The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

"Ah! It hurts so much!" Dongfang Wan'er had a dagger stuck in her heart. She staggered back a few steps, her face full of disbelief. Her eyes widened as she stared at the person who had plunged the dagger into her heart. That person was her sister, the sister she had always trusted and loved!

"Why?" Dongfang Wan'er's voice was filled with pain and confusion. She couldn't understand why her sister would treat her like this.

"Hehe, sister, you're so naive!" Dongfang Mingzhu chuckled, then softly nestled into the man's arms, drawing circles on his chest with her fingers.

"Sister, do you really think the Crown Prince likes you? He only values ​​your maternal grandfather's family's power and your dowry. Now, the Crown Prince has gotten everything he wanted, and you are no longer of any use to him!" Dongfang Mingzhu said, looking at Dongfang Wan'er with a smug and mocking smile.

"Zhu'er, why are you wasting your breath on this bitch!" Ye Jingchu's eyes suddenly turned cold and ruthless. He drew his sword and slit Dongfang Wan'er's throat without hesitation.

Dongfang Wan'er's body fell heavily to the ground, her eyes filled with despair and resentment. Dongfang Mingzhu leaned close to Dongfang Wan'er's ear and whispered, "I forgot to tell you, dear sister, your maternal grandparents' entire family has been executed for treason, including your mother, who has been divorced by your father."

"You..." Dongfang Wan'er's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't. Her eyes were fixed on Dongfang Mingzhu, as if she wanted to etch her image into the depths of her soul.

"Throw her into a mass grave!" Dongfang Mingzhu ordered the two men, then glanced into Dongfang Wan'er's eyes, her heart trembling slightly. She quickly reassured herself, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, she's already dead, what's there to be afraid of..."

"Yes!" The servants carried away Dongfang Wan'er's body.

"Crown Prince, when will you make me your Crown Princess?" Dongfang Mingzhu leaned against Ye Jingchu coquettishly, her body as soft as a puddle of water.

"Zhu'er, that slut just died, it's not the right time yet. Don't worry, once this storm passes, I, the Crown Prince, will immediately make you my Crown Princess." Ye Jingchu was so enraged by Dongfang Mingzhu that he swept her up in his arms and strode towards the bedroom.

"Ah!" Dongfang Mingzhu was startled when her feet suddenly left the ground, but she quickly recovered. "Brother Crown Prince!" Dongfang Mingzhu hugged Ye Jingchu's neck shyly and buried her face in his shoulder.

"Hahahaha!" Ye Jingchu was amused by the Oriental Pearl Tower's appearance and walked into the bedroom laughing.

Seeing this, the servants wisely left and quietly closed the door.

Dongfang Wan'er's vision went completely black, and she soon felt no pain, but her heart was filled with hatred! A strong hatred swept over her like a tidal wave. If only she could do it all over again, she would never trust her so-called sister again.

With a whoosh, Dongdong Wan'er felt her soul completely out of control, flying directly out of her body.

"Am I alive again, or am I dead?" Dongfang Wan'er looked around, her heart filled with doubt.

"Ah!" Dongfang Wan'er was terrified. There were corpses all around her. By the dim moonlight, she saw her own body being devoured by several hungry wolves.

Dongfang Wan'er shed tears of regret and said through gritted teeth, "They're not human! They didn't even leave me a complete corpse after they died! Dongfang Mingzhu, Ye Jingchu!" She spat out the names of the two people fiercely.

"Oh right, my maternal grandfather, my mother!" Dongfang Wan'er thought of this and quickly floated up, flying towards the prison.

"Don't come any closer, Mother! Father, save me!" Lu Qingcheng cried out in despair as two jailers dragged her out like an animal, calling out for Lu Qingmo and Su Yazhen.

"You bastard, let go of my daughter!" Lu Qingmo's hands were chained, but he kept pounding on the cell door. His hands were already bloody and mangled from the pounding, showing how much force he was using.

"Qingcheng!" Su Yazhen cried helplessly, her heart filled with despair. Why, why did this happen?

Dongfang Wan'er's soul had just arrived when she witnessed this scene.

"Bastards, let go of Qingcheng, let go!" Dongfang Wan'er rushed over and tried to pull the two jailers away, but her hands passed right through their bodies like phantoms. Dongfang Wan'er watched helplessly as the two bastards insulted Lu Qingcheng.

Blood-red tears flowed from Dongfang Wan'er's eyes like a flood bursting its banks.

"Father, Mother, your daughter is unfilial!" Lu Qingcheng cried out in anguish, then rushed towards the wall and smashed her head against it, dying with her eyes wide open.

"Qingcheng, my daughter!" Su Yazhen fainted immediately, like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Aunt!" Dongfang Wan'er wanted to help Su Yazhen up, but her hand stopped. Blood tears kept flowing from her eyes, which were frighteningly red. In addition to pain and despair, there was also a kind of insane hatred in her eyes!

Dongfang Wan'er quietly stayed with her mother and maternal grandfather's family.

The next day, just as dawn broke, a group of people arrived. "Hey, Duke Zhenguo, it's time to set off!"

Without waiting for anyone's reaction, he led them to the execution ground.

"It's noon, time for the execution..."

"No..." Dongfang Wan'er cried out, her voice hoarse, but no one heard her!

One by one, heads fell to the ground. Dongfang Wan'er was filled with despair. Soon her soul lost consciousness and fell into endless darkness!

"Do you hate them? Do you want revenge?"

The voice kept echoing in my mind: "If you are willing to offer your soul and become my slave for all eternity, I will give you a chance to be reborn."

"Rebirth? Is that even possible?" Dongfang Wan'er sneered.

"Are you willing?!" The voice echoed.

"I'm willing!" What's so terrible about becoming a slave? She would die with regrets if she couldn't take revenge.

"Hehehehehe... I knew you'd agree... Go back now, and I'll come back for your reward once you've achieved your revenge..."

In an instant, Dongfang Wan'er's soul fell into slumber!

"Ah!" Dongfang Wan'er from the 56th century was startled awake. "My God, this dream was so real! I've been having this dream for a whole month now, and it's finally over!" Dongfang Wan'er was awakened by the last dark voice.

That sound was terrifying—dark, shrill, and in short, as awful as it could be.

Lost in thought, Dongfang Wan'er went to get a drink of water, but dropped the cup. While picking up the broken glass, she cut her finger, and blood flowed down her hand onto her bracelet. Dongfang Wan'er was completely unaware of this.

"Are you kidding me? I'm a renowned doctor from the 56th century, and I actually cut my finger on glass, and it's bleeding non-stop!" Dongfang Wan'er looked at the tiny cut on her finger, which was actually gushing blood—yes, gushing blood.

Dongfang Wan'er tried every method to stop the bleeding, but to no avail; the bleeding only intensified. "Damn it! My best years are wasted here!" With that, Dongfang Wan'er bled to death.

"It hurts, my head really hurts!" Dongfang Wan'er slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was an antique-style room!

The room was opulent, with carpets covering the floor and a screen in the middle, clearly indicating its high price.

"Where am I? Didn't I die from blood loss...?" Suddenly, Dongfang Wan'er felt waves of headache, and instantly, memories of her past and present lives came rushing back!