Chapter 3: A Sky-Piercing Rage (1)

Inside the swaying, bright red wedding sedan, Long Ying, dressed in a phoenix crown and ceremonial robes, let her long eyelashes tremble slightly. After a moment of stillness, she suddenly opened her eyes. Her dark eyes were like autumn waters after a clearing storm, shimmering with sudden light.

Not dead? Good...

However, that sinister gaze turned into an expression of confusion in the next second. Long Ying frowned, looking around in bewilderment...

Had she... transmigrated?

Moving her body slightly, she found herself aching all over. Inside the sedan, Long Ying immediately lowered her head to inspect her current body.

Her meridians were blocked and her internal strength was hollow, save for a single wisp of spiritual power circulating in her dantian. The original memories of this body allowed Long Ying to know that her current strength was that of a Level 1 Green Realm Warrior. She had only just entered the basics of cultivation. She was essentially a useless waste...

Long Ying frowned, cursing inwardly: *So weak, not even a tenth of my strength from my previous life. But fortunately, that jade-green gem is still inside this body's pouch.*

"Stop! Kill everyone here!" A sudden, thunderous shout erupted from the front of the sedan.

The sedan slammed heavily to the ground. A burst of panicked, chaotic screaming immediately erupted from the surroundings. Even the guards of the wedding procession fell one after another, wailing in agony. The opponents were not weak; it had taken them only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to slaughter the wedding party of over a hundred people.

Inside the sedan, Long Ying was instantly surrounded by over fifty Level 1 Gold Realm Warriors. The glint of blades and shadows of swords loomed, ready to hack down indiscriminately.

"Wait..."

From among the assassins, a young nobleman dressed in exquisite, colorful silks stepped out. Elegantly waving a folding fan, he paced slowly toward the sedan. His hands, as fair as a woman's, crudely tore down the sedan curtain. Standing before the sedan, Dongfang Luoyi scanned Long Ying up and down without restraint.

"You look decent enough, but this Prince prefers someone with both beauty and talent. A waste like you thinks she can be with this Prince? I am to inherit the imperial throne! Are you even worthy?"

"Are you the one who wants to kill me?" Long Ying spoke in a calm voice.

She lifted her eyes, staring coldly, and was startled.

This Dongfang Luoyi actually looked exactly like that Li Baiyi!

*In this life, you are dead.*

Long Ying sneered.

Before Dongfang Luoyi could answer, a dignified and elegant woman lunged out from behind him. It was Dongfang Luoyi's mother, Consort Li. She stood before Long Ying's sedan, looking at her with a face full of disdain.

"Look at this wife you've prepared to bring through the door! She's fifteen years old and doesn't even have a shred of spiritual power! Such a small number of people could have stopped her, yet she's just sitting in there like a fool. What use do you have for her?"

"I told you long ago, kill this waste! But you couldn't bear to let her die! Because of her, look at how much you've been mocked! If you keep being suppressed like this, how can you fight for the throne?"

"Marrying a woman like this is nothing but a disgrace; she's just a dead weight!"

Dongfang Luoyi was also incensed by her words, and he vented all his rage onto Long Ying: "Because of you! Do you know how much ridicule I've endured? I can't even hold my head up in the Imperial Palace! You must die today! Besides, I've sent so many experts to kill you today; you should be very gratified! I've given you plenty of face! You should feel honored to die..."

The assassins standing beside the Third Prince, Dongfang Luoyi, also broke into a chorus of sneers.

"Damn it, using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken. Third Prince, you're giving this waste far too much face!"