"My Princess Consort

M Country At the edge of a cliff, a woman was hanging in mid-air. She wore jeans that encased her once-straight, beautiful legs, now bent and broken. Her white short-sleeved shirt was unrecognizable, covered in whip marks and blood. Her arms hung limply, drained of strength. Exposed elbows revealed countless needle marks. Chains pierced her body, making every movement excruciating and causing blood to flow profusely. “They've been injecting her with chemical toxins for days, and she’s still alive. She’s tough,” one of the guards remarked. “I heard she has a natural immunity to poison,” the other guard replied. “No wonder the bosses are so concerned. They lost a lot of men capturing her. If we can figure out how her blood works, we could develop a new antidote and make a fortune.” The guards, both armed, lit cigarettes and continued to gossip nearby. The woman’s head hung low, her messy hair obscuring her face. But the elegant curve of her chin hinted at her beauty. Hearing their conversation, a mocking smile curled on her lips. “A fortune? Let's see if you even live to spend it,” she thought, her gaze fixed in the distance. Her ears picked up a faint sound. It was coming. A helicopter's roar filled the air. The guards panicked, frantically pressing a red button, desperately shouting in their native tongue—a distress signal. But they were too late. The helicopter wasn't there to rescue her. Poison Nine, as she was known, had long given up on escaping when she fell into the d**g lord's hands. She had abandoned hope when they broke her legs and crushed her hands. Suddenly, a crossbow bolt struck the cliff's edge, landing just within Poison Nine's reach. Attached to it was a remote control. She recognized it immediately; she had designed it herself. The helicopter was already empty, loaded with a new type of explosive she had concocted—enough to obliterate the d**g lord's entire hideout. The helicopter sped toward its target. Poison Nine smiled, using every ounce of her remaining strength to press the button with her finger. Boom! A massive explosion engulfed everything, including the terror-stricken guards, the emergency signals from the d**g lord, and the sky, which turned a deep crimson. Even in death, she would take her enemies down with her. Ao Long Continent Qinglong Kingdom At the bottom of a deep cliff, a valley swarmed with countless venomous snakes. Suddenly, a woman's body was tossed down, becoming one with the valley. The snakes began to wrap around and bite her, but she remained motionless, like a corpse. Despite her disheveled hair, her face was extraordinarily beautiful. A small green snake slithered over, raising its upper body to survey the other snakes. The serpents recoiled, retreating to give it space, as if they were in the presence of their king. Satisfied, the green snake coiled itself around the woman’s neck and sank its fangs into her flesh. But then, a delicate, pale hand grabbed the snake and violently flung it away. If snakes could scream, the valley would have echoed with their cries. The body that had been lying still suddenly sat up, her cold eyes as chilling as the ten-layer ice crevices of the Yu Shui Valley, freezing the snakes in their tracks with a terrifying and murderous aura. Poison Nine looked around, suddenly pausing. Where was she? She tried to stand up, remembering that her legs were crippled. How could she have the strength? A self-deprecating smile formed on her lips, but then she looked down at her hands. They were clean, delicate, even slightly childlike. She was stunned. She raised her hand, flexing it. She had strength. She looked at her legs, moved them, and they lifted. A shiver ran through Poison Nine’s body. She couldn’t believe her limbs—they could walk, jump, and move. They were healthy! Tears streamed down her face, but her eyes were filled with joy. More than death, Poison Nine feared a life she couldn’t face—an unbearable future. But now, fate had given her a second chance, even if the original owner of this body wasn’t her. A sharp pain shot through her head as memories flooded in. Poison Nine absorbed the memories of this body's previous owner.