The Wicked King

After receiving all of the original host's memories, Lin Huijin heaved a long sigh. The memories of the original host filled her with both hatred and anger. She wasn't sure whether to blame all this on the original host's vanity, or to blame the despicable King Jin.

The two of them had been using each other. The original host was attracted to his power, and he was attracted to her beauty. But when the original host was kidnapped for a night, King Jin started to despise her, thinking he had picked up a "worn shoe". Not only was he disgusted and disdainful, but he also wanted to send the original host to another man's bed in exchange for an alliance agreement when she was mentally confused.

King Jin was extremely despicable. After all, the original host was his lawful wife, but he wanted to give his wife to another man. This almost made Lin Huijin swear out loud.

Just then, the tent was lifted, and a tall and sturdy figure stepped in. The golden sunlight was flowing on his silver mask, radiating a cold air.

Seeing the incoming person, Lin Huijin slightly moved, causing a tearing pain to pass from her body. The memories of last night quickly came to her mind.

A flush quickly climbed up Lin Huijin's face. The hands hidden in the quilt clenched tightly, making Lin Huijin almost crazy. Why was she so unlucky to encounter such a thing right after traversing?

"It's surprising that you are still a virgin after three years of marriage in King Jin's mansion," a deep and husky voice came from above. This voice, seemingly light, carried an invisible deterrence, as if an invisible hand was suppressing your throat.

This man knew her, but she didn't know him...

He claimed to be a king and wore a silver mask. Lin Huijin suddenly thought of the large and small scars she saw last night.

With a "boom", Lin Huijin felt as if her head was about to explode.

It was him! The third prince who had been abandoned and betrayed by her, deliberately lured to Liaocheng by her, and now the fearsome God of War— the Wicked King.

Lin Huijin felt like she was suffocating. All her hair stood on end, and chills surged up from her feet.

Even the hands hidden in the quilt began to tremble.

She ended up in his camp last night due to some unknown reason!

Back then, it was her who deliberately lured him to Liaocheng. That's why he was disfigured and almost became a waste after walking back from the line of life and death.

Now... He was no longer the weak, kind, and obedient third prince she once knew. He was a cruel and fierce Wicked King who made people tremble in fear.

The original host, you are dead, but what sin did I commit to have to take the blame for you and carry the black pot?

In three years, she went from the highly respected daughter of the prime minister's mansion to a despised concubine.

But the third prince had gone from being an unloved, disfigured waste to a fierce and dreaded wolf on the battlefield.

In less than three years, he annihilated the enemy state that had been invading our country year after year. He fought hundreds of large and small battles but never lost.

He even created a miracle by entering the enemy camp alone, beheading the enemy general, and returning safely.

Since then, his reputation as a war god spread throughout the border, making other enemy states fear and dare not invade.