The Divine Doctor's Abandoned Wife: The Evil King Loves Spoiling His Little Mad Concubine, Empress for a Thousand Generations. Chapter 1: A Good Wedding Night

A seemingly inconspicuous flower palanquin was carried in from the side gate into An Wangfu. The matchmaker and the guard boy whispered a few words to each other, and several people seemed to understand each other's meaning. The lead grandmother said disdainfully: "Hurry up and carry it in, so as not to wake up and cause bad luck."

Two maidservants, bustling and hurried, threw the person from the sedan chair onto the wedding bed. They hastily closed the door and scurried out. The bridal chamber was silent, with only the bride veiled and covered, not even a breath could be heard.

For a moment, Shu Muyun suddenly opened his eyes, lifted his head and took a deep breath. When he saw the scene before him, he couldn't help but frown. Where was this?

Seeing herself dressed in red bridal attire again, with a pair of slender white hands that were as thin as twigs, her face immediately turned cold. Could it be...that she had travelled through time?

The moment the thought came, an unrelated memory suddenly rushed into her mind, paining her so much that she clutched her head and gasped for air. The owner of this body was Pingbo Houfu's fifth young miss, a concubine daughter. Today, she was supposed to marry Shumo Qing, the legitimate second elder sister. But five years ago, Prince An suffered injuries in a border war, ruining his appearance. Since then, he had become cold and eccentric. Shumo Qing was unwilling to marry such an ugly king, let alone just be a concubine. So her father knocked her unconscious and stuffed her into a bridal sedan chair, forcing this unwanted, illegitimate daughter to marry him. The original owner was already frail. By the time the sedan chair reached halfway, she had breathed her last.

Humph, you Shu Muqing!

Just as Shu Muyun was deep in thought, footsteps came from outside the door. She jumped and quickly covered her head again.

Shu Mu Yun only heard the door creak open, and a pair of feet appeared before her.

Nan Gong Chen's eyes darkened, and with a wave of his hand, he flung aside the crimson headwear. Shu Mu Yun looked up, startled, and what appeared before him were Nan Gong Chen's eyes, like a deep pool, staring intently. Half of his face was visible, outlining his features with sharp angles. He wore a black robe that seemed to radiate power. Just one glance, and Shu Mu Yun was mesmerized.

Nangong Chen frowned, his face revealing an unmistakable hostility: "You are not Shu Muqing."

Not a question, but a confirmation, Shu Muyun raised an eyebrow and chuckled: “You guess.”

Nangong Chen's eyebrows furrowed, a hint of displeasure in his gaze. "Such boldness," he said, clamping down on the man's collar with a cold voice. "You may have courage, but I wonder if you have the stomach to face my wrath."

Under the dusky clouds, Shu Muyun was made to feel pain. His eyes glinted with a terrifying ferocity like a wild beast. She felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively reached out to lightly press his wrist. Nangong Chen suddenly felt a jolt of numbness through his wrist. Shu Muyun swiftly turned away from his grasp and said, "Your Highness, if you are angry, you shouldn't take it out on your concubine. It wasn't my will to be the substitute bride. I am the victim here, forced into this situation."

It is said that Nan Gong Chen was the War God of Great Yan Kingdom. He went to the battlefield at the age of fifteen, became a military marshal at eighteen, and became famous in the war against Nan Jun country at nineteen. However, such a war god suffered a major defeat in the Northern Chi battle five years ago, his face was scarred as a result, and he was plagued by pain. His temperament became erratic, and his methods brutal. Shu Mu Yun dared not approach him.

Upon hearing Shu Muyun's words, Nan Gongchen's face darkened. Thinking of how easily she had escaped his grip just moments ago, a glint of interest flashed in his eyes. He grabbed her wrist and before Shu Muyun could react, pressed her against the wall. Shu Muyun's back was slammed against it, sending a sharp pain through her. She gritted her teeth, glaring at Nan Gongchen, only to hear him coldly chuckle, "Is that so? Since you've entered the palace, no matter who you are, tonight's good moonlit night cannot be wasted, can it?" He said, drawing closer to Shu Muyun.

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