she said, was a good husband who would cherish her.

I ruined both hands saving her son.

She still refused to register me as her legitimate daughter, saying only shallow families cared about birth status.

She would find me a fine young man someday.

When marriage was finally discussed, she cited my mother’s low birth and my damaged hands, and persuaded Father to marry me to his old nurse’s grandson.

The nurse despised my mother.

My husband took no interest in household affairs.

They tormented me to death.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the morning of the day I had saved my little brother.

The princess had set a trap for me.

I had been drugged.

The man on the bed had a face as flawless as jade, his eyes clouded by the drug.

I recognized him as one of her favorite male companions.

Clearly, she was determined to ruin me.

But what did she know?

I had worked on a pleasure boat and slept with countless men.

This was hardly enough to frighten me.

I leaned close and murmured in his ear, “The princess has never treated you as a person.

Don’t you want revenge?”

The man’s eyes turned abruptly cold.

To raise the bride price for my brother, my parents sold me to a system.

I would be sent into a historical romance novel.

Complete its mission, and I would receive 300,000 yuan.

The good news was that the system offered me a special ability.

The bad news was that it was called “Guaranteed to Bear Sons.”

When I frowned, the system spoke.

[Host, the ability I’ve given you is exceptionally useful in ancient times.]

Only after I arrived did I learn that the novel was called The Leased Wife.

Its heroine was hired out to wealthy households to bear them sons, one after another.

The silver she earned paid for her husband’s examinations and official career.

In the end, he rose to prominence, and she emerged triumphant, an officially titled lady.

The system told me: [There are only two mandatory conditions for completing the mission—] [First: retain your status as a leased wife and give birth to three sons.]

[Second: help your husband become an official of the first rank.]

[Fail either condition, and you will be erased.]

[You have no more than ten years in this world, Host.

Good luck.]

I listened, my eyes darkening.

“Nothing else matters?”

The system was in a hurry to collect its next host.

[Correct.

Nothing else matters.]

I gave a cold laugh.

An idea was taking root.

If I wanted to return to the modern world, I had no choice but to complete the mission.

But if I had to swallow my disgust and do these things, I would not suffer the humiliation for nothing.

I would use it to climb into power and destroy this vile practice of wife leasing.

Even if it was only a fictional institution in a novel.

It was feudal, twisted, and brutal, built on women’s blood and tears.

It should never have existed.

In my third year trapped inside a novel, the emperor learned to watch livestreams—and struck up an online flirtation with a thirst-trap streamer.

He even promised her: “Come over to this world, and you can be my empress!”

“Remember, bring your body.

No possessing someone else’s.”

I took one look at her username, “Will Fly Anywhere in the Country,” and spent the night packing my escape bag.

People from the modern world were crawling with viruses.

One sneeze could wipe out the whole palace.

And this woman was a prostitute!

I was the tyrant’s favorite consort, and I had officially stopped trying.

When he ate chicken, I stole the drumstick.

When he slept, I stole the covers.

When he presented me with a priceless piece of jade, I hung it around my dog’s neck the very next day.

Furious, he threatened to have me beaten to death.

I carried on being a disaster, dropped my trousers, and flopped onto the couch.

“Go on, then.

Beat me to death.”

Well.

He suddenly changed his mind.