The Wild Wife is Hard to Chase: The Black-Bellied Prince's Fierce Consort

Chapter 1: The Prime Minister's Legitimate Daughter

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Chapter 001: The Prime Minister’s Legitimate Daughter

In the azure sky, drifting clouds were dyed in layers of brilliant colors by the setting sun. The afterglow of the sunset shone upon the earth, casting layers of warm halos over all things in the world.

In a mansion with carved beams and painted rafters in the capital city, bursts of joyous sounds pierced through the courtyard, spreading outward in waves that grew higher and higher.

Today was the sixtieth birthday of the Old Master of the Prime Minister’s residence. The mansion was filled with guests, bustling with noise and excitement, while the servants scurried back and forth, busy without pause.

Compared to the lively and boisterous front courtyard, a courtyard deep in the back was tightly shut. Even in the afterglow of the sunset, it still gave off a cold, desolate, and withered feeling.

A breeze blew past, and suddenly, bursts of painful sobbing came from the small courtyard, though the sounds were intermittent, filled with pain and despair.

In the front, there was a lively banquet where guests were enjoying themselves to the fullest. In a neat and simple room within the small courtyard, a beautiful young woman in the prime of her life despairingly closed her eyes. Her writhing body gradually stilled, and the hands that had used all their strength to defend her purity hung down powerlessly.

"You little bitch, it’s your good fortune that I’m willing to bed you, yet you dare to resist? You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit? After consuming my 'good stuff,' I want to see just how chaste you really are."

A man with a sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face was pressing down hard on the woman beneath him. His hands were tightly clamped around her neck, completely unaware that the woman had already stopped breathing.

"Know fear now, do you? Hmph, if you had obediently submitted to me earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer so much. If you serve me well, I might give you a chance to wait on me in the future. Otherwise, after I take your virginity, I’ll sell you to a brothel."

As the man spoke, he freed one hand to tear at the woman’s clothes, while the other hand remained clamped around her neck. Seeing that the woman was no longer resisting, his face grew even more smug. At this moment, he failed to notice that the woman beneath him had already lost her breath, and then, her eyelids twitched strangely.

With a "rip," a large tear appeared in the plain outer robe. Those eyes that had been closed suddenly snapped open, and from her pitch-black, cold pupils—like stars in the dead of night—shot out a chilling, eerie light.

With a slight movement of her body, the hand the man had clamped around her neck was suddenly seized. The delicate, seemingly weak hand gave a sudden twist, and as she bent her left leg, the man’s body was instantly kicked over onto the floor. Before he could even let out a cry of pain, the woman raised her foot again and pressed it down onto his head. The man only had time to let out a muffled groan before he fainted.

Cold, dark eyes swept indifferently over the man lying on the floor. Qin Zi’er frowned slightly. At this moment, she felt her body was abnormally weak and uncomfortable, and the waves of heat surging from her limbs and bones made it very clear to her that this body had definitely been drugged with an aphrodisiac.

The fragmented memories in her mind and the surrounding environment made her realize her current situation. To have encountered such a mess the moment she arrived in this place—she really didn't know whether to call her luck good or bad.

Qin Zi’er was originally a special forces soldier in the modern era, a three-time martial arts champion famous throughout the military. No one knew that she was actually the legitimate daughter of a reclusive family. The skills she usually displayed in front of others were merely thirty percent of what she had learned. Moreover, her medical skills were extraordinary; while she couldn't be said to be able to bring the dead back to life, as long as there was a single breath left, she had the ability to snatch lives back from the King of Hell.

Initially out of interest, she had enrolled in a military academy and was soon selected for a special forces unit. In just a few short years, every mission she undertook in the military was completed brilliantly. The reason she had come here was because the plane she was riding in crashed. She had thought she was a goner, but she never expected to have strangely traveled through time.

There was no time for her to overthink things now. The abnormality of her body made it clear to her that she either had to find a man or find a cold pool to soak in for a few hours.

Men were everywhere, but a cold pool was not easy to find, so Qin Zi’er didn't need to make a choice at all.

Hastily smearing her face with dirt, Qin Zi’er quickly walked out of the courtyard, climbed over the wall, and dropped into the neighboring residence.