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Azure Sky Continent, Eastern Jing Kingdom.

Thirty-three years into Changping, a cold winter.

The wind howled and the snow fell heavily, plunging the world into chaos.

Chu Xingyao, once the most beautiful woman in Dongjing Kingdom, had one eye gouged out, one finger severed, her collarbone pierced, half of her face horribly disfigured, and her four-month-old fetus cruelly taken away.

She was on the verge of death when Jun Xuanche, the man she had wholeheartedly assisted and helped ascend the throne, ruthlessly pressed her down in the icy snow.

Before her eyes was a crimson expanse, the blood of her closest relatives, the blood of her family, her bloodline, her entire world.

Her father, mother, brother, sister-in-law, and even her innocent two-year-old nephew.

Her maternal grandfather's family was also among those who were brutally murdered, their heads rolling all over the ground, their blood staining the white snow.

Her body trembled slightly, the wounds all over her body stinging even more in the cold, and her heart felt as if it were being torn apart.

With her last ounce of strength, she unleashed a desperate roar at Jun Xuanche, who had already ascended the throne:

"Why? Jun Xuanche, are you some kind of beast?"

"Do you have any conscience? Your simple 'I like you'..."

"Although I have been married to Jun Jiuxiao for ten years, I have devoted myself to planning for you."

"If it weren't for my father's military strength,"

"My maternal grandfather's wealth, and Jun Jiuxiao's support,"

"How could you have achieved what you have today?"

"Everything you have is a gift from me."

Why are you treating me like this? What is the reason?

Just then, a calm yet slightly sarcastic voice rang in her ear.

This woman was Chu Xinglan, the eldest daughter of her second uncle's family, her own cousin, and the legitimate daughter of the second branch of the General's Mansion.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice filled with sarcasm and smugness.

"My dear sister, you are so incredibly foolish! Don't you understand?"

"Your Majesty has always been devoted to me. As for you, it was nothing more than a perfunctory act of affection."

Ha ha ha ha……"

As her laughter rang out, it seemed as if the entire air was filled with that sharp, piercing sound.

However, Chu Xinglan's voice did not stop there. Instead, it became more and more steady and vicious, like a venomous snake in the cold winter, slowly revealing its deadly venom.

"You don't need to worry, sister. At present, we have no intention of taking your life."

"Only by keeping you as a pawn can we lure the war god and regent of Dongjing Kingdom, Jun Jiuxiao, into the trap and make him willingly come to die."

"After all, over these ten years, we have all witnessed firsthand his deep and unwavering love for you."

She spoke calmly, her face expressionless.

"You might as well tell your sister that it was Jun Jiuxiao who saved your life when you were eight years old,"

"It was Jun Jiuxiao who rescued you from the fire when you were ten years old,"

"When you were twelve, I pushed you into a freezing, deep pool, and the one who ultimately rescued you was still him—Jun Jiuxiao!"

"However, it is sad that for so many years you have been kept in the dark and have always mistakenly believed that the person who saved you was the current emperor, Jun Xuanche."

"And because of this, she was filled with gratitude and wanted to repay the life-saving grace by marrying His Majesty."

"Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Because Jun Jiuxiao pleaded with the Emperor to issue an imperial decree to grant you marriage, you harbored resentment towards him."

"This resentment lasted for a full ten years, haha..."

"During these long ten years, everyone in Kyoto knew about it, and no one was unaware of it?"

"You are the only weakness of the powerful and influential Regent Prince Jun Jiuxiao!"

She paused briefly, then continued:

"During the same decade, an absurd rumor circulated throughout Kyoto."

"—That invincible and unparalleled war god was actually wearing a green hat on his head."

"And the reason for all of this is simply because of his beloved, the esteemed Regent's Wife,"

"The one he truly loves is actually his imperial nephew, hahaha..."

As she spoke, her expression grew increasingly cold, and a fierce light flashed in her eyes, like a lurking venomous snake.

"So, not long ago, I sent someone to deliver one of your fingers and one of your eyes to Jun Jiuxiao."

"Hehe, I suppose he has already received my 'generous gift' by now."

"How about it? So that you and your husband can see each other one last time before you die?"

"Are you satisfied with this special birthday gift I've given you, sister?"

When Jun Jiuxiao was mentioned, a hint of jealousy flashed across Chu Xinglan's face—a deep, twisted emotion.

She was jealous that Chu Xingyao could receive such deep love from Jun Jiuxiao, and jealous that she could be the only one in Jun Jiuxiao's heart.

Now that she can't have him, she'll destroy him. She'll use this love as a weapon to lure Jun Jiuxiao into a death trap.

Chu Xingyao's face was grim as she walked resolutely towards Chu Xinglan. Her voice was low and suppressed as she struggled to break free of her chained hands, finally roaring like a demon:

"Jun Xuanche, Chu Xinglan, you betrayed me, deceived me, killed my husband, cut off my lineage, and exterminated my entire family. This is a blood feud!"

"I, Chu Xingyao, hereby swear that even if I endure countless lifetimes, even if I fall into the deepest hell,"

"I will never forget the suffering and humiliation I have endured today! If there is an afterlife,"

"I will make you pay a terrible price and pay for this blood debt with your own blood!"

At this moment, Jun Xuanche remained calm, shielding Chu Xinglan behind him, and said in a deep voice:

"Chu Xingyao, I await your return for revenge. Look at you now, you're like a stray dog."

"I have never had any feelings for you. You are nothing more than a tool for me to deal with Jun Jiuxiao."

