MTL - Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead - Chapter 69 This man is a little sick (69)

【Ensemble + System + Family Culture + No Female Lead + Protagonist Isn't Human!】Patriarch, something's wrong, a member of the clan is injured! Hurry, take them to the Sacred Tree!Patriarch, something's wrong, a clan member's life is hanging by a thread, they're about to die! Hurry, take them to the Sacred Tree!Patriarch, something's wrong, a clan member just passed away! Hurry, take them to the Sacred Tree, we mustn't let the body cool halfway!Reincarnated into a weak locust tree, Noah originally only wanted to bask in the sun every day, gaze at the moon, and live a leisurely life.But many years later, Noah looked down upon all living beings, only to suddenly realize that in this world, all were beneath his roots, within the shade of his tree.And that small family clan from the beginning, at some point, had already grown into a colossal entity.

Transmigrating into a poor and mistreated young lady's body, what will the craziest alchemist of the seven realms now do?

Six years ago, the legitimate daughter of the Chu Family was schemed against by her half-sister and was forced to marry the Princely Heir, who was blind and not long for this world.Fortunately, her medical skills were excellent, and she detoxified the Princely Heir.Who would have thought after he came back to life, the emperor would actually want to bestow a concubine upon him—and this jerk didn't even refuse.Furious, she left a divorce letter and then set the Prince Residence on fire, fleeing in haste.Six years later, the same Princely Heir remained a lonely man, with all his old servants worrying their hearts out.One day, upon encountering a Little Baozi on the street who looked strikingly like the Princely Heir, they instantly burst into tears.“The Prince Residence has a successor! Princely Heir, please come back with us to the Prince Residence quickly.”Who knew, Little Baozi disdainfully said, “Not interested.”“Princely Heir, the Prince Residence is immensely wealthy...”“My mother is the wealthiest person!”“Princely Heir, the Prince Residence is extremely safe...”“My mother is the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch!”“Princely Heir, the Prince Residence has powerful armies...”“My mother is the heir to the Nanduan Kingdom!”Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind: “Then, does your mother need an Imperial Consort? I think myself quite suitable.”

Nicole d'Armand never expected to walk into her apartment and find her fiancé *bleep*-deep in another woman's lady bits. What's a girl to do?Well, after obliterating an 18th-century Meissen vase, delivering a punch that would make a heavyweight boxer proud, and embarking on a night of raucous drinking, Nicole figures she might as well embrace the chaos.But when alcohol and pheromones collide, her wild night spins into something unexpected... Like a ride on the Logan Everett express.Which, naturally, leads to a whirlwind of its own: She's his fated mate. Because of course she is.And he rejects her. Because of course he does.Now embroiled in a mystery bigger than her post-breakup hangover, Nicole finds herself the prime suspect in a murder she didn't commit—no matter how tempting the thought might have been. And the only person who believes her innocence? The same guy who shot down the idea of being her fated mate.Great. Just what she needed: her love life is a crime scene, and the man stupid enough to let her go is holding her freedom in his hands.