Aspiring to the Immortal Path - Chapter 663: Devouring Ghosts

For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but he broke them first..He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies.One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved.She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her.Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncleThe black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch.All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

She, a 21st century mercenary queen, had crossed over into a tragically betrayed body of a waste. Waste? She will show them what it means to be a waste! Betrayed? With the Ancient Manual in her hands, she will astonish all the despicable men and cheap women!

The Empress who dies in torture, An Rushuang is her name. After she wakes up, she finds herself has time-travelled to when she was twelve years old, but she would turn into Major General’s white horse at night. He is a general who orders about the winds and clouds on the battlefield, and she is a little girl lives in her boudoir seclusively.

She endeavors to change her fate, and he spared no effort to win every battle. They meet each other every day, well, it’s night to be accurate. Is that a dream or not? She pleads to marry the seignior to win peace for her family, only to find he is the one she is going to marry.

“Growing old with you under the same roof is my long-cherished wish”, thought them both.

Everyone rumored that Z country’s young master Jun was cold-blooded, decisive, and not close to the female gender, but he took in an illiterate little girl as the pearl in the palm of his hand.

However, the little girl brought her case to the table. An illusion, it was all an illusion. What not close to the female gender? Which animal was crushing her every night?

“Baby, let me love you.” The man undressed her with his lips. She retreated pitifully, “Don’t want, don’t want, you’re bad.”

“Women love bad guys.” After eating he turned around to wipe his lips. She kneaded her pitiful little waist, tears falling, “This one is not a woman, she’s just a little mermaid.”

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