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In the vast Prime Minister's Residence, Tang Leran, a person with a damaged dantian, had long been regarded as a waste, undoubtedly a disgrace to her family.
However, her survival relied entirely on the protection of the family elder, her grandfather. A sharp pain made Tang Leran involuntarily gasp, collapsing to the ground as her complex gaze fixed on the corner of the table ahead.
She had never anticipated that she would traverse into a fantastical world, but for her, regardless of where she found herself, survival was paramount.
As Tang Leran was lost in thought, suddenly, the purplish-red birthmark on her face seemed to come alive, beginning to writhe as its color brightened and became glaringly vivid, as if a mysterious power surged within it. At that moment, a gust of wind swept in unexpectedly, forcefully blowing open the tightly shut window and bringing a chill that enveloped her.
Amidst the howling wind, a blood-red lotus flower bloomed out of thin air, its brilliance dazzling and almost blinding. Above the lotus, a mysterious creature slowly materialized. It curled up like a cat or fox, its fur soft and sleek, exuding an indescribable elegance. Most striking were its eyes: one resembling deep purple crystal and the other like a burning flame, red and breathtakingly intense.
Tang Leran stared in shock as this enigmatic creature approached her step by step. Its movements were light and graceful, as if each step was part of a silent dance. When it reached Tang Leran, it suddenly extended its sharp claws and swiped fiercely at her cheek marked by the birthmark.
A wave of excruciating pain surged through her; Tang Leran felt her cheek burn with agony as warm liquid trickled down. She raised her hand to touch it and found it covered in blood. Anger and fear intertwined in her heart; she wanted to resist but discovered she couldn't move at all.
Just then, the scene before her blurred suddenly as a powerful force pulled her into an unfamiliar space. It was dim and silent here, like a forgotten corner. Tang Leran struggled to stand up and looked around desperately for an exit.
Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to a Nine Dragons Throne ahead. Sitting upon it was a man in red robes. He lounged lazily with a red cord casually tied around his waist; his robe was half-open, revealing delicate collarbones. His eyes were mismatched—one purple and one red—glimmering with an otherworldly light. A bright red vermilion birthmark adorned his forehead; his lips were thin yet rosy, exuding an aura of wickedness.
The man noticed Tang Leran's gaze and lifted his head slightly to look at her. His eyes lingered on her face for a moment before slowly moving down to her bloodied hands. Frowning slightly at the sight of the blood, he spoke softly: "Come here."
His voice was deep and magnetic, like some kind of incantation that compelled Tang Leran to move toward him involuntarily. When she reached him, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
"You have been poisoned with Gu Poison; if you wish to survive, you must obey," he whispered in her ear.
Tang Leran's body was tense, her hands clenched into fists, and a defiant light flickered in her eyes. She resembled a leopard poised to pounce, ready to break free from her restraints at any moment.
The man in red seemed to sense her hostility and wariness but was not angered by it. He chuckled softly, his voice laced with a hint of disdainful mockery. "Relax, I'm not interested in a little girl like you. You barely have any meat on your bones, and your face is quite ugly."
Tang Leran felt a surge of anger at his words, silently cursing to herself, "I only have a birthmark on one side of my face! Besides, how much can a girl my age develop?" Although she was dissatisfied, she understood that this was not the time for a war of words. She could only suppress her fury and remain vigilant.
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