[Female protagonist fans should skip this world! Do not read this world! Don’t bring discomfort upon yourselves!]
Thunder rumbled across the dark sky as torrential rain poured down.
The sound was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.
A young girl hurriedly made her way through the corridors, holding an oil-paper umbrella. She crossed the narrow paths, her steps rushed.
Her delicate face was like carved jade, with a crimson Forehead Floral between her brows. Her almond-shaped eyes were dark and bright, her teeth pearly white, and her lips cherry red.
She wore a plain white cross-collared upper garment, paired with a light-colored snow-satin brocade skirt. A silk shawl draped over her shoulders, her figure graceful yet her steps hurried as she entered the dimly lit dungeon passage.
The Hairpin Tassels and pearls on her bun swayed and occasionally made crisp sounds.
The air in the dungeon was filled with a nauseating stench of blood, causing her to frown slightly.
At the end of the passage, she saw a battered young man. He was chained in the center of the dungeon, his bloodied hands hoisted high.
A dazzling golden light flashed rapidly before her eyes.
[Pei Tingche’s personal data has been loaded]
Stamina: ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Attack: ☆☆☆☆☆
Technique: ☆☆☆
Special Preferences: ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ (MAX)
Fertility: ☆
After seeing the maxed-out star rating in the [Special Preferences] column, the girl’s hands trembled even more violently, and cold sweat drenched her back.
This was Ning Wanwan’s second transmigration world, tasked with bearing offspring for the son of destiny, Pei Tingche.
As a lustful Jade Rabbit Spirit, she enjoyed pleasure and disliked suffering. Clearly, this Pei Tingche did not seem like someone who would treat her well—more like someone who would torture her to death.
A yandere gone mad could be deadly.
She nervously swallowed and called out softly, “Pei Tingche?”
The young man remained motionless and silent.
“Could he be dead?” she muttered under her breath, suddenly reaching out to poke his chest. She felt his heart still beating.
“Not dead?”
“Don’t touch me!”
The young man abruptly raised his head, his gaze cold and piercing as he stared at her.
A haunting crimson hue seeped into his dark eyes. His damp hair clung to his forehead, disheveled and stained with blood. His handsome face bore a pale, almost morbidly enchanting beauty.
Ning Wanwan’s eyes widened in terror, and she took a step back in fright.
Under the flickering candlelight, he revealed a sinister and horrifying smile, his sharp white teeth faintly visible. “Scared?”
“I… I am not afraid.”
Despite her words, she felt somewhat cowardly. With his ferocious appearance, she was truly afraid he might devour her alive. Covering her pounding heart, she mustered her courage and took a step closer to him.
Her delicate hands trembled as she held the key, taking a long time to align it with the keyhole of the chains.
Before she could turn it, a hoarse, icy voice rang out.
“If you unlock these chains, I will kill you.”
Her movements paused. Was he threatening her?
But what could she do?
According to the plot, she had to free him! She even had to risk her life to sleep with him. Why be so confrontational? Couldn’t they just have peace and love?
“Pei Tingche, I was young and ignorant before, ungrateful and unreasonable. I shouldn’t have imprisoned you here. How about we make up?”
Her long lashes lowered slightly, concealing her inner panic, but her trembling voice betrayed her nervousness.
The young man remained silent, his pitch-black eyes swirling with an unfathomable, chilling light.
By now, she had already undone the two chains at his feet, leaving only the rope binding his hands.
She fetched a long sword, lifted her head to look at him, and said, “If you refuse to forgive me, so be it. I’m setting you free today, so you’ll owe me your life. If we meet again someday, please show mercy.”
Pei Tingche sneered, “Have you lost your mind?”
He was the one going mad!
This little lunatic wanted to kill her, and all she could do was take a gamble!
“Pei Tingche, I’ve already arranged matters with the guards outside the dungeon. You can leave without worry! But you must leave the imperial city today—the farther, the better!”
With a swift swing of the blade, the rope snapped instantly.
The moment the rope hit the ground, a gust of wind swept past. His fingers clamped around the slender neck of the young girl, lifting her entire body off the ground.
