Even though I was dressed as an ugly woman, I was still forced to love by all kinds of big guys

Do you believe that there are people who would travel through time, across mountains and seas, time and again, just to pursue their destined destiny?

Qixia Kingdom, the 21st year of Yong'an.

"Lin Xuejian" traveled here during the summer. To be precise, this Lin Xuejian is not the same Lin Xuejian, because she can't remember her own name.

She had lost her memory, and this name was given to her by Yu Yanyu. It was the name of the little maid who had accompanied her and died of illness when she first entered the palace.

When she came, although the sun was shining, her heart was cold. Facing the quaint room in front of her, her head was buzzing.

It’s time to put on some clothes. I looked at myself in the bronze mirror not far away wearing a short skirt. I was still wearing it.

Why can’t I remember my name? She slapped her head twice in anxiety. Why is it that I’m wearing the same clothes? If she is caught in this outfit, she will be caught as a monster!

She heard footsteps in the distance and wanted to crawl under the bed, but it was just a solid bed and there was no place to hide in the small room.

The door was opened, and she almost fell to her knees when she saw the beauty with a surprised look on her face. "Please don't report me!"

The beauty's eyes were red and there were slap marks on her face. It was obvious that she had been bullied. She looked so pitiful.

She suddenly had an idea and pulled the stunned beauty over, "I was sent by God to teach you how to win favor!"

Some of the palace struggles for favor were still remembered. The main thing was that the beauty was so stunningly beautiful, and coupled with some of her little tricks, Yu Da Ying soon became the emperor's favorite.

From being a small concubine, they skipped a level and became a Zhaoyi. The two girls depended on each other in this deep palace, and their goal was to become a noble concubine, which would satisfy them.

At that time, no one dared to believe that in the distant future, Yu Zhaoyi would become the "Anxian" Queen praised by the world, and then become the most noble woman in Qixia, the "Yongxian" Empress Dowager.

Yu Zhaoyi was a gentle person. Privately, she always called her "sister". She trusted her very much. Whenever she encountered something, she would call out "Come over to meet Xue."

Concubine Yu was at the peak of her popularity, and Lin Xue, who followed her, naturally felt comfortable. Not only was she sweet-talking, she also had a lot of clever ideas and was easy to talk to. She was very popular in the harem, and there were even other concubines who wanted to poach her.

When the first snow fell after she came into this world, Yu Zhaoyi excitedly pulled her over and said, "Xuejian, look! It's so beautiful! It sets off you perfectly."

How could the red walls and glazed tiles not be beautiful? And the snow plum blossoms sticking out of the high wall look like a painting.

In the evening, she happily walked towards her nest carrying the dessert given to her by Yu Zhaoyi.

The other palace maids were all sharing a room with four people, but Concubine Yu felt sorry for her and opened a small room for her alone, which she reportedly spent a lot of effort and money on.

Beat him to death! Beat him to death! This bastard!

You're a family of traitors! How come when I castrated you, I didn't kill you with pain?

Didn't you castrate him completely? Take off your pants and let us see!

Sharp insults came from the front one after another. Lin Xuejian was no longer surprised. In this cannibalistic palace, there was a lot of bullying.

She didn't want to cause trouble and wanted to go around it, but after listening for a long time, she didn't hear a single groan from the bullied person.

So strong? Or dead? You know, bullying is always accompanied by pitiful pleas for mercy.

She stretched her head to take a look, and that one look was a glimpse that lasted for a thousand years.

He's not dead? How could you bully such a handsome boy like this?!

Lin Xuejian watched the bullied boy biting his lips tightly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the snow, blooming into dazzling flowers.

He never said a word, just held on to his pants to prevent those people from taking them off. That was his last secret and dignity.

Stop it! Don't bully him!

Lin Xuejian still stood up. For some reason, she had a premonition that if his pants were taken off, he would die. He would not live in disgrace.

Someone recognized her as the maidservant beside Concubine Yu and ran away hesitantly.

