"This Palace asks you again, will you marry or not!" A cold and harsh male voice exploded in Xia Zi'an's ear. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw a man with handsome but ferocious features staring at her.

There was a sharp, stabbing pain in my neck as the person in front of me gripped it tightly, and I felt like my throat was about to explode.

His eyes widened in surprise. What was this? Wasn't he dead? He remembered being betrayed by his boss, shot five times, and dying.

Suddenly, some memories flooded my mind, memories that weren't mine.

Suban hadn't come to his senses yet, when he was struck hard across the face with a slap. The blow sent him reeling, his eyes flashing gold stars.

A wave of fishy stench crept up, and I spat out a mouthful of blood. I felt a burning pain on my back. Suddenly, I looked up, fury blazing in my eyes. The fragmented memories left in my mind told me that just now, the original owner was beaten to death and returned to the west, allowing me to cross over and take his place.

"Answer me, will you marry the Liang King?"

Another angry question, accompanied by a sharp slap, struck the person who was hit - it was none other than Prince Murong Qiao of the current dynasty.

A green shadow rushed over and pulled Murong Qiao aside, crying, "Your Highness, please don't make it difficult for your elder sister. Although Father was drunk that day, he did indeed agree to betrothed me to Prince Liang's. It's truly difficult for me to take my sister's place. Besides, my heart has always longed for you, Your Highness. By doing this, wouldn't you be killing yourself?" The woman who came looked like a weeping willow, weak and pitiful; it was Xia Wan'er, Xia Zian's younger half-sister.

Seeing this, Murong Qiao felt very distressed and immediately let go of Zi'an, instead gently supporting Xia Wan'er.

Air rushed back into Zi'an's lungs, breathing deeply, dispersing the stench of death.

Koji struggled to his feet, but the pain in his head made him gasp. He swayed precariously and collapsed back down, his mind racing as he pieced together the fragmented memories and the conversation he had just heard. The pieces clicked into place, making the situation clear.

The original owner's father is the current prime minister. A month ago, he had a drinking session with His Royal Highness, Prince Liang. When drunk, he agreed to His Royal Highness, Prince Liang's request to marry Xia Wan'er.

After the Grand Secretary sobered up, he deeply regretted his actions. How could he possibly bear to marry off Xia Wan'er, his beloved concubine Linglong's daughter, to the cruel King Liang?

Xia Wan'er also cried and refused to marry because she had already pledged her heart to the Crown Prince and wanted to be his wife.

As the chancellor had no choice, he arranged for his daughter Xia An to marry Liang Wang in place of him.

Although Xia Zi'an was the legitimate son, he never enjoyed the privileges of a legitimate heir in the Chancellor's mansion. His mother was even despised by the Chancellor.

The original owner, Xia Zi'an, naturally refused to agree to the marriage. Xia Wan'er then went to cry to Prince Murong Qiao.

Just now, what happened in the courtyard replayed in An's mind. Not only did Murongqiao force her to marry Liang Wang with the people from the Prime Minister's Mansion, but she even used torture. An could even hear the original owner Xia Zian's pleas before her death and the blood that stained the air as she died.

Xia Zi'an was consumed by rage, while Murong Qiao looked down on him with disdain and kicked him over: "Do you even deserve to think about this palace? Bah! Trash like you would be an insult if given to this palace as a concubine."

Xia Zi'an had already been put in a difficult position, this kick spared no mercy, kicking out a mouthful of blood. He clenched his fists, the rage in his eyes growing fiercer and brighter.

I tried to stand up, but the wounds were too severe. Even the slightest movement was excruciatingly painful.

Xia Wan'er timidly stepped forward, her face filled with guilt as she continued, "Sister, I'm sorry. I once promised you that I wouldn't have any improper thoughts towards the Crown Prince, but... words are so powerful, they simply cannot be controlled. The more I suppress my feelings for the Crown Prince, the deeper this longing becomes, and the more I can't extricate myself. Please forgive me for ignoring your warning."

Xia Wan'er's appearance was truly pitiful, but Xia Zi'an knew what she was really like behind closed doors.

