In the Tianmo Kingdom, in the second year of Tianhe, early winter.
No, don't.
Yun Qingluo screamed and suddenly opened her eyes, only to be met by a pair of familiar, deep eyes.
She seemed to have bumped her back on something, and winced in pain.
Yun Qingluo didn't have time to study; she just tremblingly reached out her hand, wanting to touch the familiar face in front of her.
Are they reunited in the underworld?
Suddenly, her hand was grasped by a clean, warm, large hand, and Yun Qingluo froze.
"you......"
"You're so unwilling to marry me? You wanted to murder your husband on your wedding night?" Yun Qingluo's question was interrupted by Mo Beichen's questioning before she could even voice it.
Yun Qingluo froze. Murder her husband?
Yun Qingluo saw that Mo Beichen was holding a dagger in his other hand. Was the scabbard the one she had bumped into on her back?
Why does this scene look so familiar?
Suddenly, Yun Qingluo opened her eyes wide.
Isn't this his and Mo Beichen's bridal chamber in the Prince Chen's mansion?
Could it be?
She...she didn't die?
She returned to the night of her wedding to Mo Beichen, carrying a dagger, intending to remain chaste for that scumbag.
"Why aren't you saying anything? What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about him?" Mo Beichen's face was gloomy, and his tone was cold.
Yun Qingluo snapped out of her daze, looked up at her husband from her past life, her eyes stung, and tears fell without warning.
Like a valve that has been opened, it's out of control.
Upon seeing Yun Qingluo's tears, Mo Beichen's cold and stern eyes released Yun Qingluo's fair wrist as if it were burning his hand.
She wanted to reach out and wipe away Yun Qingluo's tears, but then she remembered something and withdrew her hand.
Mo Beichen sat up abruptly, concealing the dark, morbid possessiveness and a trace of pain in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"Don't cry, I won't touch you. I'll send someone to take you to him."
After finishing speaking, Mo Beichen lowered his head in frustration and punched his numb legs, then growled at the outside:
"Mo Feng, escort the Princess Consort to the Third Prince's residence."
Mo Feng, standing outside the door, turned ashen-faced upon hearing Mo Beichen's words. This woman truly deserved to die.
Just as Mo Feng was about to push the door open, he suddenly heard Yun Qingluo shout in a panic:
"You're not allowed in. I'm not going."
Mo Feng felt a strange sensation in her heart. In the past, whenever she heard the name of the Third Prince, she would be impatient and would not care about her master's feelings at all.
What trick is she playing this time?
Yun Qingluo sat up in a panic, her hands tightly gripping Mo Beichen's waist as if grasping at a lifeline.
The woman's unique fragrance made Mo Beichen stiffen.
This was the first time Luo Luo had hugged him. She had once said that a cripple had no right to touch her.
Mo Beichen thought Yun Qingluo had mistaken him for someone else, and his eyes darkened.
"I am Mo Beichen." His voice was slow and sorrowful.
Yun Qingluo buried her head in Mo Beichen's back, sniffling as she said:
"I know, you are my husband, Mo Beichen." Yun Qingluo hugged Mo Beichen even tighter when she said the word "husband."
She was wrong.
After being reborn, she regained her childhood and previous life memories, and finally understood why Mo Beichen was so obsessed with her.
In her previous life, she was an orphan taken in by an organization. Later, she became a divine doctor proficient in ancient martial arts. There was no other way; divine doctors were in high demand, so she had to learn how to protect herself.
In her previous life, when she was six years old, she encountered bandits and got separated from her family. She used her medical skills to save Mo Beichen, who was half-dead.
Mo Beichen said he would definitely repay the life-saving grace.
She joked at the time, "I should repay your life-saving grace with my body."
Mo Beichen was stunned for a moment, his ears turned red, and after a long while he solemnly nodded, "Okay, I will definitely marry you in the future, and I will protect you for the rest of my life with my life."
For him, without Yun Qingluo, he would have truly died in this desolate wilderness.
Unfortunately, after returning home, she fell seriously ill and lost her memory, forgetting that she was a time traveler and also forgetting her deepest bond with Mo Beichen.
The only things he didn't forget were his ingrained medical skills and the ancient martial arts techniques he had only picked up a little bit of.
Later, she used all her medical skills and abilities to help the scumbag Mo Beili.
"Do you know what you're saying?" Mo Beichen's heavy voice pulled Yun Qingluo back to reality.
Upon hearing Mo Beichen's words, Yun Qingluo couldn't help but tug at Mo Beichen's clothes, "I know, Achen, I want to consummate our marriage."
They had never consummated their marriage in their ten-year marriage in their previous life, and they didn't want to have any regrets in this life.
The man's body trembled violently as he stared at Yun Qingluo in disbelief.
Am I dreaming?
“It’s not a dream.” Yun Qingluo hugged Mo Beichen tightly and kissed him.
"Luo Luo, who am I?" Mo Beichen turned his head away, concealing the madness in his eyes, and asked with the last vestiges of his reason.
Yun Qinglu pouted, somewhat dissatisfied, "Mo Beichen, you're being naughty, you won't let me touch you."
"No..." Mo Beichen was about to explain, but then he remembered that this was a dream, and wondered if he could do whatever he wanted.
"Luo Luo, have you thought this through?" Mo Beichen said in a low, hoarse voice, afraid that she might have made a mistake.
“Of course,” Yun Qingluo replied firmly.
Then, seeing that Mo Beichen had let go, she was overjoyed and continued to pull at Mo Beichen's clothes.
Sudden……
Having lived three lifetimes, she certainly knew what it was.
She belatedly tried to escape, but was tied up by Mo Beichen's arm.
"Luo Luo has started this, so she has to bear the consequences." Mo Beichen chuckled in a low voice.
If this is a dream, he never wants to wake up.
Yun Qingluo was taken aback when she saw Mo Beichen suddenly smile.
She rarely saw Mo Beichen smile, because whenever they met, Yun Qingluo would act like a fighting hen, deliberately trying to provoke him.
Seeing Mo Beichen's face turn black with anger, she felt a sense of satisfaction.
"What is Luo Luo thinking about?" Seeing that Yun Qingluo didn't speak, Mo Beichen bit Yun Qingluo's earlobe.
"Can't I even stop thinking about you?"
Damn, why can't they keep their mouths shut?
Mo Beichen probably doesn't think I'm saying he's crippled.
"Heh, whether I'm crippled or not, Luo Luo will know after tonight." Mo Beichen looked at his little wife with lingering eyes.
No matter why she changed her mind, he wouldn't allow her to back down, not even in her dreams.
At the last moment, as Yun Qingluo was drifting off to sleep, she heard Mo Beichen ask again:
"Luo Luo, who am I?"
"Mo Beichen, my husband," Yun Qingluo answered groggily.
Then she forgot who she was.
Later, I don't even know when I fell asleep.
The next morning.
Yun Qingluo woke up feeling sore all over.
This is terrible! Who said this is enjoyable?
The door opened, and her personal maids Yunxing and Yuntao entered.
"Miss, you're awake. What's wrong, Miss? Did the Prince bully you?"
Yun Tao walked over and lifted the bed curtains. Seeing that Yun Qingluo's eyes were red, she immediately asked anxiously.
An untimely voice rang out:
"What else could it be? Miss was supposed to see the Third Prince last night, but the Prince must have forced her to stay."
"Yunxing, what nonsense are you talking about? Miss is now the Regent's Consort and the Ninth Princess of the Third Prince. Don't mention this matter again."
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