Senior brother is so awesome!

The following is the main text of the novel "{?$article_title?}" ({?$jieqi_title?}) provided by {?$jieqi_sitename?}. Please enjoy! The moment her bottom touched the soft cushion, Yang Shanshan suddenly stood up, glaring at him angrily and accusingly saying, "Can you stop being so arrogant? If you keep this up, I'll be dead!"

"Cicada, what makes you say that? Who has disrespected you?" Liu Tingpei frowned, his tiger-like eyes filled with malice. The thought of someone trying to harm her made him want to tear that person to pieces!

"Yes..." Just as he was about to tell him about the fetal spirit, he thought for a moment and decided against it. The Empress would definitely be punished for it, and she would hate him even more in return. It was better to avoid trouble. After all, the Empress's scheme had not harmed her, so he did not want to mention the matter again.

"It's nothing. I just saw that you have many concubines in your harem, and I was afraid that one of them would be jealous and want to take my life." Her beautiful eyes were lowered as she looked at the brocade carpet on the ground. Her long and thick eyelashes formed a faint shadow under her eyes, and her face was full of sorrow, making her look even more pitiful.

Liu Tingpei couldn't help but sit down beside her and put his arm around her. "My Chan'er, are you doubting my abilities? Don't worry, with me here, no one will dare to touch you in the slightest."

Seeing that he didn't do anything further, she let him be. Now that she was living under someone else's roof, she had to bow her head. Thinking that today was already her second day in the palace, she wondered how her husband was doing. But every time she asked Liu Tingpei, he would become very angry, so she didn't care anymore and turned to ask, "Of course I believe you." She paused, then added, "But I want to know how my husband is doing? Now that I'm in your palace, could you release him?"

His brows furrowed into a deep frown, the raised eyebrows a sign of his anger. He released her arm, stood up, turned his back to her, and looked out at the flowers. A sinister smile appeared on his face. "Chan'er, don't be silly. Back in Xuanyuan Kingdom, I gave him a choice: you or his life. He chose for himself."

Yang Shanshan hurriedly asked, "What did he choose?" As soon as she said it, she realized that she had made a foolish mistake. Her husband was willing to live and die with her, so why would he care about her threats?

Liu Tingpei turned around, looked at her with certainty, and gently announced an answer, "Of course he chose to save his life, and when I told you that you were pregnant, did Chan'er know what he said?"

He shook his head, telling himself over and over that he was definitely making things up, but his hands unconsciously clenched tighter.

"He said that you weren't a virgin when you were with him, and the child might not even be his." He said cruelly, a mocking smile playing on his lips. His tiger-like eyes narrowed as he observed her expression. When he saw the disbelief in her eyes, he slowly pulled a shiny object from his sleeve.

The silvery sheen pierced her terrified eyes. Every inch of it bore the marks of her caresses; the smooth texture lingered between her fingers. It was the mask she had begged to remove for days, yet Liu Tingpei held it in his hands, playing with it. His nails dug deep into his palms, but she felt no pain in her numbness. Suddenly, she stood up, snatched the silver mask, and the familiar touch washed over her. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him. "You're lying to me! What can a mask prove?"

Liu Tingpei smiled faintly and remained silent. She then took out another letter with two large characters on the envelope: "Letter of Divorce!" The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, the kind of handwriting she knew best. When they first met at the inn, she spoke while he wrote, and she even admired his beautiful handwriting and wanted to sell it. Now, he was actually using it to write a letter of divorce.

Slowly opening the beige envelope, her trembling hands held the letter, too afraid to read its contents. Finally, she crumpled it into a ball and threw it at Liu Tingpei. Her small hands clenched into fists at her sides, and like a wounded leopard, she roared at him, "You're lying to me! Everything you've done is a lie!"

Liu Tingpei, his face grim, picked up the crumpled paper and read its contents aloud, word by word, "My wife, Qin Yuechan, is not only unfaithful and licentious, but also falsely claims to be named Yang Shanshan..."

She covered her ears tightly, unwilling to listen, but the deep, loud voice still echoed in her ears. The last two words, "divorce," struck her like a thunderbolt. Could so many days of living together and sleeping in each other's arms be erased by the simple words "divorce"?

