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The Wife Who Brews Poison Wants a Divorce

Zi Hanyu
The swaying red lanterns and the air of celebration did not hide the aura of impending death in the Duke's Residence. In the courtyard, two black-clad guards stood outside the bride's chambers. A single handmaiden knelt outside the door and bawled while the other handmaidens shook in their boots as a girl's screams echoed endlessly from within the chambers. "Speak! Where is it?!" A ruthless man's voice could be heard that was void of emotion."Xiao Yelei! You married a princess just to obtain it?! I will tell my father, the emperor, that you're—argh!" The woman shrieked as blood trickled out of the corner of her lips. She screamed as she was sent flying, her forehead knocking into the sharp edge of a table, her consciousness fading as her blood streamed down her eyelids. Dressed in a bridegroom's robes, Xiao Yelei glanced coolly at the unresponsive woman without batting an eyelid. "Someone get in here and wake her up!"The handmaiden waiting outside promptly entered as soon as he said that and flinched when she saw the unconscious bride lying limply on the floor."Y-Your Highness... S-She's the princess..." The handmaiden in the lead warned Xiao Yelei gingerly. Xiao Yelei shot her a look, his lips curling up ruthlessly. "So what? Pour some water on her face and wake her up!"Her comfortable life as a princess was over after that foolish king made him marry her!***As a modern poison specialist, her soul transferred to the Princess of Yin Xi, who led a tragic life. Married to an inhuman husband, born to a foolish father, stalked by a beautiful man, and having repeated assassination attempts...The source of her troubles was a map to a treasure like none other. Everyone wanted it, but ironically, she had no idea where it was! She didn't have a map, but she had plenty of poison at her disposal!
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Forged in Chaos: A Transmigrator’s Tale in the DC Universe

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