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The Evil Emperor's Fragile Heart

Mana was a brilliant young lawyer working for the biggest international law firm in the world. With her prodigious talents, influential family and a perfect fiancé, her life was considered a dream come true…until a freak accident cost her everything. Or so she thought. After three years of being confined to a hospital bed, the man she had loved with all her heart told her about his betrayal as he slit her throat. The next moment, Mana found herself in the body of a sickly ten-year-old princess of the same name, in a world she thought to be fictional. “The Legend of Mars” was an ancient epic chronicling the adventures of the divine King Mars and his virtuous wife, Queen Astra, and their triumph over the evil, half-demon emperor Raven. Princess Mana was the unfortunate half-sister of Princess Astra, who died at the age of ten…and somehow pulled in Mana’s soul. And thus, Royal Princess Mana decided to make the best of her new chance at life and seek happiness. However, she soon found that what she had read in “The Legend of Mars” and the actual people she met were very different. Why was the divine child Mars an insufferable brat? Why was the virtuous Astra plotting nefarious schemes? Why did the brother of Mars look exactly like her traitorous fiancé of her previous life? And the meek little boy she accidentally rescued was actually the fearsome evil emperor …? But why on earth was he clinging to her and looking at her with puppy eyes?

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Chapter 251 – Grandma’s Washing Machine

Grandpa huffed. "Do you think that we are blind to believe that you all are just bandits? Since when have the soldiers of the famous Flame Army of the Amber Kingdom been reduced to bandits?" he asked coldly. Grandpa's amber eyes danced with the glow from the flames of hell that surrounded him again, casting a menacing light on the terrified faces of the fake bandits.

A nasty smell spread in the air as several of the fake bandits wet themselves in fear.

"The former – former Duke of Flames…" someone whimpered. "Please, spare us, we just – we were just…"

"You were just what?" Grandpa demanded angrily.

"We were just following orders!" another captured fake bandit blurted out.

"Whose orders?" King Jaren asked, his voice a deep rumble that shook the earth. King Jaren hardly ever let loose, but that didn't take away the fact that he was the most powerful earth magic user in the world (notwithstanding his own children and his dragon grandchildren).