"No, no, let me see him, I want to ask him myself!" She stepped forward and tightly grasped his sleeve, her small face, already streaked with tears, looking up and pleading desperately.

Looking down at her tear-streaked face, Liu Tingpei found her surprisingly beautiful, yet it also pained him. He cruelly stated the truth, "After writing the divorce papers, he was freed and ran away, leaving you only this silver mask, saying he never wanted to see you again."

Yang Shanshan's eyes widened, her tears stopped, and she looked like a lifeless doll. Her pale face uttered incredulously, "No, it's all fake." After saying that, she closed her eyes tightly, her body suddenly went limp, and she collapsed to the ground.

He quickly bent down to help her up and shouted loudly towards the door, "Summon the imperial physician!" His voice was filled with extreme tension. At that moment, he noticed a shocking trail of red blood slowly flowing from beneath her...

"Cicada!—" The man's panicked shout startled the birds on the book into flight... Through a misty haze, Yang Shanshan slowly made her way forward. "Where am I?" Shouldn't she be in the Xuanwu Kingdom's palace? Suddenly, the scenery shifted, and in the blink of an eye, she found herself in a palace. The familiar decorations and furniture reminded her that this was the place she had dreamed of several times, and there should be a man in a yellow robe here.

Just then, I heard a man crying. Following the sound into the inner hall, I saw the man in the yellow robe kneeling by the bed, wailing and lamenting his fate...

She strangely found herself experiencing a sudden, inexplicable pain in her heart. Looking towards the bed, she saw a woman lying there, covered with a bright yellow brocade quilt, her face obscured by a draped gauze curtain. She wanted to go over, but her steps felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. She heard the man continue to cry and blame himself: "Ruo'er, I shouldn't have been blinded by power, I shouldn't have sent you away... I shouldn't have let you get pregnant with another man's child! I didn't mean to hurt you, open your eyes, Ruo'er, look at me, don't leave me..."

The man's heart-wrenching cries couldn't elicit a single word from the woman. Just then, a voice suddenly sounded behind her—a woman's voice, yet it seemed to hold a thousand years of sorrow: "Are you still hoping for happiness? Hoping someone will abandon all power and wealth, take you far away from the world, and never have to worry about this mortal realm again?"

A piercing sound seemed to come from every corner behind them. The familiar feeling was like her voice, but strangely, despite its loudness, the weeping man in front of them seemed oblivious. Suddenly, amidst his sobs, he abruptly stood up, his ruthless arrogance sending a chill down Yang Shanshan's spine. He looked down at the woman lying on the bed, a vicious smile twisting his lips. "Ruo'er, who can you blame for this state? You kept saying you were loyal to me, that you would stay by my side for eternity, but you turned around and threw yourself into the arms of the Moon King! And even bore his child… You shameless, hypocritical woman!" With that, he yanked back the covers, pulled off the woman's underpants, and pressed himself against her, thrusting rhythmically while shouting, "If you don't have a child, I'll grant you one!" But the unconscious woman remained unresponsive.

Her heart ached so much she couldn't breathe; the extreme suffocation made her feel like her lungs were about to explode...

At this moment, a plaintive female voice rang out, "You saw it all? This is your past life. He was the emperor, and you were the imperial concubine. But he gave you to the enemy country for a few cities! That's how men are. For power and for the ambition to unify the world, they can abandon the woman they love most. Don't be delusional. All men in the world are the source of evil. All they want is your beautiful body and your stunningly beautiful face."

"Then what should I do? And who are you?" Yang Shanshan asked, suppressing the knife-like pain in her heart.

"Hehehe, you will naturally understand who I am when the time comes. But now that you have lost your child, you are free from all ties and can do whatever you want."

With a jolt, her mind was overwhelmed by the thought of "losing her child," and she couldn't think straight for a long time before she came to her senses and burst out cursing, "What nonsense are you spouting! My baby is perfectly fine in my belly! I have no grudge against you, so don't curse him!"

