ur face is so black and ugly, do you even deserve to be alive A wretch like you only deserves to be kicked away by the Ninth Prince, known as the cold-faced demon. If it weren't for necessity, killing...The Wusheng Dynasty, late August.

Autumn wind howls, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

The top of the mountain behind the master's residence.

Several servants dressed in livery, wielding torches, cast flickering flames upon the faces of two men whose expressions were grotesquely menacing.

On the opposite side of the two people stood a white poplar tree with a bucket. Xiyáo was tied to the tree by the hand, her whole body...

"Bang!"

Little Butterfly held a whip in her hand, her face full of malice as she lashed out at Xi Yao viciously.

“You, a vile wretch who isn't even as good as the common folk, relying on your lowborn mother's favor to save Empress Rongfei. You, betrothed to my Muzi since childhood, should have died long ago.”

Xi Yao's originally soiled white garment bore another mark.

Xiaodie threw down the whip and took the dagger from the maidservant's hand. She grabbed Xiyao's hair with one hand, and held the sharp dagger to her face with the other.

Xiyao's eyes welled up with endless fear, and she cried out in terror, "What do you want to do I've always considered you my sister, you can't do this to me..."

"Bah, I don't have a sister like you. My mother only gave birth to me. I'm telling you, the person Zi likes is me. But your vile mother saved Consort Rong, and breaking your engagement would damage his reputation too much. Only if you die can the engagement be broken. Today is your death day."

"Haven't you looked in a mirror Your face is so black and ugly, do you even deserve to be alive A wretch like you only deserves to be kicked away by the Ninth Prince, known as the cold-faced demon. If it weren't for necessity, killing you would dirty my hands."

Xiao Die finished speaking, her sharp dagger slashed fiercely across Xi Yao's left cheek, blood gushing out instantly.

Without giving Yao a moment's rest, Xiaodie once again raised her dagger and plunged it into her mouth.

"Ah!"

Xī Yáo let out a heart-wrenching cry.

"You despicable wretch, go to hell! Once you're dead, I can marry the man of my choice."

Xī Yáo shì's piercing eyes stared intently at Xiǎo Dié, enunciating each word: "Xiǎo Dié, even as a ghost, I will never let you go...."

"Wait until you're dead before talking." Xiaod ie said with a smug smile, drawing the dagger from Xi Yao's mouth.

The scent was sprayed out in an instant, splashing onto the butterfly's face.

Xia Die wiped the blood from her face, her twisted features issuing an order: "Throw them off the cliff. Anyone who dares speak of tonight's events will be killed without mercy."

"Yes."

Two servants untied the ropes binding Xiyáo. One grabbed her feet and the other her hands, then threw her off a cliff.

......

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, water splashed everywhere.

When Xio Yao woke up, she only felt the intense burning pain of being cooked over a blazing fire.

Everything was pitch black. I couldn't see anything. I flailed about blindly for a few moments with my eyes closed.

Suddenly—

Small hands reach into a cold patch, panicking as they get closer to the coldness.

In the darkness, a pair of icy eyes stared at the person climbing toward him, his brows furrowed.

At this moment, he desperately wanted to tear the person who was crawling towards him to shreds. However, he couldn't move or speak.

As the most beloved son of the mighty Martial Saint Dynasty Emperor and Empress, the ninth prince was a formidable warrior. At fourteen years old, he had already proven himself on the battlefield, displaying ruthless decisiveness in combat. However, he remained aloof and unapproachable, allowing only the Empress and the Imperial Dowager to get close. He treated everyone else with wary suspicion, avoiding them like venomous snakes.

If anyone who doesn't have eyes dares to get close to him, he'll directly kick them far away and throw their shoes back.

The Emperor and Empress had tried several times to arrange a marriage for him, but he refused each time. This led the Emperor and Empress to suspect that he was homosexual.

This person not only approached him but also gave him something!

Xiyáo suddenly realized something was wrong, it was something she shouldn't have...

My God!

This guy is something else, a freaking iceman even in this boiling water!

What in the world is this place

Wait a minute!

Wasn't he blown to pieces by the bomb

I remember it very clearly, I was on the battlefield rescuing wounded soldiers when a bomb landed right in front of me. Before I could even get down, it exploded.

As a modern-day so-called ghost hand doctor, Xi Yao was very clear that if that new type of bomb detonated, it would be impossible to survive with all limbs intact.

Just then, my head suddenly throbbed as if it were about to explode. A strange and unfamiliar memory, like water, surged into my mind.

Xi Yao, the second daughter of the Wu Sheng dynasty's master, is currently eighteen years old and has just come of age.

Why was he the second son It was because his mother, Lady Lin, married Wen Zhong, who was then a fourth-rank deputy envoy of the Ministry of Personnel. For a whole year, she had no quiet time in her belly. Wen Zhong resolutely took in a concubine named Wang as a wife.

Wang became pregnant within three months of entering the household and gave birth to Xiaodie.

And after half a year, Mrs. Wang also became pregnant, and Ms. Lin gave birth to a child safely.

Wen Zhong, under the support of the Lin family, rose from a fourth-rank deputy envoy at the Ministry of Personnel to a first-rank master of martial arts.

While Lin Shi was pregnant with Xi Yao, she happened to save the Empress Dowager Rong Fei's son. The Empress Dowager Rong Fei made a promise with Lin Shi: If Lin Shi was carrying a boy, their child would be betrothed.

After Xi Yao's birth, Rong Fei fulfilled her promise and betrothed the infant Xi Yao.

After a high fever, Xi Yao's originally fair and pretty face inexplicably became dark and ugly. Since then, Zi rarely visited her.

Xiyáo didn't know when Xiaodíe started getting close to Zǐ, but by the time Xiyáo realized it, the two were already sleeping together.

The little butterfly, fearing things might go wrong, had the man kidnapped and brought to the back mountain of their master's residence in the dead of night. There, she tortured and brutally killed him, throwing his body off a cliff!

"I'll cook your grandfather's chili peppers."

Like rewinding a film, looking back on the original owner's life, one had to accept a fact.

I traveled through time!

...and it's a martial saint dynasty that never appeared in history!

The current emperor, Han Tianling, has nine sons. The eldest son is the crown prince, and the second and third princes died young. The fourth son was named the King of Qi, and the other princes have not yet been granted titles.

But Xiyáo didn't know that the man before her was the cold-faced devil prince—the Ninth Prince, as Xiaodíe had described him.

No wonder it's all burning hot, it's all thanks to Xiaod ie.

Xi Yao's left face was covered in a fresh, bloody wound, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Little butterfly, wait for me!

I, Xiyao, swear that I will make you lose your reputation and live a life worse than death!

Xiuyao's face was filled with anger, she didn't notice the scalding water temperature speeding up her circulation and causing more to flow.

My head spun, I lost consciousness, and I collapsed onto the man...u can't do this to me...""Bah, I don't have a sister like you. My mother only gave birth to me. I'm telling you, the person Zi likes is me. But your vile mother saved Consort Rong, and breaking your...