Beast Taming Mad Concubine: The Useless Young Lady is Back!

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In the middle of the village, countless people held torches and surrounded the threshing ground.

"No, no, Mother! Let go of my mother!"

Several men dragged out a woman with stunning looks and figure, grinning maliciously. They laughed and said, "No wonder she's a pampered young lady from a wealthy family. After all these years on the estate, her skin is still as smooth as tofu."

"It's your good fortune that the steward has taken a liking to you. If you serve him well, your life will be easier."

"But you refused to comply and even dared to injure the manager."

“Take off all her clothes and tie her to that pillar, and all the men in the village will take turns having their way with her.”

“All the women, take a whip each and lash them hard!”

"Hahaha, I've disliked her for a long time. She's a shameless woman no one wants, yet she flaunts her seductive face all day long."

The woman being dragged out looked utterly desperate, frantically shaking her head: "No, I'm the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's mansion, don't touch me!"

"Hahaha, so-called the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's mansion?"

"He's nothing but a useless piece of trash with damaged spiritual roots, unable to cultivate! Look at you, all these years you've been on the estate, has the Prime Minister's mansion ever paid you any attention?"

"She's already open her legs to men before marriage, pregnant out of wedlock, and the child is already so big. What's with all the chastity and virtue she's pretending to be?"

"Take off her clothes! Strip her naked!"

Several men squatted down with sinister smiles, reaching their hands to her chest and waist, about to tear her clothes open.

Ye Qing'an suddenly rammed her head against the nearest man's forehead, and while they were still reacting, she scrambled to her feet and rushed over to hug her child.

"Eleven, no..."

With a loud thud, Ye Qing'an's body fell straight down.

……

"died?"

"Damn it, we haven't even started having fun yet."

"Who cares? With that skin and that figure, I'd rather die than let her go."

A splitting headache.

Countless fragmented images kept drilling into my mind.

"Royal sister, please don't blame me. It's not that I'm heartless. You're just a woman, and even if you're a princess, you're not qualified to be regent... It's one thing for you to become the regent princess, but you've handled everything so well that all the officials in the court admire you. But I am the emperor!"

"A person who is completely incapable of cultivation is a piece of trash! My Ye family, a century-old family of Xuanmen, has produced such a piece of trash as you. You are a disgrace to my Ye family!"

"Go to hell! Royal sister, only when you die can this throne truly belong to me, and only to me!"

"Ye Qing'an! Speak! Whose child is this bastard in your belly? If you want to keep this bastard, get out of the Ye family! The Ye family has no daughter as shameless as you!"

"..."

Amidst a cacophony of sounds, it took Ye Qing'an a while to gradually come to her senses...

Her name was Ye Qing'an. She was originally the regent of the Nine Clouds Kingdom on the Xuanming Continent. However, she was killed by her own younger brother and plunged into a sea of ​​fire.

Flames raged everywhere, her entire body was scorched, and a huge log was pressing down on her. Black smoke filled her vision, obscuring everything, and smoke kept pouring into her nose, eyes, and throat, causing her unbearable pain...

But another memory keeps flooding into my mind...

Tianlong Continent.

Siyou Kingdom.

Ye Qing'an is the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Ye Qinghao.

Her spiritual root was damaged, making her unable to cultivate and considered a waste. Because of her, her birth mother, although the legal wife, was not favored. Later, she finally became pregnant again, but died in childbirth while giving birth to her younger brother.

She was beaten and abused by everyone in the mansion. On the day she came of age, she was tricked into losing her virginity, and she became pregnant after that one time.

Because she couldn't bear to part with the child in her womb, Ye Qing'an was expelled from the Ye family and placed on a manor where she stayed for several years.

Before she could even review all her memories, she suddenly felt a pair of hands touch her waist, accompanied by disgusting and obscene words: "Your waist is so thin, I'm afraid I might accidentally break it."

Who is touching her?

court death!

"Mother! Let go of my mother!" The child's heart-wrenching cries rang out.

Immediately following was the sound of a whip striking flesh, and the child screamed in terror, "Ah!"

"You bastard, don't rush. After we're done having our fun, we'll send you to be buried with your mother."

child!

Ye Qing'an felt as if her heart was being tightly gripped and torn apart, causing her severe pain.

Only one thought remained in her mind: if anyone dared to harm her child, she would make sure they died a horrible death!

She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the scene before her. On top of her was a slightly obese middle-aged man with yellow teeth and a ferocious smile.

There were also people surrounding it in circles.

Not far away, two people were holding up a four or five-year-old child, while another person was holding a whip and hitting the child repeatedly.

her child...

"woke up!"

A look of delight flashed across the face of the man lying on top of her: "I knew it, you were faking your death, weren't you?"

"It's more fun to play with something that's still alive."

"It can shout and yell."

Ye Qing'an moved her hand. There was nothing around her. She raised her hand and touched her head, and touched the hairpin she used to fasten her hair.

Her eyes were icy cold as she sneered, "You like shouting and yelling so much? I'll give you a chance!"

After she finished speaking, she plunged the hairpin in her hand directly into the man's neck.

Blood splattered out.

"Ah!" the man cried out in surprise, his eyes widening as he fell off her and to the ground, instantly becoming still.

Ye Qing'an stood up and sneered, "That does sound quite nice."

The others were stunned to find that Ye Qing'an had actually come back to life and was even able to kill people.

After a long pause, someone finally reacted: "Murder! Murder! She killed the manager! We can't let her get away with this! Attack..."

Everyone swarmed around Ye Qing'an.

A bloodthirsty smile flashed across Ye Qing'an's face: "You won't let me go?"

"Fine, I'd like to see how you're going to stop me!"

She had barely finished speaking when she was no longer there.

The crowd only caught a glimpse of a blur as it darted through the crowd. Before they could react, they belatedly noticed a slight chill on their necks.

"Grab her! Kill her..."

Before he could finish speaking, people on the drying ground began to fall to the ground one after another.

Those who had fallen to the ground all stared wide-eyed, seemingly still unable to comprehend what had happened.

In the blink of an eye, only one man remained.

The man stood in front of the child, holding a whip, his hand still raised.

He stared blankly at the pile of corpses before him, and finally came to his senses.

"He's gone mad! He's gone mad!" he shouted as he ran outside.

Ye Qing'an didn't move. A hairpin flew straight towards him and pierced the back of his head.

With a thud, the man's body fell straight down.

Looking at the corpses strewn all over the ground, Ye Qing'an finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground.

This body is far too weak...

Suddenly her hand was grabbed, and Ye Qing'an instinctively tried to shake it off, but when she turned her head, she saw a little face covered in tears: "Mother, are you alright?"