There's no need to start a conflict. I'll just deal with this little bastard next time I meet him.

After they left, Lin Xuejian wanted to help the boy, but he dodged her.

He said nothing, didn't even look at her, just held on to the wall and stood up bit by bit.

His clothes were torn, revealing his bony chest. In the snow and wind, he walked slowly forward along the wall like a broken doll.

Lin Xuejian caught up with him, handed him the small dessert in her hand, and introduced herself with a smile, "Hello Yu Yan, my name is Lin Xuejian!"

She just heard someone call him that, "Your name is so nice, Yu Yan, just like you."

He still ignored her and didn't take the things in her hands. She didn't care and just followed him silently.

"Don't follow me! What do you want?" Finally unable to bear it any longer, Yu Yan asked him in a cold voice, what new tricks had he used to try to humiliate him?

Another gust of wind blew, blowing up the winter plum blossoms and making them fall. Yu Yan thought she had heard wrongly. He finally raised his eyes to look at her, his beautiful and deep eyes full of mockery.

She said she wanted to protect him.

He just didn't believe it. This liar must be thinking of some way to humiliate him.

In the 23rd year of Yong'an in Qixia Kingdom, Yu Yan looked at the girl in the portrait and found that she was indeed a little liar.

Didn't you say you would protect me? Why did you abandon me and leave me alone in this desolate world?

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Sitting in the luxurious carriage that was nine thousand years old, Fu Yuan'er felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles, as if there was a thorn in her back and something stuck in her throat.

She really wanted to sit back in her own car. She didn't know if she was being too suspicious, but she always felt that the Ninth Thousand Year Old Man was always looking at her intentionally or unintentionally.

Passing by an uneven road, it was a bit bumpy. Fu Yuaner felt a little carsick. She had just eaten too much and felt a little nauseous.

Suddenly she felt someone sitting next to her. She looked up in surprise and met a pair of bottomless dark eyes.

It wasn't until Yu Yan reached out and patted her back to help her breathe that she suddenly reacted.

He almost crawled to the other side on his knees. Although it was the first time they met, his reputation was well-known.

The legendary Nine Thousand Years Old is a gorgeous and poisonous flower. He is characterized by meticulousness, cruelty, and decisiveness in killing.

The Ninth Prince can see through your heart at a glance, so you can't look him in the eye! This is a strange story circulating in the palace, and it always has a reason.

"Goddess, are you afraid of me?"

When he said this, the corners of Yu Yan's eyes were red. He raised the corners of his beautiful eyes slightly, and even his tone was lost.

Sure enough, visible guilt appeared on Fu Yuan'er's face, and Yu Yan pulled the corner of his mouth, and their reactions were exactly the same.

Forcibly suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, Yu Yan lowered his eyes. Whether it was you or not, he would know after waiting for confirmation at the next station.

That night, Fu Yuan'er finished washing up early, lay on the bed, and fell asleep almost instantly.

After running all the way, she was so tired that she felt like her whole body was falling apart.

But the strange thing is that even though she went to bed early, she felt more tired when she woke up the next day. When her daughter was doing her hair, she even cried out in surprise.

What happened? She looked at the bronze mirror and exclaimed, "Where did that big strawberry mark on my neck come from?!"

She rubbed her neck in disbelief. Yes, she had a wet dream last night, but why did she still feel physical pain when she woke up?

In the dream, there was a sharp fragrance that lingered for a long time.

There was also a pair of bony hands, so white that they were almost transparent. They slowly stroked her face and went all the way down, carefully copying the curves of her body.

The warm and moist touch spread from her neck to her chest. She wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't. But strangely, she could clearly see a pair of dark eyes full of lust.

She couldn't move and could only let him take what he wanted. The affectionate kiss, which started as a light taste and ended up as an almost vent-like plunder, made her feel helpless and want to cry.

In a blur, she seemed to feel someone taking off her trousers again, and a burning gaze was observing the inside of her thighs...