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The empress was peerless in beauty, a stunning vision that eclipsed the world—delicate in form, soft in body, and born with an intoxicating natural fragrance. She was the most coveted Omega in existence, yet forever out of reach.
A shame she was the villain.
As the ultimate antagonist of the story, she was ruthless, icy, and bloodthirsty. She slaughtered all her siblings, hacked her once-loyal guards into limbless torsos, and her cruelty was downright horrifying.
Once, a lowly Alpha used vile means to become her “wife.” Failing to mark her, they subjected her to unspeakable torture, drugged her, and sold her into a brothel to settle debts.
She carved out her own scent gland, flung herself off a cliff, and upon surviving, unleashed a frenzied vengeance—flaying that scumbag spouse alive with thousands of cuts.
In short, she was a woman with the face of an angel, the heart of a viper, and a brutality that spared neither her enemies nor herself.
The moment Lin Yanran opened her eyes, she realized she had transmigrated into that very scumbag wife.
Before her stood the future empress, the story’s villain—clothes disheveled, lips stained with blood, icy eyes locked onto her.
A single frigid word dripped from those cold, crimson lips:
“Get lost.”
Lin Yanran’s heart lurched violently.
To make things worse, not only had she just abused the villain—she’d also signed a gambling contract to sell her into prostitution!
The next second, Lin Yanran dropped to her knees without hesitation.
“The old me was possessed by a ghost! From now on, anyone who dares hurt you will have to step over my corpse!”
The freshly reborn villain, who’d been plotting her murder: “…?”
Lin Yanran’s goal was simple: eliminate the villain’s hatred at all costs. Shower her with warmth and love to avoid a gruesome death.
Later, when the villain slaughtered her enemies, claimed the throne, and reclaimed everything stolen from her—
Lin Yanran sighed in relief, packed her bags, and hid in a palace corner, ready to slip away unnoticed.
Except she accidentally fell asleep.
When she awoke, the entire palace was in chaos—imperial guards on high alert, as if the empire was on the brink of collapse.
Rumors spread: the new empress had flown into a thunderous rage, abandoned her coronation, and ordered the palace torn apart in search of something—
Until they found Lin Yanran.
Trembling, Lin Yanran braced for execution.
Instead, the newly crowned empress rushed to her, disheveled and pale, draping her own imperial robe over Lin Yanran’s shoulders.
Her voice trembled with fear and something dangerously close to heartbreak:
“Ah Ran… were you going to leave me?”
[Bonus Scene]
Foreign envoys waited endlessly for an audience with the empress.
Little did they know, their sovereign—the battlefield goddess who inspired terror in all—
Was currently shivering in Lin Yanran’s arms, breath ragged, eyes wet with tears, her usually cold voice reduced to a whisper of surrender:
“Ah Ran… Only you… can do whatever you want to me.”
