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

Ye Qing'an was filled with many thoughts, but she had almost figured out the situation.

She was originally the regent of the Nine Clouds Kingdom on the Xuanming Continent, but she was betrayed by her own younger brother, fell into a sea of ​​fire, and lost her life.

I don't know what happened, but I was reborn into this body.

Perhaps because the original owner's consciousness was still intact, seeing the child's worried eyes, her heart couldn't help but soften, and she simply reached out and covered the child's eyes: "Are you scared? Don't look."

"I'm not afraid." The child's voice trembled, but he still tried to remain calm: "They bullied Mother first. If Mother hadn't killed them, Mother and I would have been the ones to die! They deserved to die!"

"But with so many people dead at once, what if they get caught..."

Ye Qing'an looked at the place where Eleven had been whipped, her eyes cold: "It's good that so many people died at once. Tonight, apart from the old, weak and children, everyone else in this manor has come out in droves."

"Almost the entire village was slaughtered."

"The elderly and children were locked inside the house and didn't know what was happening."

"Everyone knows that my spiritual root is damaged and I cannot cultivate. So many people have died, yet they don't suspect me."

Moreover, this is an excellent opportunity.

This is a great opportunity to leave this awful place.

This is the Prime Minister's estate. As the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's family, even though she was sent to this estate because of her damaged spiritual root and premarital pregnancy, she is still the mistress.

But none of the people in this manor treated her as their master. Instead, they tried every means to bully her. Last night, they even tied her up and wanted all the men in the manor to humiliate her.

Without the Prime Minister's permission, she didn't think these people would dare to do this.

She could take this opportunity to leave the manor and storm back to the Prime Minister's residence.

Take back everything that rightfully belongs to her.

Ye Qing'an bent down and picked up Eleven: "We have to leave here."

“But it’s too late tonight, and it’s not safe to travel. I’ll take you back first and apply your medicine. We’ll set off as soon as it’s light.”

Nodding at eleven o'clock, she buried her head in Ye Qing'an's neck: "Okay."

They lived in a very dilapidated thatched house on the estate. The thatched house was drafty, but it was kept relatively clean.

Relying on her memory, Ye Qing'an found the ointment made from the herbs that the original owner had picked and carefully applied it to Eleven's wounds.

Those people were incredibly cruel to Eleven, a child who was only a teenager.

The child's skin was delicate, and the wound was torn open, making it look particularly horrifying.

As the ointment was applied, Eleven couldn't help but tremble several times and whimper.

Ye Qing'an quickly hugged Eleven: "I'm sorry, Eleven, please bear with it, this is the last time. Before, your mother was timid, which is why she was bullied like this. From now on, your mother will never let anyone bully you again!"

The original owner was a very patient person. From a young age, she was called a waste because she couldn't cultivate Xuanling techniques. Even an ordinary servant in the Ye family could bully, beat, and trample on her at will, but she endured it all. She was tricked into losing her virginity and becoming pregnant, but she still endured it. When she arrived at this manor, she was ostracized and humiliated by the people here, but she endured it all.

However, as he endured it, his life only got worse and worse. He couldn't even protect himself and his child, and he even lost his life when his body was possessed by that wandering ghost.

This shows that forbearance is not an option.

On the contrary, the word "forbearance" did not exist in Ye Qing'an's life.

Ye Qing'an pursed her lips and raised her head slightly. Since heaven had given her a second chance to live, she was determined to live well.

Now that she has taken over this body, she will naturally protect the people she cares about.

From that day forward, she would never allow anyone to harm her or the child.

If anyone bullies, insults, slanders, belittles, despises, hits, or scolds her, she will surely repay them tenfold or a hundredfold.

It seemed that Shiyi had finally calmed down a bit and burst into tears.

“My mother suddenly fainted earlier, and everyone said she was dead. I thought she was really dead, and I was terrified.”

"I don't want my mother to die!"

"I hate that I'm too young to protect my mother."

"I want to cultivate the Mystic Arts, I want to protect my mother."

Ye Qing'an couldn't help but be moved. Mother and son are one; they share both glory and loss.

The original owner was a coward, causing his own child to suffer all kinds of grievances and humiliation.

She absolutely could not continue like this.

"Okay, you're still young, so Mommy will protect you first."

"I'll find a way to let you learn the profound arts. When you grow up, you can protect your mother."

It was already very late at night. Eleven cried herself to sleep.

Ye Qing'an sat by the bed, still full of energy, finding it difficult to fall asleep.

In her past life, she was the regent of the Nine Clouds Kingdom, second only to the emperor. Now, she has become a useless woman living alone in a drafty thatched hut, raising her child by herself...

The contrast was so great that she couldn't help but feel a little dazed for a moment.

However, at least God has given her a second chance at life, and she will seize that opportunity.

In her past life, she was a concubine, born and raised in the palace. The palace was the most magnificent place in the world, but also the most filthy.

Although she was born of the legitimate wife, in order to survive, she had to start learning from various famous teachers from a young age, mastering everything from music, chess, calligraphy, painting, mystical arts, light footwork and hidden weapons, military strategy, medicine and poison.

She refused to believe that someone like her couldn't survive just because she moved to a different place.

However, what she is most dissatisfied with now is that her body is far too weak.

Such a body will eventually become a burden to her.

She was determined to find a way to change things.

Ye Qing'an sat cross-legged and secretly circulated his spiritual energy, but his dantian and blood vessels seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't muster any energy at all.

Ye Qing'an frowned, somewhat annoyed.

Is it possible that she really cannot cultivate?

In this place where mystical arts are revered, not being able to cultivate them would be a real problem.

As she was thinking, she faintly heard some rustling sounds.

who?

Are there still some who slipped through the net?

Ye Qing'an quickly stepped out of the thatched hut, only to witness a scene that was utterly horrifying.

A strong stench of blood permeated the air from the direction of the drying ground.

Countless streams of blood energy were drawn from the corpses, gathering together and rising into the air like a waterspout, reaching even the clouds.

Under the moonlight, in the clouds, a silver python coiled in the air, sucking up the blood essence.