“Sister, didn’t you used to flaunt your status as the legitimate daughter of the General’s Manor, looking down on everyone? And now, aren’t you kneeling before me like a dog, begging me to spare your child, to spare you? Ha... Guards, skin this little bastard alive and tear him apart, so their lovely mother can have a good look!” The sound of her child’s anguished screams pierced her eardrums, the sharp stench of blood stabbed through her heart. The husband she had loved for ten years merely held his new wife in his arms and watched with cold indifference. When her child’s life faded and flesh was torn from bone, her heart turned to ashes, and her eyes brimmed with endless hatred! She picked up the dagger, still slick with her son’s blood, and plunged it into her own heart without hesitation. Her sorrowful laughter bloomed as brilliantly as a poppy: “Lu Anrong, Leng Yiyun, I, Leng Yiran, swear upon my heart’s blood—if there is a next life, I will never forget the vengeance of this day. I will break your bones and sinews and make sure you die in misery!” Once her soul was lost to the darkness, she was reborn in the body of the eldest miss of the Ye family. Fifteen years ago, kindness brought her only ruin, all because of those wretched people! In this lifetime, Leng Yiran will drag every enemy who humiliated and betrayed her down into the abyss, and avenge her poor child! A detestable nephew? She’ll see his legs shattered! A malicious niece? She’ll destroy her reputation! A heartless husband? He’ll be forced to kneel and beg for mercy! A venomous elder sister? She’ll make sure she dies a miserable death! As for anyone else who dares to cross her, she will drag them all to hell if she must! She thought she would spend the rest of her days with only her daughter, calling each other sisters and getting by in peace. Yet, he unexpectedly barged into her life, and his fierce pursuit left her defenseless, her heart melting against her will...
Crescent Moon Kingdom. Moon City. Prime Minister’s Residence.
Night.
“Sister, I beg you, for the sake of the shared blood that runs through your veins and theirs, please spare the children! They are innocent. If you want the position of the main wife, I will give it to you—just please, spare my children...”
The desperate, heart-wrenching cries echoed through the small courtyard. A woman in a white dress knelt on the ground, pleading bitterly. In front of her stood another woman, idly picking at her nails, looking down at her with utter disdain and a triumphant gleam in her eyes. The kneeling woman continued to kowtow, hope lighting her gaze, as she begged for mercy for her two children.
A few steps away, a boy’s hands were bound and strung up between two wooden posts. He was bare, his throat already hoarse from crying. Terror filled his young eyes, and his small body trembled uncontrollably.
Next to the posts, another woman clutched an infant in swaddling clothes.
“Sister, weren’t you always so arrogant, flaunting your status as the general’s legitimate daughter? And now? Now you kneel before me like a dog, begging me to spare those bastard children of yours. How could I, as your elder sister, let them live and be the subject of ridicule?”
“The position of main wife? Do you think I need you to grant it to me? Sister, take a good look at the situation. Stop pretending to condescend and offer me charity. You are in no position to do so.”
“Look—what is this? The ink is barely dry!” The woman drew a paper from her bosom. Two b