"Idiot, suppose you lost your child, what would you do?" At this moment, the man and woman in front of her disappeared, and suddenly a scene appeared in the mist, like a large screen.

On the screen, Liu Tingpei's face appeared, showing her lying unconscious on the bed, her face full of worry as she held her hand, her lips moving as if she were saying something. The scene suddenly changed, and they were on a high city wall. Liu Tingpei, dressed in a magnificent palace gown, stood there holding herself, looking down at the city below. A massive army of millions had surrounded the capital of Xuanwu Kingdom. Below the city wall, the marshals of the four kingdoms were actually her senior brothers! Each of them was mounted on horseback, clad in armor and exuding murderous intent, shouting something at the two on the city wall. Liu Tingpei glanced at her triumphantly, then jumped off the wall with her in his arms. She was unwilling, but Liu Tingpei whispered in her ear, "What I can't have, I'd rather destroy." There was no excruciating pain upon landing. She suddenly opened her eyes and was still in that space filled with smoke.

She clenched her teeth, trying to stop her body from trembling, but the real aura of death seemed to linger around her.

"This is what will happen from now on, but you are fortunate enough to witness it, and there is still room for change." The ethereal voice held a hint of resentment. "Do you understand? Men never consider a woman's feelings, they will even take you with them to the grave. Do you know what will happen to your six senior brothers next?"

"I don't want to know! Let me go, I want to leave this place!" she roared, but her body wouldn't move. She was so scared, so very scared...

"I'm doing this for your own good." As soon as the words were spoken, the image reappeared on the big screen. Everywhere you looked was dazzling red, and there were occasional noises. In the brightly lit hall of the mansion, guests were gathered. Someone shouted, "The bride has arrived!"

At this moment, a man in a red wedding robe ran forward and took the hand of the beautiful, shy bride. Why did his figure seem so familiar? Turning around abruptly, she saw Chen Zhi's face behind a silver mask, his eyes filled with tenderness, a gentle smile playing on his lips—a lifetime of tenderness for women. The scene that followed was of several of her senior brothers getting married, each scene filled with joyous celebration, each bride with a radiant smile, each a scene of enviable happiness.

These scenes were like a dull knife, cutting her heart mercilessly, leaving it bloody and mangled...

She didn't know when, but her face was already soaked with tears, and the strength that had been binding her body vanished silently. Suddenly, she collapsed to the ground, her body weak, clutching her heart and crying her heart out. She was in so much pain. She wanted to escape them, so why did seeing them get married and be happy as if nothing had happened after her death cause her such heartache? Why did they all treat her like a precious treasure, only to turn around and marry someone else?

Sumeru's voice rang out again, "Don't even think about happiness. You are cursed to suffer the torment of love and the abandonment of your loved ones for all eternity! You can never escape it, unless..."

"Unless what?" Numb eyes were empty and unfocused.

"Unless you are heartless and sever all ties with this world, why should they be able to toy with you and manipulate you at will? If you are willing, I will surely help you turn the world upside down and seize control of it, making all the men in the world bow down to you!" The owner of the voice was filled with boundless resentment.

"What good will that do you?" she asked, clenching her fists and her beautiful eyes filled with resentment.

"Still don't understand? I am the vengeful spirit formed from your resentment over hundreds of years. You have been hurt and abandoned time and time again, and I have become stronger and stronger. But you have ignored my warnings every time. If you are still stubborn in this life, your soul will go to the eighteenth level of hell after death, suffer endless torment and be unable to reincarnate! Why are they free and unrestrained in the world, while you have to die with your eyes open?"

Yang Shanshan's fingernails dug into the tender flesh of her palm, and the bright red blood flowed like a crimson wedding dress. "Chen Zhi, oh Chen Zhi, why did you abandon me? And my fellow disciples, why did you drive me to my death without helping me, and then marry someone else after I'm gone..."

"Think it over carefully. Do you want to live a life of extraordinary talent and unparalleled beauty, or become a victim of the struggle for supremacy among the five kingdoms?"

Suddenly, everything went dark. She opened her eyes abruptly and heard Liu Tingpei's delighted voice in her ear, "Chan'er is awake? It's good that you're awake, it's good."

