Cultivation by Trial and Error - Chapter 7 - Origins

Her grandfather was the emperor’s respected teacher, with disciples all over the world.

Her mother was well-read in poetry since childhood and was the most talented woman in the previous dynasty.

Her father started from nothing and gained the emperor’s favor, rising to Minister of Personnel.

Li Mingwei was an unrivaled noblewoman in the capital city.

A mistaken marriage let her see through worldly affairs. She fled the hustle and bustle and returned to live in her countryside residence, choosing a different kind of life.

By the side of the blue stone road, that person had stood still for a long time. He held an umbrella and reached out a hand to her.

Zhen Yuanbai, the good student, accidentally injured Shi Bufan, the school bully, after a crash. Blood spilled everywhere.

She was a famous plastic surgeon in the 21st century, both at home and abroad. But one day, she transmigrated to become a young lady in the Prime Minister’s Mansion and got bullied. The concubine hung her up and beat her, forcing her to marry a fifty years old general as his second wife! But unexpectedly, she received an imperial edict and was asked to marry the emperor’s fifth son – the Evil King.

Who was the Evil King? A gunpowder explosion destroyed his appearance and one of his eyes. After waking up, Evil King’s temperament changed drastically. The handsome young man became a bloodthirsty and cruel tyrannical king. This was not even the most frightening thing. It was said that the Evil King had four wives, but none of them had lived over a month!

Last night, the Evil King’s fourth wife died. Today, she was tied up and sent to his mansion …

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The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.