Reborn Fairy Wife Takes Me on a Gaggle-Fire rampage

Inside the antique-style room, an elderly man with a weathered face and flowing white beard stood before an exquisite incense burner. He held a slender stick of sandalwood incense, gently lit it, and placed it into the burner. Instantly, wisps of smoke rose, drifting slowly in the air like a thin veil.

Meanwhile, Mu Chen, who was sitting to the side, suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him for some reason. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and eventually, unable to resist the sleepiness, he gradually drifted into a drowsy state.

As Mu Chen slept, a wondrous dream unfolded. In this dream, Wen Shu was transformed into an incomparably noble royal princess. However, this princess's fate was filled with hardships and helplessness.

It turns out that Wen Shu's incompetent and decadent father, who indulged in wine and women all day long, made a heartbreaking decision without hesitation when faced with a tense border war and a country on the verge of collapse—sending his beautiful and beloved daughter to a distant foreign land for a political marriage! This decision was undoubtedly a cruel blow to Wen Shu.

The general in charge of escorting this marriage procession was none other than the princess's childhood sweetheart, with whom she had known each other since infancy and grown up together. They shared a deep affection and countless beautiful memories, but fate played a cruel trick on them, forcing this brave and skilled general to shoulder the heavy responsibility of escorting his beloved to marry into a foreign land.

But who could have imagined that the enemy nation had no genuine intention of quelling the war through a marriage alliance? They merely wanted to use the princess as a hostage to blackmail Wen Shu's country, and even wantonly insulted this noble princess. The poor princess was thus forced into a terrible conspiracy...

Just as the princess was in grave danger, the general learned of the situation. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and single-handedly led the princess away from the marriage procession. However, how could one man possibly contend with an enemy army of thousands?

After a fierce battle, despite the general's bravery and fearlessness, he was ultimately outnumbered. In the face of death, he fought with all his might to protect the princess, but tragically died on the battlefield. Seeing the general lying in a pool of blood, the princess was devastated.

The princess, heartbroken at the loss of her beloved, resolutely donned the magnificent wedding gown originally intended for her marriage alliance and chose to follow the general in death, expressing her unwavering loyalty to love through her tragic end.

After the princess died, her blood flowed out like a red river, quickly staining the phoenix crown she wore. The magnificent phoenix crown, which had once shone with gold and been inlaid with jewels, was now dyed a shocking crimson, like a blood-red flower blooming on the edge of death.

The princess's resentment was so profound that a wisp of her soul hid within the blood-stained phoenix crown. From that time onward, no matter how many years passed, the crown could never regain its original color, forever retaining that chilling crimson hue. And as time went by, the crown wandered from place to place, constantly being moved and relocated.

However, the wisp of soul hidden within the phoenix crown did not dissipate. Instead, over the long course of time, it gradually took shape, coalescing into a body identical to the princess's in life. Her face remained as beautiful and captivating as ever, but her eyes revealed a deep resentment and anger.

Driven by her immense power and burning resentment, this woman, the embodiment of a princess's spirit, embarked on a path of revenge. She single-handedly devastated the entire nation, plunging the enemy country into chaos and disaster. People feared and loathed her, calling her a "femme fatale who brought ruin to the country."

Although she successfully overthrew the enemy nation and avenged her blood feud, the deep pain and loneliness in her heart remained unresolved. She knew she had forever lost the chance to return to a normal life, was unable to reincarnate, and would never see the person she once loved again. Ultimately, heartbroken and disillusioned, she chose to once again hide within that phoenix crown filled with blood and resentment, disappearing without a trace…

At that moment, the vengeful spirit recognized Wen Shu at a glance, and a strong desire ignited in its heart, eager to merge with Wen Shu. However, Wen Shu no longer lacked that missing soul, causing the vengeful spirit's wish to vanish instantly.

The vengeful spirit could hardly accept such a cruel reality. She began to constantly recall past memories, trying to trap Wen Shu with them. Those beautiful times surged into her mind like a tide, appearing again and again in Wen Shu's mind.

Just then, Mu Chen suddenly burst in. The moment the vengeful spirit saw Mu Chen, it was as if she had traveled back in time. What she saw was no longer the Mu Chen of today, but the dashing general of yesteryear—the boy she deeply loved, her childhood sweetheart. When the vengeful spirit learned that he had already entered the cycle of reincarnation, the emotions deep within her surged forth like a burst dam. She couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke Mu Chen's face, feeling that long-lost warmth and familiarity.

As time passed, the resentment in the vengeful spirit's heart gradually dissipated, and her figure became increasingly blurred, eventually vanishing without a trace like smoke. At the same time, Wen Shu still wore the blood-red phoenix crown, constantly muttering to herself, repeatedly recounting her past experiences.

Looking at the scene before him, Mu Chen felt a deep sense of pity welling up in his heart. Wen Shu's face was haggard, her eyes were vacant, and she was muttering incomprehensible words. He walked softly towards her, as if afraid of disturbing this already fragile woman.

As he approached, Mu Chen reached out and gently removed the heavy phoenix crown from Wen Shu's head, as if handling a rare treasure. At that moment, a miracle occurred—Wen Shu, who had been in a frenzied state and constantly muttering, suddenly quieted down, as if under a spell.

The phoenix crown, radiating an eerie crimson light, slipped silently from Mu Chen's hand like a falling leaf, landing steadily in the hands of the mysterious old man who had been waiting for a long time.

Wen Shu woke up before Mu Chen. Seeing this, the old man quickly handed the phoenix crown to Wen Shu and solemnly instructed her, "Young lady, you must take good care of this phoenix crown! It contains a piece of your soul. If you encounter danger or hardship, it will naturally come out to protect you and ensure your safety." After saying this, the old man turned to look at the still unconscious Mu Chen, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.