MTL - The Female Partner Who Wears a Book Steals the Halo of the Tyrant - Chapter 57 Yigeng and Huo Qi's head-breaking

Xiong Zhi ran away from her unwanted marriage.

That day, Linfeng, her aide, died while protecting her. The man who she held dearly in her heart died in her arms.

In her last breath, she uttered,

“Never again to be weak...Never again wasted our precious time...I’ll promise...In the next lifetime... I will protect you...and..love you...”

Full of regrets, she closed her eyes, wanting to be united with the man in the underworld.

However, when she opened her eyes, she found herself in her sixteen-year-old body.

Realizing she had a second chance, the cold, indifferent, obedient, and meek young miss of the Xiong family was reborn as a strong, sharp, vengeful, bold, and confident woman.

In this lifetime, she will fulfill her promise with no regrets.

Of course, including seducing Linfeng again.

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After transmigrating into a beast world, Rong Mingshi discovered that the people of this world experienced widespread mania. For example, when their emotions were abnormally agitated, they would become destructive beasts. If their emotions were abnormally low, they would shrink into their young beast form.

Chang’an, Jan. 14th of lunar month, Tianbao Year 3 (744AD), Tang Dynasty.

For residents of Imperial City, what awaits them when the city enjoys its dazzling brilliance and joy of the Lantern Festival is an unexpected catastrophe that’ll destroy all. Tujue (a nationality in the north of ancient China), Wolfpack, kidnapping, assassination, rampant flames that scorch all…start the gear for the doom of and the Longest Day in Chang’an.

And the only hope lies in a one-eyed convict sentenced to death and the fleeting Twelve Hours…Will Chang’an, the city of prosperity, survive the longest day ever or will it burn…

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…