“The War God, the Night King, has committed treason, his legs crippled, and his entire family exiled to the wilderness?!”
Mu Mianmian woke up in pain. Looking down at the wedding dress under her—a fiery red as if ablaze—memories that weren’t hers flooded her mind.
Today was supposed to be the wedding day of Mu Jiao Jiao, the legitimate daughter of the Mu family, and Ye Si Ming, a prince from Wei of a different clan. But what should have been a day of joy had turned into a nightmare.
The War God, the Night King, had fallen.
The Mu family, unwilling to sacrifice their legitimate daughter, had sent a lowly, inconspicuous concubine daughter to marry in her place. The original owner of this body had refused, so they brutally knocked her unconscious and shoved her into the bridal sedan chair…
Mu Mianmian, the chief medical officer of the 24th-century Tianzhan Bureau, had just finished an exhausting surgery on a seriously injured comrade. She had fainted from sheer exhaustion—and now, she had woken up in this body, forced into a marriage she never wanted.
The wedding hall was about to turn into a funeral hall.
The troops sent to confiscate the Mu family’s possessions had already stormed the Ye estate.
Men, women, young, old—all were driven into the courtyard, ordered to strip their outer garments and hand over anything valuable.
Even she—the bride who hadn’t yet gone through the wedding ceremony—was about to have her bridal clothes stripped off.
“Stop!”
“I… haven’t formally married her yet. She is not a member of the Ye family!”
“Let her go…”
A weak voice sounded from the main hall.
Ye Si Ming’s face was ashen, his lower body drenched in blood.
Dressed in a red groom’s outfit, the robes were stained crimson, his body lying in a pool of blood.
“Haha! Look at this—once the mighty War God of Wei, now just a crippled dog!”
“If you want us to let your little wife go, crawl over here and bark like a dog! Beg us!”
“Otherwise, we’ll strip her in front of you!”
Haha… With the fall of the tree, the monkeys scatter. Those who had once feared the Night King’s military prowess now spat on him, seeking to humiliate him and his family.
Severely injured, Ye Si Ming, who had devoted his life to serving his country, now faced such a pitiful end. He glanced at Mu Mianmian, his eyes bloodshot, and said, “Go… quickly…”
Then he passed out, coughing up blood in a single fit.
“Ah Ye! Ah Ye!”
Beside him knelt a stunningly beautiful woman, likely his mother-in-law, who seemed almost dazed.
Nearby, a man lay on a stretcher, motionless—likely his father-in-law. And there were two children: a little toddler brother of three and a naive teenage sister around thirteen or fourteen, both clinging to each other and crying, trembling at the sight of the soldiers.
Everyone else was too busy trying to survive.
With Ye Si Ming unconscious, the soldiers became even more arrogant.
“The bride is really pretty! I heard she’s not the Mu family’s legitimate daughter, but the third daughter.”
“Who would marry a noble daughter off to die?”
“Haha, to think the mighty Night King would be mocked like this! Since he’s abandoned, why not…”
The soldiers leered, scanning Mu Mianmian up and down.
She looked soft and weak—easy prey. A perfect opportunity.
“No… no! She’s Ah Ye’s wife!”
The beautiful mother-in-law wiped her tears and rushed forward to protect Mu Mianmian.
“Villains! I’ll beat you to death!”
“Ah Ye will kill you if he wakes! Don’t harm Mianmian!”
The soldiers laughed. “The Night King’s wife is beautiful too! Pity she’s an idiot, haha!” They reached out to grab her.
Mu Mianmian frowned at the childlike tone of the mother-in-law, stepped forward, grabbed one soldier, and hurled him to the ground. “Get lost if you don’t want to die!”
Though this body was weak, her strength wasn’t nothing—just not half as strong as she had been in her previous life.
“Ah, you…”
Even so, everyone was shocked by her fierceness.
The Ye family was in disarray: the old, the young, the crippled, and the foolish.
The Night King’s wife was a substitute bride, abandoned by the Mu family—assumed easy to bully.
But Mu Mianmian was not a pushover.
“What do you mean, ‘you’? If you dare harm a single hair on the Ye family while plundering the estate, I’ll end you.”
She grabbed a soldier’s wrist and applied just a little pressure, making him howl in pain.
She had once been the chief commander of the Mecha Division in the 24th-century Tianzhan Bureau and a renowned medical officer.
Even in this frail body, she was more than capable of dealing with a few lowly soldiers.
She knew the human body’s pressure points—all it took was a touch, and two soldiers were screaming in agony.
“Stop! Are you trying to rebel?”
The soldier’s eyes darkened as he shouted.