Unscented - Chapter 183 - 125 Will You Marry Me

Officer, if I told you this just was a “Healing-type Game,” would you believe me?

To the world, Isabella Harrington is nothing special--quiet and easy to forget despite her wealthy background. After her parents died ten years ago, her inheritance fell under her uncle's control. Even her marriage was perfectly planned by them.But Isabella was far from being anyone's pawn.Behind her calm smile and flawless disguise hides a fiercer and more ruthless side. She would do anything to take back everything that was stolen from her, even if it meant attaching herself to her family's rival.Enter Kaelian Veyron, the young master of the powerful Veyron family and president of Phoenix Corporation. He's the man every woman dreams of marrying.Cold, calculating, and devastatingly handsome, he easily tops the nation's “most desired” men lists even after an accident left him blind.No one, however, imagined that the 'ordinary' Harrington heiress would pursue him so relentlessly that she boldly moved in next door, sent him flirty texts, and removed all obstacles from his path, and even confessed her feelings in public.Everyone waited for her to be rejected and humiliated.Unexpectedly, Kaelian surprises them all by taking Isabella as his wife....He thought her feelings for him were fleeting, and he should get rid of her early.But later, he realized, she had already stolen his heart.Now, he can’t let her go.

A new emperor rules each year in Yohuachanca.Only the most delicious of food graces his palate; the realm’s most beautiful women fill his harem; his palace dazzles the mind in its beauty; and four priestesses counsel him in all matters. The life of an emperor is good, luxurious, and short. For at the year’s end, he is sacrificed to the Nightlords under the light of the Scarlet Moon.I am Iztac. A pisspoor orphan and the year’s emperor. A sacrifice bound for the altar. But the vampires have made a mistake this time. For I am a sorcerer, whose soul journeys into the secret underworld to plunder the secret spells of the dead. There, in the darkness, hides the power to drag the Nightlords off their throne. I have a year to find it, or perish for good.I may not be the first emperor, but I will be the last.

After the State Preceptor was struck by lightning for her careless words, she transmigrated to the world two thousand years later. Penniless, the State Preceptor begins telling fortunes to earn money:Netizen: “I've been having constant bad luck lately, what's going on?”Shen Zhiyao: “Your son is using a Curse Technique on you.”Netizen: “Why are my clothes missing every morning when I wake up?”Shen Zhiyao: “Your dad is streaking in the underworld! And you still expect to wear clothes?”Netizen: “What's the deal with my roommate who sits at the head of my bed every morning as soon as she wakes up?”Shen Zhiyao: “Because she's always dreaming of her lover! She's in heat!”Child of Destiny: “Streamer, I just went to climb a mountain and ended up with crippled legs, what should I do?”Shen Zhiyao: “It's because you were so vile as to piss on someone's grave.”Afterwards, Shen Zhiyao stormed into the entertainment industry with her fortune-telling.Those who had once framed her now knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, begging Shen Zhiyao: “Grand Ancestress, I'm begging you, please tell my fortune!”“Hmm... It depends on my mood!”