《The Reborn Saintess's Revenge》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 9 章

The instant the Seventh Prince, Weston Grey, said this, the great hall fell into dead silence.Blood dripped from his palm, and the crimson snake coiled around Rose Winslet's wrist lapped it up greedily.Weston's gaze swept past the crowd and landed on me, daring me to react."Father, I'll give up my entire military command. I only want to marry Rose as my primary wife!"Understanding settled over me at once, and I nearly laughed out loud.So he'd been reborn too."Monica Winslet."The King, seated high on his throne, frowned slightly and broke the hall's dead silence. "You and Weston have been engaged since childhood. Now that he insists on marrying your cousin, what do you have to say?"Every eye in the room turned to me at once.As far as they were concerned, I was about to become a woman publicly jilted by a crippled prince.Weston stared at me without blinking, the corner of his mouth curling into a barely visible sneer.I drew a slow breath and bowed low, deeply respec

Half a month later, the royal spring hunt convened at the Western Hills preserve, right on schedule.For generations, this had been the moment when the royal family showed off its might and the princes vied for the King's favor.In my last life, Weston, crippled in both legs, had spent that day being mocked and jeered at by every relative in the royal clan while stuck in his wheelchair.It was only because I'd secretly driven a pack of wolves to bring down a rare white tiger for him that he'd taken first place and won the King's attention.This time, he couldn't wait to prove his own judgment had been right, and he'd spent the whole morning loudly touting Rose's reputation as the "Saintess.""Father, as the Southlands Saintess, Rose can command every beast alive." Weston sat in his wheelchair, pale-faced but with a strange, fevered gleam in his eyes. "I can't hunt on horseback myself today, but Rose is willing to stand in for me and give Father a spectacle: every beast in the fore

The assembled ministers erupted at once. A wave of pointing fingers and murmurs washed over Rose.Weston stared at Rose's bare wrist, his eyes bulging.His mouth hung open like a dying fish, his whole face slack with disbelief."Impossible... this is impossible..." he muttered, as if his entire faith had just collapsed.Having delivered its bite, the serpent released its grip in disgust and slithered leisurely toward the crowd.The onlookers scrambled back in terror.But it made straight for me instead, and stopped at my feet.All its aggression gone, it nuzzled the hem of my skirt with its cool head, gentle as a docile kitten, then coiled contentedly at my feet.Under the shocked stares of everyone present, I slowly rolled up my right sleeve.Sunlight poured down.There, on my pale wrist, was the golden serpent mark I'd been born with, coiling like a living thing, suddenly bared to the open air.It gleamed in the sunlight, radiating an ancient authority that made people wan

"I'm not just jealous. I want to kill someone." Roman's fingers traced lightly over the golden serpent mark on my wrist, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes. "Our spies report that Weston isn't willing to just sit and wait for death. He's secretly conspired with Southlands rebels hiding in the capital. They mean to storm the palace and seize the throne on the day of our wedding."I arched an eyebrow, not particularly surprised.Weston was a venomous snake through and through. As long as he wasn't dead yet, he'd always find a way to bite back."Where's he getting the nerve for this?" I asked."He's turned Rose into a cursed puppet." Roman's voice went icy.The Southlands had a forbidden ritual, uniquely vicious even by their standards: soaking a person in a vat of a hundred poisons for forty-nine days while cursed insects ate away at their brain.Anyone who survived it lost all sense of pain and reason, transformed into a killing machine that obeyed only its master, every

I rose to my feet and brushed my hands off in disgust."Bring her in."The iron door of the cell swung open.A few guards dragged in something that barely resembled a human being, chained in iron.It was Rose.Her body was covered in weeping sores, her features rotted away entirely, her eyes hollow and vacant. She was letting out mindless, beast-like snarls.Weston had finished refining her into a cursed puppet, a creature that felt no pain and carried lethal poison in every inch of her body.The instant Weston saw her, he recoiled in terror, scrambling backward. "Keep her away from me! Get that monster out of here!"I watched them both with cold, unfeeling eyes."In your last life, you believed she was innocent, and that I was the one who destroyed her."This time, I asked Prince Roman specifically to build a Serpent Pit beneath this very prison, ten times larger than the one from your last life."I raised a hand, and the guards triggered the mechanism hidden in the wall.