Transmigrated to Ancient Times as a Female Prison Guard - Chapter 171: Next Hall

The handsome, noble, cold, and ruthless family heir Ignatius Leclair took a liking to the fostered girl Delphine Carter in his home.From then on, the aloof man transformed into a loyal companion, taking care of children, cooking... The entire aristocratic circle was utterly shocked, with everyone envying.Delphine Carter smiled serenely: cunning, energetic, vengeful, a different persona by day and night.[Reading Tips: 1V1, both protagonists are pure, sweet story, the heroine is beautiful.]

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I possessed a character with an intelligence of 100 in a classic medieval fantasy land-grabbing game. An intelligence score of 100. That meant my predictions were always accurate. However, since I was physically weak and didn’t quite understand why that was the case, I thought it best to just live quietly. But then… leaders who began to recognize my ability started to become obsessed with me.

She was transmigrated into a novel where she became the cannon fodder who abused the male lead and ultimately suffered her demise under said male lead. And to return back home, she had to obtain the city boundary map first.

Ye Mu doesn’t want to play a game! Now that she’s inside the book with such a plot, the only way around her death is to kill the male lead first and let this world collapse!

However, upon seeing a scraggly, skinny little boy whose brows were full of perseverance, her hand won’t move…

Well then, she would subdue the male lead’s tyrannical tendencies! How to do it? Raise the male lead and have him help her find the city boundary map? That’s a good idea!

Despite raising him properly, the male lead seems to have grown into a devious man who won’t listen to her. Moreover, he lures her over with the city boundary map.

“Do you want this or not? Then come to my bed.”

Her face was full of tears. Where was the promised honest and upstanding monarch? Does she have to raise him all over again?

The man smiles and pats her on the head, “Come on, stop crying. Wash and go to bed.”