The first thing she did upon waking was to touch her lower abdomen, but she couldn't feel any signs of life and painfully closed her eyes.

"Don't be sad, Chan'er. You can have another child. It's just that we weren't meant to be," he said gently. But she heard a hint of joy in his words. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked at him with a sharp, piercing gaze. She said coldly, "You're happy? Is it what you wanted?"

Liu Tingpei noticed her unusual behavior, her eyes filled with deep resentment and murderous intent. He paused in his grip on her hand, thinking that she had changed her mind because of the loss of her child. He quickly explained, "Don't overthink it, Chan'er. Although you didn't lose my child, if you are in such pain, it will make me feel bad too."

He closed his eyes, pulled his hand away, and coldly dismissed her, "You can leave now. I want to be alone." Her icy voice seemed to come from hell, leaving him puzzled and unable to understand. Her behavior was strange; shouldn't she be heartbroken and crying? Why was she so calm? Although he had many questions in his mind, he still gave a few instructions to the maid and turned to leave.

She was left alone in the room. Recalling the words of the vengeful spirit in that eerie space, she realized she had indeed lost her child due to excessive grief. Even Liu Tingpei's actions after waking up were exactly the same as hers, meaning that soon a massive army of millions would be pressing in, and she, bound by the deposed emperor Liu Tingpei, would jump off the city wall to commit suicide! No, she couldn't follow the original path; she had to change her fate, she couldn't let herself be manipulated like this anymore!

The once clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and soon thunder and lightning brought torrential rain. The rumbling thunder seemed to announce the arrival of a wicked queen in a chaotic world, and at the same time, the beginnings of the queen's rule were being unveiled...

Meanwhile, several men scattered across various countries suddenly felt a strange jolt, instinctively sensing that it was related to their most beloved person.

At Xianyun Pavilion on Sanqing Mountain, Ye Xianqing, with his ethereal and otherworldly air, stood in a white robe under the eaves, watching the lightning flash across the sky. His eyes were filled with worry, and he sighed inwardly, "As expected, what is destined to happen will happen. The cause sown hundreds of years ago is now bearing fruit, and no one can stop it..."

After the mistress of Fengchen Palace suffered a miscarriage due to excessive grief, she closed her doors to visitors and refused to let anyone see her. Even Emperor Liu Tingpei was locked out. He understood her pain of losing her child and did not want to force her to be with him. Of course, he also had to deal with the endless affairs of state, which made him unable to care for her. The other four countries were all making moves, and the spearheads were all pointing at Xuanwu Kingdom. A great war was inevitable.

Half a month later, the Fengchen Palace finally opened its gates. When Liu Tingpei, who had been invited, saw the alluring woman on the large bed, he froze on the spot, his eyes fixed on the naked woman on the bed. She was only wearing a thin veil on her lower body—no, a thin veil wrapped around her. Her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, covering the beautiful scenery of her chest. Her curvaceous figure seemed even more perfect than before, and her whole body exuded a faint glow. Her small, pointed face was full of charm, her red lips were slightly parted, and her half-closed eyes seemed to hold a pool of water. It was impossible to see the clear black and white of her eyes. Her features seemed even more perfect. Her original innocence was gone, leaving only an alluring charm, like a fairy who came out of the forest, tempting passers-by to take away their life.

Seeing Liu Tingpei standing there in amazement, Qin Yuechan smiled faintly, her red lips curving into a seductive smile. She got out of bed gracefully, her bare feet stepping on the carpet, and walked towards him with alluring swaying steps. As she walked, the alluring white gauze wrapped around her slender figure fell to the ground. Liu Tingpei stared at her naked, perfect body with burning eyes, feeling his mind collapse.

Her small hand caressed his cheek, and she softly parted her lips: "Are you afraid of me, Your Majesty?" Her light voice was as soft as a feather, teasing his heart. He could no longer control his burning desire, and he swept her up in his arms and threw her onto the bed. He quickly stripped off his clothes and climbed onto her body.

The room was filled with enchanting beauty, a scene of boundless springtime allure. The melodious sounds of soft moans drifted out of the palace, captivating all who heard them…