Chapter 396 The Robust Imperial Husband 7 His throat was slashed open by a sharp blade, and a chilling, piercing pain shot through him.

Xiao Fengye suddenly sat up in bed, clutching his neck tightly with both hands, gasping for breath, his pupils dilated with extreme fear.

The expected gushing of blood did not occur; the skin touched by the fingertips was smooth and intact, with only a layer of cold sweat from surviving the ordeal.

She looked around blankly.

A silk gauze curtain, a white jade pillow, and a familiar rhombus-shaped bronze mirror on a rosewood dressing table.

This is her sleeping quarters from her youth.

No, shouldn't she already be dead?

She died by the sword of Ling Siran, the ugly man she had never taken seriously and whom she had personally castrated and discarded!

The sensation of that blood-stained sword slicing through her throat was so vivid, so real.

Xiao Fengye staggered to the dressing table and tremblingly grabbed the cold bronze mirror.

The mirror reflected a young and beautiful face, but it was distorted with fear.

Her eyes and brows still held the naivety and exuberance of someone who had never experienced the cruel palace coups and bloody purges; this was exactly how she looked in her youth.

Ten years... She actually went back ten years?!

She was still before her mother, the Empress, forced her to marry Ling Siran.

Xiao Zixi was still a spoiled brat who only knew how to drink and gamble, and Ling Siran was still a good-for-nothing who was bullied by everyone and whose fertility value was only three.

Back when Xiao Fengye was still the daughter of the noble imperial consort, and the second princess whose future seemed bright!

"Heh...hehe..."

A low, hoarse laugh escaped her throat, carrying a chilling undertone.

The girl in the mirror no longer had an innocent and ignorant look in her eyes, but rather the look of ten years of humiliation, resentment, and unwillingness.

Memories surge like a poisoned tide, overwhelming everything in their path.

In her past life, her mother was forced to marry Ling Siran, a disgrace to the matriarchal society, simply because she wanted to balance the court and appease General Ling, who held military power.

From the day of her wedding, she became the laughingstock of the entire capital!

Wherever I go, I can feel those seemingly respectful gazes that are actually full of pity and mockery.

"Look, that's the Second Princess, who married that ugly man who can't father children!"

"Tsk tsk, how pitiful, they probably won't even be able to have offspring..."

Ling Siran is a monster who is all brute force and taciturn!

He not only couldn't help her at all, but he was like a heavy stain stuck to her body, impossible to wash off.

She vented all the humiliation she had suffered because of the marriage on him.

Beatings and verbal abuse were commonplace, and public humiliation was even more frequent.

They not only falsely accused the Ling family of treason, leading to their exile, but also framed them for treason.

She even...even in a fit of rage, ordered him to be...castrated.

That look, even after her rebirth, remained so vivid in her mind that it still filled her with lingering fear.

She threw him into a mass grave like trash, thinking she would never see this stain that had shamed her again.

But she was wrong.

Absolutely wrong!

Who would have thought that Ling Siran, whom she had discarded like trash, was not dead, but had returned to fight back!

Not as that lowly, pitiful, ugly man, but as a blood-stained military uniform, wielding a powerful weapon!

Having gone through something unknown, Ling Siran became powerful and ruthless, his once clear eyes now filled only with bloodthirsty killing intent.

He led his iron cavalry, breaking through the palace gates and fighting his way to her; no one could stop him when his sword was pointed at him.

She still remembers the way he looked at her—cold and indifferent, as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Xiao Fengye, what you have done to me, I will repay a hundredfold today."