บททั้งหมดของ Villain Princess: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

A disgusting and pungent smell had filled the air. The sound of wailing showed that a cruel slaughter was going on. The sound of knives and swords cutting through people’s body had shocked everyone. The number of corpses on the ground kept increasing, and they were about to pile up like a hill. There seemed to be nothing left but the color of red in this world, dyeing the mansion of the Mengs, where once lived the most prosperous and richest family in Huaiyang City. A royal edict was announced to the public - the Mengs was in treacherous collusion with foreign kingdoms. They forged the former king’s last royal edict and tried to break the laws. They had committed unforgivable sins, and the entire clan of the Mengs should be executed. But the new king was about to ascend the throne. He was merciful, so he spared the daughters of the Mengs and allowed them to work in brothels while others should all be executed. Last night, Meng Xi, the eldest daught

“No, I just didn’t expect it to be you.” Looking at Young Master Jin, Meng Xi also felt somewhat strange. Young Master Jin had always been like her friend. He was even the matchmaker who helped her chase after King Yun. But now they met again after a long time in such a place. Destiny really played with them! “If it’s against your will, I will leave,” said he quickly. Observing her expression, he was afraid of her being upset. “It’s okay. Maybe you’re the best choice.” A trace of self-deprecation appeared in Meng Xi’s eyes. Standing up in her seductive gauze dress, she seemed even more tempting in the candlelight at night. Meng Xi walked slowly to Young Master Jin and forced herself into his embrace with her body trembling nonstop.Holding the girl he had long desired, Young Master Jin carried her up, closed the door behind him, and put her on the bed. He then got on top of her. But at this moment, he still respectfully a

After two years, King Yun gradually arranged his men into the Congress. He regained control of the entire Kingdom of Yun and sent his mother, the Empress Dowager, to a nunnery. He killed the Prime Minister and other men who ever had a relationship with his mother. King Yun’s brothers and sisters dared not make trouble again. He finally became the real king of the Kingdom of Yun. He was now the powerful King Yun. A carriage taking his mother left Huaiyang City slowly. The young king stood on the gate tower, yelling like a madman. “Ah... Ah... Ah...” His voice spread far away. King Yun laughed. He had been suppressed these years. He had been bearing patiently and acting these years discreetly. It wasn’t until this moment that he felt the air was fresh. Finally, he was truly free. No one could threaten and control him in this kingdom. He was not anxious to deal with his brothers and sisters who had framed him. When his kingdom was stable and everythin

That was the end of Meng Xi’s story. Her name “Xi” meant “tides”. From her innocent childhood to the sweet first love, from bearing the pain of seeing loved ones killed to killing herself in despair, her life went through ups and downs, just like tides coming in and going out. King Yun was the man Meng Xi loved the most, yet he hurt her the deepest. In fact, his possessive love ruined her whole life. It was true that there were sweet moments, but what prevailed was still suffering and sadness.Until the end, Meng Xi chose her path to death instead of getting back to King Yun. However, as she left all her agony behind, her daughter Shui Yinzhu had to bear more. She was only nine years old when her parents were killed and her homeland was destroyed. Wu Nian was overwhelmed by all kinds of emotions for a while. He never thought that his mother, who had always been smiling and kind, had such a painful experience. Wu Nian just remembered th

A carriage was traveling slowly on the road back to Huaiyang City. Winding mountain roads were on both sides. It would take at least half a month to reach Huaiyang City. But the people in the carriage seemed not in a hurry, making it move slowly and steadily. The carriage was not large, just a normal wooden one but a bit shabby. It made a creaking sound while moving forward all the way. The coachman was an old guy with a lot of white beards but little hair on his head. He drove the horse slowly in front of the carriage. A man and a woman were sitting in this ordinary carriage that no one would pay attention to. The man was handsome and righteous with a pair of calm and elegant eyes. He kept staring at the woman in his arms. The woman in his arms wore a white dress. She wore a simple pearl hairpin on her plain hair bun. However, it did not affect how beautiful she looked. This woman had a delicate and small face with a pair of pure and