"This is the price you paid for helping me ascend the throne, and also the bitter consequence of Jun Jiuxiao's infatuation with you."

Jun Xuanche's words were like sharp spears, each one piercing Chu Xingyao's heart.

At this moment, Chu Xinglan straightened her pure white fox fur cloak, exuding an aloof and unapproachable indifference. Her gaze revealed contempt for Chu Xingyao and jealousy towards Jun Jiuxiao.

She walked away proudly, accompanied by Jun Xuanche, the man who had once made a vow to Chu Xingyao…

Chu Xingyao gazed quietly out the window as large, fluffy snowflakes fell and covered the entire world.

A tear welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't help herself.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, she and Jun Jiuxiao have been together for ten years.

Speaking of Jun Jiuxiao, he was the youngest son of the late emperor and the only legitimate son born to the late empress who gave her life for him.

At the tender age of twelve, he donned armor and led troops into battle. During the three-year campaign, he not only recovered lost territory.

Furthermore, with his sharp tactics, he captured several enemy cities, instilling fear in the enemy and causing them to hesitate to advance.

The late emperor doted on this brave and fearless prince, and at the young age of fifteen, he bestowed upon him the title of War King.

He was entrusted with the important task of leading 400,000 Xuanjia soldiers of the Dongjing Kingdom.

On the battlefield, he repeatedly made outstanding contributions and won the respect and love of the people.

He was hailed as the "God of War," and praise poured in like a tidal wave.

However, as time went by, in the past ten years, this once mighty war king has transformed into a powerful and respected regent.

In the eyes of the public, his image became increasingly cold-blooded, ruthless, cruel, and tyrannical, with extremely vicious methods that made enemy countries turn pale with fear.

His name, like thunder, resounds throughout the land, enough to make other nations tremble.

But only Chu Xingyao, his queen, knew the truth about the past ten years.

No matter what requests or ideas he made, Jun Jiuxiao always complied. His most frequent saying was...

"Alright, whatever you say."

"Okay, as you wish."

"Pass down the order, and obey her."

Despite his meticulous care for her, she still hated him for ten years.

Perhaps the person she always wanted to marry was Jun Xuanche.

So at that time she hated Jun Jiuxiao for forcing her into marriage, hated him for taking away her longing for Jun Xuanche, and hated him for making her life so pale and powerless.

Her heart was covered in ice and snow, and no matter how warm Jun Jiuxiao was, he could not melt the thick layer of frost.

Especially after learning that he had forced her to consummate their marriage and have sex with him, she was furious.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the jade pillow beside him and smashed it open on his head!

In an instant, blood gushed out, like a flood bursting its banks, quickly staining half of his face red.

However, she did not give up.

Immediately afterwards, she grabbed a gleaming blade and thrust it straight at his broad, sturdy chest.

In the blink of an eye, the snow-white nightgown was quickly soaked with blood gushing from the wound.

Crimson bloodstains spread across the white fabric, resembling a tragically beautiful and wildly blooming spider lily.

Even so, he showed no intention of resisting or dodging.

He merely frowned slightly, a look of pain appearing on his face.

But after she calmed down a bit, she slowly said:

"I'm sorry, Yao'er..." The voice was low and hoarse, filled with deep guilt and helplessness.

Just now, Chu Xinglan told her that because Chu Xinglan wanted the beggar to defile her, he drugged her with "Burning Passion".

This medicine has no antidote except for men, so he was trying to detoxify her. But how did she repay him...?

She hated him ever since.

Whenever she loses control of her emotions, those priceless and rare ornaments will shatter into pieces and scatter all over the ground in her rage.

However, he never took it seriously; he would simply have his servants quietly clean it up and replace it with even more precious treasures.

She is an exceptional cook, but her dishes conceal deadly dangers.

Every dish she meticulously prepared contained a laxative or poison, which he always tasted with an indifferent attitude.

The physicians in the palace were always on standby to detoxify him, but even so, he would sometimes suffer from rashes, becoming a source of private ridicule among the court officials.

But when she cooks again, he still eats every last bite of the food without hesitation.

Jun Jiuxiao's personal bodyguard, Ye Ying, was indignant about Chu Xingyao's behavior.

On one occasion, he secretly decided to cut off Yao'er's food for a day, hoping to make her reflect on her actions.

However, when Jun Jiuxiao learned of this, he did not blame Chu Xingyao.

Instead, Nighthawk was severely punished, receiving fifty lashes that left him with torn and bleeding skin.

He even publicly announced:

"It's just poisoning, that's all she does."

“My wife Yao’er is the love of my life. Anyone who disrespects her shall be executed.”

These words were like an imperial edict, causing everyone in the Prince's mansion to treat Yao'er with utmost respect, daring not to show the slightest disrespect...

Jun Xuanche's ascension to the throne later marked the beginning of a new era.

But for Chu Xingyao, this was yet another turning point in her fate.

When Jun Jiuxiao was preparing to go to war, he hoped that she could accompany him.

Relying on Jun Jiuxiao's love for her, she even threatened to kill herself, showing that she was unwilling to leave the palace.

Jun Jiuxiao was extremely anxious, yet there was nothing he could do.

He could only stand before her, his eyes wide with fury, flashing with raging anger and an undisguised violent aura.

After a long silence, his deep, slightly trembling voice struggled to escape from between his clenched teeth:

"You...you're only doing this because I love you!"

This statement is both a stern rebuke and filled with deep helplessness and pain.