Chapter 1

Chapter 1

In my previous life, my granddaughter lost her innocence before her wedding.

After she married, her husband deceived her into using her dowry to cover his debts, and she even ended up helping him raise the illegitimate child he had with his mistress.

In the end, she was demoted from wife to concubine and spent the rest of her life in misery, forced to watch that heartless man and the other woman enjoy a house full of children and grandchildren. She died with hatred in her heart.

When I opened my eyes again, I had actually been reborn to the time before my granddaughter’s marriage.

I couldn’t bear to watch my granddaughter repeat the same tragedy. So, dragging my rheumatic old legs, I leaned on my cane and climbed the mountain overnight, then pushed open the door to the wing room in the rear courtyard.

“Yan’er, Grandmother is here to save you. Grandmother will never let that beast ruin your purity…”

I remembered it clearly. In my last life, when my granddaughter went to the temple to burn incense, she was abducted by the Prince Regent’s unscrupulous guard and thrown into the Prince Regent’s room, becoming the antidote to his drugged state.

Unexpectedly, I had arrived too early.

That wretched guard had not yet captured my granddaughter, but I was caught by the Prince Regent instead.

A scorching body, bare from the waist up, pressed against me from behind.

“So hot… help me…”

Pitiful me. I had been widowed since I was thirty and had not had a man’s touch in nearly twenty years. Yet here I was, being accosted by a young man in his twenties.

Leaning on my cane, I spoke in a trembling voice.

“H-how d-d-d-dare you! This old woman is the Old Madam of Yong’an Marquis Manor!”

“Let go of me at once. I’m old enough to be your grandmother!”

The Prince Regent, Xiao Yuanche, had risen through the military ranks. He was tall and powerful, with a heroic, striking bearing. He commanded a massive army and oversaw the affairs of court; truly, he stood above all but one and below none but the emperor.

Hearing my words, not only did he refuse to release me, he instead lifted my chin with his hand, lowered his head, and sealed my lips with his.

“What are you mumbling about?”

“Mm… the scent on you smells wonderful. It makes me feel at ease…”

Of course the sandalwood scent from years of worshiping Buddha, mixed with the smell of ink infused with borneol, would be soothing.

But was that the point?

The point was, this old woman was about to celebrate her fiftieth birthday next month. I was practically old enough to smell like an elderly person.

And he could still bring himself to kiss me? He really must have been starving.

“Let… let go of this old woman…”

I struggled with all my might, and even my cane fell to the floor.

Pitiful me, a nearly fifty-year-old grandmother. How could I possibly be a match for a tall, vigorous young man in the prime of his life?

With one sweep of his arm, he lifted me onto the writing desk.

The next second, my struggling hands were bound by the Buddhist prayer beads I had brought with me.

His low, hoarse voice exploded beside my ear.

“Be good. Give yourself to me. I will take responsibility for you…”

Damn it. Now I was even more terrified.

If he took responsibility for me, how was I supposed to explain myself to my late husband, who had been dead for twenty years? How was I supposed to explain it to my thirty-two-year-old son? To my sixteen-year-old grandson and fifteen-year-old granddaughter???

Was I supposed to tell my grandchildren that Grandmother had found them a twenty-five-year-old step-grandfather?

“You might as well just kill this old woman outright.”

At that, the Prince Regent’s breathing grew heavy. “You old temptress. I will kill you right now…”

With that, he tore open my clothes.

Seeing my dudou and undergarments flying everywhere, I broke down and shouted,

“That’s not what I meant by kill me!”