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Burning Passion Love Never Dies

Mingshu was so addicted to a novel that she forgot to eat and sleep; she had taken to heart the plight of the villainous emperor within, whose fate was appallingly tragic! After angrily writing a thousand-word negative review, she woke up to find herself transmigrated into the book, becoming the freshly minted, unfortunate Noble Consort of the Tyrant. Confronted with the living and breathing emperor before her, Mingshu's mind was a whirlwind— Isn't this my kid? 〣( ºΔº )〣 In the eyes of everyone else, the emperor was bloodthirsty by nature, ruthless and cruel, a Living Yama whose very name sent shivers down spines! Through Mingshu's eyes, the emperor was: afraid of the dark, terrified of thunder, loved to act spoiled, lacked a sense of security, was inherently kind, and had a life-or-death need for sweets... What kind of supreme cutie is this?! Wahhh, baby, mama loves you!! In order to change her son's dreadful ending, Mingshu, overflowing with maternal love, transformed into a child-protecting demon! She brazenly confronted the Empress Dowager, furiously scolded court officials, and fought imperial consorts with her bare hands... But wait, why were the kid's glances at her becoming more and more peculiar? —— As a child, Si Chu always dreamt of a young girl who taught him to read and write with patience, tended to his wounds with care, and gently soothed him to sleep on every stormy night. Then one day, the girl disappeared. He searched high and low but couldn't find her. So, obsession turned into a demon, his eyes blood-red and crazed, he went mad. Just when he lamented the world's boredom and contemplated destroying everything, He came across a pair of bright, sparkling, talking eyes. With a gloomy and obsessive look, the emperor's lips curled into a cold smile: Fine, you've come to me of your own volition. —— Everyone knew: The emperor detested beautiful, delicate, and arrogant women most of all. No one knew how long the dainty Noble Consort would last. * When you visit this world, remember to take a look at the sun.

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338 Chs

Chapter 213: Sorry, My Hand Slipped

Perhaps it was Mingshu's tearful performance that moved everyone's hearts, or maybe it was her deceptive face that rarely ignited a sense of guilt in the rough men before her, causing them to look at their Head of the House with condemning eyes.

"Running an inn isn't easy for a young widow alone; why press so aggressively?"

Rong Heng: "..."

Someone couldn't help but console Mingshu, "Hey, it's not such a big deal. Don't be too sad, madam. Hard to find a three-legged toad, but men with two legs are easy to find, right?" The speaker was blissfully unaware of the impending danger, slapped his chest, and boasted, "If it really doesn't work out, I can introduce one to you, the young men in our village—I'm not bragging—but they're the kind who, if their wife says go east, wouldn't dare go west, if their wife says..."

"Bang——"

A violent sound suddenly exploded beside them, startling the man, his half-spoken words stuck in his throat as he stared, dumbfounded.