Volume One, Chapter One: The Rebirth of the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou

A splitting headache. The dense scent of alcohol mixed with the woman's cold, faint fragrance brutally assaulted Li Xuan's nostrils.

He struggled to open his eyes, his vision gradually sharpening from a blur. Before him was a stunningly beautiful face, delicate and tear-streaked, yet filled with resolute hatred.

Her hair was disheveled, and her luxurious silk dress had been torn open, revealing a snow-white shoulder.

In her hand, a silver dagger pressed tightly against her smooth, jade-like neck.

A faint line of blood seeped along the blade, blooming like a crimson plum blossom upon the snow.

“Beast!”

Her voice was icy and piercing, each word like a poisoned ice spike.

“I, Xiao Ningshuang, would rather die here than endure such humiliation at your hands!”

Suddenly, unfamiliar memories flooded Li Xuan’s mind like a breaking dam.

The Great Zhou Dynasty. Crown Prince Li Xuan.

Daughter of General Xiao Yuan, Xiao Ningshuang.

This was the absurd scene of a debauched crown prince, drained by wine and lust, luring the greatest beauty of Great Zhou to a tavern with ill intent.

And he, a modern martial arts master, had at this moment become the very prince on the brink of ruin.

Outside, the clanging of armor and the synchronized footsteps of troops echoed.

Xiao family's private army had already surrounded the place. Li Xuan could clearly feel the frailty of this body; limbs weak and limp, even standing was a struggle.

Yet the master’s consciousness in his mind swiftly assessed the situation.

Xiao Ningshuang’s hand holding the dagger trembled slightly. Beyond hatred in her eyes, there was a subtle, barely perceptible fear.

She wished for death, but instinctively feared it. That was the flaw.

“Bang!” The door to the private room was kicked open from outside. The sudden noise made Xiao Ningshuang shudder violently, driving the dagger deeper into her neck.

Now!

Li Xuan’s body moved like a clumsy leopard, striking with a speed utterly inconsistent with his weak physique.

He did not try to seize the dagger but instead tapped precisely with two fingers on the inside of Xiao Ningshuang’s wrist.

A sharp numbness spread instantly through her entire arm.

“Clang.” The dagger slipped from her grasp, falling onto the carpet with a muffled sound.

Disbelief filled Xiao Ningshuang’s eyes. She hadn’t even caught his move.

How could this drunkard, whom she only saw as a wastrel given over to wine and lust, possess such strange agility?

Without pause, Li Xuan grasped her shoulder and pushed her toward the corner of the room, then staggered to pick up the dagger from the floor.

The cold touch in his palm steadied his chaotic thoughts.

“Your Highness!” Outside, a voice filled with murderous intent shouted.

A middle-aged general clad in dark armor strode in with a stern expression.

Seeing his disheveled daughter and Li Xuan holding a dagger, his eyes instantly turned blood-red.

This man was none other than General Xiao Yuan.

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