The Sixth Princeâs mother was originally dissatisfied with the marriage, but she wasnât a favored imperial concubine, and her family also had no influence or power. After considering the power the house of Marquis Jingyuan held that could support her son, she didnât oppose the marriage.
But no one expected that at the age of eight, Ning Xuemo lost her father after he died in battle. Then, Madam Ning abandoned the young Ning Xuemo and died together with her husband. The influence of the house of Marquis Jingyuan withered from then on.
Marquis Jingyuanâs few distant relatives bullied the young Ning Xuemo. One after another, they came with clear and hidden motives, plundering all the family properties owned by Marquis Jingyuan. It took no more than a few years for the house of Marquis Jingyuan to become an empty shell compared to its former grandeur.
As the saying goes, when the tree topples the monkeys scatter; the servants and maids also ran away one after another or sought a way out. By the time Ning Xuemo turned twelve, in that big mansion, only one loyal servant remained. The two of them, master and servant, relied upon one another for survival. During times of hunger, they didnât eat until they were full. They experienced winds, storms, the cold, and suffered all kinds of hardships...
However, they didnât expect that Ning Xuemo already had deep feelings for the Sixth Prince and had considered him as the only light in her life. No matter the sufferings and the humiliation, she wouldnât open her mouth or mention the matters of marriage.
This continued to the point that last year, the Sixth Prince eventually came to find a fault with her. He made it very clear that even if he were to take her as a wife by obligation, he would also take in an imperial concubine. She also clenched her teeth and agreed to this. She wholeheartedly wanted to be by his side...
She didnât expect that not only did she fail to move the Sixth Princeâs heart, on the contrary, it made him more and more disgusted and fueled his desire to thoroughly get rid of her. She could only experience despair.
Ning Xuemo lived in a humble and careful way. Everything she did was cautious and prudent, but a tsunami of misfortunes always found her.
Last night, she was alone in the mansion when someone knocked her out. When she awoke, she discovered there was a lot of people forcing their way into her house. Whatâs more, her clothes were not in order and an unfamiliar man was lying on her bed...
This was truly catching them red handed!
The future princeâs consort was caught in such a scandal. Naturally, it caused a sensation in the whole city.
This era was extremely harsh on women. Unrestrained women would often be put to death in all kinds of way: drowned in a pigâs bamboo basket, burned to death, hanged and so on...
With this event, not to mention being degrade to the rank of imperial concubine, perhaps, it would also be quite difficult for Ning Xuemo to survive.
Of course, she cried out her grievances, but there were witnesses and solid evidence. Who would listen to her?
Without being able to explain, she was directly sent into this iron cage which hung in the public square and received peopleâs scorn the whole day under the scorching sun.
Ning Xuemo originally had a delicate body disposition. This kind of repeating torment left her barely alive. After being subjected to all kinds of humiliation and resentment, in the end, she killed herself by hitting her head on the iron cageâŠ
That was the memories of the former owner of this body. As for the Ning Xuemo from the modern times, she successfully awakened in this ownerless bodyâs consciousness.
Ning Xuemoâs palm lightly stroked her cheeks. She knew the reason why she possessed the former ownerâs memories was because of her strong grievances. That little girl died without being able to close her eyes!
âLittle girl, rest in peace! Since your body allowed me to possess it, then, let your hatred be mine. I shall give you your revenge! I will make the person who framed you pay the just price for your suffering!â
In her eyes, there was a glint of cold light.
âThe Sixth Prince has arrived!â
In the crowd no one knew who shouted, but like the tide, everyone receded, separating the throng of people and making a road appear in the middle of the public square.
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