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The Oath of Defiance
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What kind of bad luck is it to get water stuck in your teeth?
It's simply the worst luck imaginable!
The powerful Father Liu named her Liu Ruoruo in hopes that she would grow up to be a remarkable woman, making significant contributions to her country and its people.
Yet, this young lady seemed cursed from the start. She nearly choked to death while drinking water, almost got hit by a car while driving, tripped and fell while walking, and nearly drowned while swimming... For years, the staunch atheist Father Liu, desperate for his only daughter's safety, reluctantly sought help from the "gods" — he called upon the Strongest Fortune Teller in History to change her fate.
The master, wearing thick glasses with five centimeters of prescription for severe myopia, scrutinized Liu Ruoruo from head to toe before sighing, “This girl is destined not to live past eighteen.”
Liu Ruoruo had quietly endured eighteen years of misfortune, yet she maintained an optimistic spirit akin to a resilient little bug. On her eighteenth birthday, for the first time from eight in the morning until three in the afternoon, nothing unfortunate happened. She thought to herself that the fortune teller's curse was just an attempt to bring her bad luck.
With a loud "smack," she slammed her hand on the table, rolled her eyes, and stood up haughtily to leave.
At that moment, her right foot caught on the hem of her exquisite purple gown, causing her to lean forward and smash her forehead onto the hard marble floor.
In an instant, blood flowed like a river across the ground.
In the final second of Liu Ruoruo's brief and tragic life, she struggled to turn over, staring wide-eyed at the bright ceiling as she screamed with all her might the last three words of the Twenty-First Century — "What a scam!"
As Liu Ruoruo slowly opened her eyes, she found herself in a rather bizarre scene.
In an ancient-style room, fragrant smoke wafted from a delicate bronze incense burner. Beautifully embroidered Jiangnan silk hung gracefully from intricately carved nanmu railings, while men and women dressed in brocade garments wept on the floor.
"Your Highness... Why did you leave us?!"
"Woohoo, my prince! I will definitely kill that little vixen Feng Chen to avenge you!"
Liu Ruoruo initially did not want to disturb the group of people who were crying their hearts out, but after lying on the bed for a while and seeing no signs of them calming down—completely embodying the spirit of Lady Meng Jiang, who vowed not to stop crying until the Great Wall fell—she finally couldn't hold back any longer. She sat up in bed, cleared her throat, and said, "Can anyone tell me where this is?"
The sound of crying abruptly ceased, and a dozen pairs of eyes turned to stare at Liu Ruoruo. The air was so silent it was terrifying; one could almost hear the faintest breaths of the crowd.
Suddenly, someone screamed in terror, "It's a zombie..." The crowd instantly panicked, rushing for the door, which creaked ominously as it was slammed open. Confused, Liu Ruoruo approached the door, only to be suddenly yanked back by a pair of hands reaching in from outside.
"You’re not dead!" The voice was filled with venom, and Liu Ruoruo was taken aback by the beauty of the person who had spoken.
He wore a flowing red robe that seemed to blaze like fire, exuding an alluring beauty. His sharp eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and his fair skin glistened with a sheen that caught the light. In his furious eyes, it seemed as if a flower made of flames was blooming. He gripped Liu Ruoruo's wrist and twisted it violently, causing her to scream like a pig being slaughtered.
"It hurts!" Liu Ruoruo cried out.
"You know pain? Murong Xue, why are you still alive?! You harmed Feng Chen! I will kill you!" The man spat out fiercely as he tightened his grip around her neck.
What a fate! Just coming back to life and already facing death again!
Liu Ruoruo felt tears welling up as she struggled desperately against his hold.
Just when she felt she could no longer breathe, the group that had fled earlier rushed back from all directions, pulling the violent man away from her with frantic hands.
Amidst the chaos, they shouted at the enraged beauty, "Your Highness, please calm down! If you kill the prince, you won't survive either!"
"Whether I live or die doesn't matter; I want to kill him to avenge Chen!"
Dazed and disoriented from being choked, Liu Ruoruo was helped to her feet. As her gaze met that of the man’s filled with hatred, she felt a shiver run through her entire body.
Under the detailed narration of her personal maid, Mo Ying, Liu Ruoruo wilted like a frostbitten eggplant.
It turned out that the Murong Dynasty was a world where women held power over men, though childbirth was still the responsibility of women.
By a twist of fate, Liu Ruoruo's soul had crossed over into the body of the worst woman in the Murong Dynasty.
Murong Xue, the youngest daughter of the Ninth Prince, was favored by the Queen.
This woman had a vile personality, enjoyed abducting handsome men, and employed brutal methods. She had even caused the deaths of several delicate beauties, leaving everyone in the dynasty too afraid to voice their anger, lest they offend this calamity.
The Red-Clad Beauty was Murong Xue's legitimate wife, Feng Lan, the eldest son of the Prime Minister.
This marriage was granted by imperial decree from the Empress. Despite Murong Xue's usual desire to possess every handsome man she laid eyes on, she did not torment Feng Lan; instead, she treated him with indifference.
The incident began when Feng Chen, the second son of the the Feng Family, came to visit Feng Lan and unfortunately stumbled upon Murong Xue in a moment of lustful intent.
Murong Xue concocted a scheme to drug him in order to possess him, while Feng Chen drew a dagger, vowing to resist at all costs and even willing to take his own life.
In their struggle, the dagger unexpectedly pierced Murong Xue's heart.
And so, Liu Ruoruo found herself transported into this chaotic situation.
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