The Regent Keeps Flirting With Me - Chapter 55

Just as she reached out a hand, the surrounding scenery began to change wildly. The Zhou Jin in front of her transformed into a slender, beautiful young woman, with a hint of seductive charm mixed with youthfulness. But the scars on her body were undeniable; the marks from being beaten since childhood were impossible to erase.

Zhou Jin stood there, receiving the long whips lashed from all directions, inch by inch striking her skin. Red blood marks immediately appeared, but Zhou Jin still stood without a sound.

“How dare you even dream of connecting with the Imperial family? Do you think living in the palace makes you a royal relative?” The person speaking these words was none other than the original “Shen Lingyan.”

Shen Lingyan stood beside Zhou Jin, watching the whips strike past her and land squarely on Zhou Jin, leaving one bloody mark after another.

Seeing the beaten Zhou Jin clench her fists, Shen Lingyan, no matter how blind, could tell that after more than ten years of abuse, Zhou Jin had reached her breaking point…

But ultimately, Zhou Jin did not resist and was locked away in the large prison. Rats surrounded Zhou Jin; although they dared not approach, they were utterly terrifying.

The scenery changed again. Zhou Jin found a man to cooperate with, Zhou Jin diligently practiced martial arts, Zhou Jin led the soldiers of another country to attack the city…

In the midst of the flashing swords and shadows, blood splashed onto Zhou Jin’s face. There was only killing intent in those beautiful phoenix eyes, not a trace of tenderness or pity.

Later, Zhou Jin, dressed in the Emperor’s robe, slowly walked onto the dragon throne. The scars on her body were completely concealed, and she was revered by ten thousand people. She and the man she cooperated with were rumored to be a glorious tale for all eternity.

In a brief moment, Shen Lingyan witnessed Zhou Jin’s entire life. Just when she thought it was over, she saw Zhou Jin faint on the dragon throne. As Shen Lingyan anxiously rushed forward to help her, her own head also became dizzy. Just a few steps away, she stumbled and fell to the ground.

“You’re awake?” Shen Lingyan fell into a warm embrace. She slowly opened her eyes and found Zhou Jin wearing a white shirt, sitting in bed, holding her in her arms.

Was she back?

Before Shen Lingyan could fully process this, she felt a few light kisses on her face. Her tears were gently kissed away by Zhou Jin, whose gaze was extremely tender: “What kind of nightmare did you have? Why are you crying so hard?”

“I… dreamt you were beaten.” With that, Shen Lingyan herself reached out and unbuttoned Zhou Jin’s white shirt. The scars and bruises became extremely obvious under the lamp’s light. When she was with Zhou Jin before… it was always in the dark.

Now, Shen Lingyan’s trembling hands caressed the bruises and scars, her heart aching terribly. Just as she leaned in to kiss them, her arm was grasped, and she met Zhou Jin’s eyes, realizing the person’s gaze had deepened.

“Baby, you’re the one who took my shirt off.”

“Zhou Jin! You scoundrel!!”

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Conflicting with the Secular World

“The sachet is poisoned, isn’t it…” Dai Sulan fiercely grabbed An Wanran’s collar. It wasn’t until she followed An Wanran to the state of Jun’an that she learned the news An Wanran had been concealing all along.

Shen Lingyan is dead… the Empress she swore to protect is dead…

All the strength in Dai Sulan’s body seemed to be drained away. She soon released An Wanran’s collar, allowing the soldiers of Jun’an to restrain her, her eyes filled with despair.

An Wanran felt panic for the first time. She wanted to speak to comfort her, but she didn’t know what to say.

Dai Sulan sat on the ground for a long, long time. After her tears had almost dried up, she roughly wiped her face with her sleeve. She rose and walked to An Wanran, performing the courtesy Dai Junwu had taught her since childhood—a gesture that was both an apology and a display of etiquette.

She had indeed been wrong to kiss An Wanran that day.

An Wanran was stunned, and a sense of unease welled up from the bottom of her heart.

“Do you know? When mentioning our Empress of Yongli, she was at odds with the world’s timidity.”

Dai Sulan struck her head against the wall and died. An Wanran remained unmarried for the rest of her life.

Shen Lingyan and Zhou Jin are in the modern era, and the future of Qi Mian and Ji Xi is unclear, but I will not write their story anymore.