Muranghqiao flew into a rage, "You dare to stop Wan'er from being with me? You are truly vicious!"

Xia Wan'er hurriedly grasped Murong Qiao's hand, choking back tears and saying: "Your Highness, please don't blame elder sister. As a younger sister, I shouldn't compete with my elder sister. It's my fault, it's because I couldn't control myself..."

Murongqiao said, "Waner, don't say any more. It's because your heart is too kind that you are always being bullied."

Xia Wan'er looked at Xia Zi'an, who was in a sorry state below, and a venomous glint flashed in her eyes. However, she pleaded with her voice, "Sister, please spare me and the Crown Prince. I will remember your kindness for a lifetime."

Zi An inhaled coldly, looking at the two with disdain as they performed their display of affection oblivious to him. A sense of disgust filled his heart. As a military doctor for the special forces unit in modern times, he was surrounded by straightforward and hearty individuals. He couldn't be bothered to speak with people who engaged in such petty schemes and insincere displays of emotion.

The memory that lingered in my mind told me that King Liang was disabled and cruel. Although he didn't have a legitimate wife, there were more than ten concubines in his palace. Moreover, it was rumored that half of these concubines were also disabled. One could only imagine what their lives were like in the palace.

The original owner probably knew this, so she was unwilling to marry King Liang.

Koan endured the pain and, with all his might, managed to spit out a single sentence, "Would you take my entire happiness in exchange for your own? You're truly shameless!"

When Murong Qiao heard this, he was suddenly furious and looked at Linglong, the mother of Xia Wan'er, who was sitting in a chair in the corridor. "What are you waiting for?"

Lady Linglong had been watching with great anxiety. If Xia Zi'an didn't agree, her daughter Wan'er would have to marry that demon king, Liang Wang. She had hoped that when the prince came today, Xia Zi'an would agree, but he refused to budge even after repeated torture.

Upon hearing your command, Your Lordship, I can no longer contain the rage burning in my heart. I bellow, "Come! Strike me! Strike me mercilessly until I comply!"

Lady Linglong gave an order, and the two burly servants immediately pinned Xia Zian down. The sound of the staff hitting Xia Zian's back rang out, leaving welts on his skin that were becoming increasingly blurry.

Eight years as a spy had forged an iron will. Gritting his teeth, he endured the shame and pain that weren't his to bear, blood welling up from his mouth, mouthful by mouthful. The blows on his back nearly shattered every bone.

Lady Linglong and Murong Qiao both didn't expect Xia Zian to be so outspoken. Lady Linglong was furious, losing all composure, and hurried down, grabbing Xia Zian's hair at his forehead and violently pulling his head up. She said viciously: "If you refuse to agree, you are digging your own grave."

Zi'an spat, a mouthful of blood landing on Lady Linglong's face. Lady Linglong was furious and grabbed Zi'an's hair, smashing her head onto the ground. She then stomped on Zi'an's back of the head, yelling, "I'll make you pay, I'll make you pay!"

Murong Qiao said coldly, "What more nonsense? If you don't agree, we will follow the prime minister's previous plan. We will accuse her of adultery and divorce her. Let's see if Yuan Shi can survive being divorced for such a disgraceful crime."

Zi An's heart was filled with fury, a fury mixed with deep pain. This wasn't hers; it belonged to the original owner, left behind in her brain and heart. One could imagine that before she died, the only thing the original owner couldn't let go of was her mother, Yuan Shi.

In his stupor, Zi'an only heard a solemn voice slowly rise, "Tomorrow is the wedding day. If you get injured again, you will be carried to the flower palanquin in a coma. The Liang King only wants the legitimate daughter of the Xiangfu as his wife. As for whether she will be disabled or disfigured afterward, the Liang King won't care."

Zi'an remembered the voice firmly. His experience as a special agent told him that the voice should belong to Xia Chengxiang, the original owner's father.

Even a tiger won't eat its own child, but this chancellor in the summer is worse than a pig or a dog.

Another harsh lash fell on his back, finally, he passed out.

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