Revenge
Who’s the Prey Now?
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My sister is dead. She committed suicide for a man.
When I was sorting through her belongings, I found a pair of handcuffs and some photographs.
In the photos, she was completely naked, her body covered in bruises.
A rush of blood surged through me, my whole body turned cold, and I was instantly overwhelmed by an indescribable terror and confusion.
But I didn’t know yet that the person who started all this had no intention of stopping.
And I was his next target.
Four Years After Marriage, I No Longer Love
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In the fourth year of our marriage, both Lu Jingli and I had affairs.
He kept a female college student, treating her like a treasure.
Behind his back, I supported a pure-hearted male college student, reliving the passion of youth.
I had thought he was already tired of this messy marriage.
But on the day he discovered my betrayal, he went crazy, insisting that we return to our family together.
The Emperor’s Daughter is My Prey
My Mother was a courtesan, earning money with her own flesh and blood to support my father’s studies and imperial examinations.
Five years later, my father succeeded and was granted marriage to a princess by the Emperor.
Yet, in the Golden Throne Hall, he refused the marriage at the risk of his own life, and with great fanfare, married my Mother with ten miles of red bridal procession.
The princess was displeased.
Three days later, Mother was found abused and disheveled, dying at the entrance of an alley.
Half a year later, the princess finally married my father as she wished.
She did not know that this was the beginning of her misfortune.
My Phoenix Emperor
When I was a child, I fought with wild dogs for food. On the verge of starvation, someone shared half a steamed bun with me.
To repay his kindness, I disguised myself as a boy and stayed by his side as a servant.
This man was once the most noble Crown Prince of the dynasty.
One day, he fell from grace, reduced to ruin, and was humiliated and trampled by his lifelong enemy.
Later, he became the mad emperor whom everyone feared.
Yet on a snowy night, he took his own life, and before his death, pleaded desperately:
“Yunling, don’t look at me… I’m so filthy.”
When I opened my eyes again, time had rewound twenty years.
The Imperial Tutor harbored the ambitions of a Wolf, the general eyed the throne like a tiger, and the imperial brother plotted in secret.
Only the Little Highness remained innocent and pure, completely unaware.
In this life, I have come only to protect him.