Mei Gongqing (The Bewitching Courtier) by Lin Jiacheng
This translation belongs to hamster428.
208 chapters; 38 bonus chapters
This is a 'rebirth' story where Chen Rong, the heroine, finds her second chance at life after burning herself to death. Se...
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Ran Min icily stared at Chen Rong.
"What did you say?"
Gradually, his narrowing eyes sparked a violent flame. He repeated in a low bark, "What did you say?"
His voice was somber and low, making the guards ready their hands on their scabbards.
Chen Rong smiled.
As she was quietly looking at him, the corner of her mouth slightly tugged to speak in a soft yet unusually indifferent tone: "General Ran, I neither like you nor do I want to marry you anymore."
Her lips were upturned and her chin was slightly raised when she swung her waist to leave.
At this moment, an iron arm took hold of her wrist.
He dragged her back so that she staggered a few steps and knelt at his feet.
Ran Min looked down at her from above.
Slowly, he withdrew the blade from Wang Hong's neck and pointed it at Chen Rong.
The blade's coldness shot straight to her bones.
She slowly raised her head.
Not bothering to glance at the glaring blade, she looked straight at Ran Min with eyes that slowly squinted into laughter: "Are you angry, general? That won't do. If a hero like you lost your temper because of a vulgar woman like me, you'd be a laughingstock."
Her laughter was still charming and supple. She looked at him with a gaze that could lure his soul.
Ran Min's blade slowly inched ahead.
Chen Rong had no choice but to raise her head, higher and higher...
But even so, her smile remained ever alluring.
As he watched such a Chen Rong, Wang Hong sighed for some reason.
He took a step forward.
Ran Min suddenly felt a chill at his vest while he was still staring at Chen Rong.
A sword was pointing straight at him.
Then a clear and gentle voice spoke: "General, let go."
It turned out Wang Hong was the one pointing the sword at him.
Wang Hong's action was apparently outside of Ran Min's expectations.
He slowly turned around.
He narrowed his eyes observing Wang Hong who was still smiling nonchalantly despite the blood flowing down his neck. Ran Min scowled. "Good for you, a pair of tramps!"