His dark, sunken eyes were entirely bloodshot, the whites completely overtaken by crimson, and a murderous glint flickered in their depths.
“I told you, if you dared unlock those chains, I would kill you.”
Suspended in mid-air, the girl struggled to breathe, her face turning pale from the lack of air.
“Ugh…”
Her slightly upturned face was devoid of color, and a few teardrops trembled on her long lashes before falling unsteadily.
His gaze was ruthless, filled with undisguised killing intent, showing not a shred of pity. He tightened his grip, squeezing even harder.
Her vision grew increasingly blurry, until all she could see was the boy’s twisted, hate-filled face seared into her mind.
Ning Wanwan was on the verge of suffocation—was this the end for her?
Everything went black as she lost consciousness…
[Ding! Ding! Ding! Congratulations, Host, on completing the first world! Cultivation +1000 years!]
[Ding! Ding! Ding! Congratulations, Host, on entering the second world!]
Hearing the system’s call, Ning Wanwan felt aggrieved.
The target in the previous world had been so gentle—why had this world’s target turned into such a little lunatic?
Right from the start, he tried to strangle her.
Ning Wanwan pleaded, “Tongzi, please, switch me to another world.”
System: “Task failure or abandonment results in a Cultivation penalty of -5000 years.”
Ning Wanwan exclaimed, “That’s like sticking your head out for a nucleic acid test—opening your mouth and it’s done! I worked so hard for just +1000, and you deduct 5000 just like that?”
System: “Please confirm, Host: Do you wish to abandon the task?”
Ning Wanwan (meekly): “No.”
The mature and efficient Tongzi had already begun automatically loading the plot:
[In the 20th year of Daqi, Consort Yun, Pei Qingyu, gave birth to the Fourth Prince, Tingche. In the 34th year of Daqi, Consort Yun was discovered in an illicit affair with the chief Eunuch. The secret was exposed, Consort Yun was ordered to commit suicide, the chief Eunuch was beaten to death with clubs, and it was further investigated that the Fourth Prince, Tingche, was not of the emperor’s bloodline. The Pei family was exterminated.]
[In the 39th year of Daqi, Pei Tingche had been imprisoned in the dungeon for five years, enduring torment and humiliation, until he escaped from certain doom.]
[In the 40th year of Daqi, Pei Tingche overthrew the Daqi dynasty, declared himself king, unified the realm, brought peace and prosperity to the people, and remained childless for life.]
Ning Wanwan asked, “That’s it?”
System: “That’s it.”
Ning Wanwan sighed, “My role is just too awkward. How am I supposed to get close to Pei Tingche? He hates me to the bone—he probably won’t even let me touch him. And having a child? Might as well wish for a hammer!”
System: “Host, please calm down. You’re clever enough—surely you can find a way to resolve this.”
Ning Wanwan let out a deep sigh. The identity she had transmigrated into was incredibly awkward.
She was the seventh legitimate princess of the Daqi Empire, bestowed with the title Changyu, and her childhood name was Wanwan.
This princess had been spoiled since childhood, domineering, jealous, and petty. Simply because she resented Pei Tingche’s natural talent and the emperor’s favor in their youth, she disregarded their former sibling bond after his downfall, imprisoning him in the dungeon and taking pleasure in torturing him.
Ning Wanwan couldn’t help but curse, “Madwoman! The whole family is insane!”
[The male lead in this world is extremely yandere, insane, perverted, obsessive, and has special preferences—not a good person.
Contains angst, satisfying moments, and slight sweetness!
Female-lead enthusiasts don’t read! Female-lead enthusiasts don’t read! Female-lead enthusiasts don’t read! I emphasize three times—if female-lead enthusiasts insist on reading and still complain, I’ll directly reflect the negativity back at you!
Those who don’t enjoy yandere themes shouldn’t read!
If you want sweet stories, please skip this world and proceed directly to the third world. Writing is hard, and I humbly beg everyone not to give the book a bad rating because of the male lead’s character! Just skip this world or click exit—much appreciated! o(╥﹏╥)o]