How to Survive as a Genius Spy in the Game - Chapter 165: Mondegreen (3)

“Yan,” the protagonist, was brainwashed by the emperor and lived as his puppet. After finding out he was being played by the emperor, he planned to seek revenge, but collapsed due to the emperor’s might. He thought he had died, but when he woke up, he realized he had regressed to the time when he was a recruit. Whether to seek revenge on the emperor or to find his family. The choice lay in his hands.

All Amy needed to do was get away from her pursuers. The last thing she thought she'd encounter was being kidnapped, drugged and offered to some smelly fat old man.

But no, he wasn't any of that. Zach was simply a god. And he was drugged, just like her. It could be the drugs or she just genuinely found him irresistible. And to her luck, he didn't resist her when she made a move on him. When she found out how much of a beast he was in bed, she wasn't complaining.

But she knew they were not supposed to cross paths. So when she finally left the next morning, little did she know that fate had a 'little surprise' in store.

twelve years ago.

The queen gave birth to a princess, who claimed to be the prince, named Xia Shimin.

three years ago.

Xia Shimin was established as the prince, and made a marriage contract with the current Taifu’s daughter to stabilize the imperial power.

…

Zhang Ronghua had traveled through time when she was born, hereditary and hereditary, her roots were straight and her roots were straight, and she was an upright Forbidden Army. He had been in the palace for fifteen years, and his talent would increase a little with each passing day.

Seeing that the prince’s wedding was getting closer, he accidentally broke the body of the prince’s daughter.

The night of the wedding.

Prince: “You can replace the lonely bridal chamber!”

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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…