Stolen by the Rebel King - Chapter 78: Familiar Face

In that life, Fan Qingyao was the daughter of a famous family, the successor of a miraculous doctor, and her medical skills were superb. But she poisoned the traitor Zhongliang, considered the thief his father, and threatened her relatives to seek power and seize the throne for him.

The whole family of my grandfather died without any body parts, and my brother was burned into a handful of ashes. Having been drained of all her value, she was thrown into the cold palace and died tragically under the boning knife in his hand.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back to when she was ten years old. People are still the same people, things are still the same, but Fan Qingyao vows to turn things around!

For her seriously ill mother, her wasted sister, and her nameless brother, she wanted to personally find happiness and health for them, and a bright future ahead of them.

Stepmother who dominates her mother’s status, since you love money, I will keep you in poverty for the rest of your life.

Partial father, if you like power, I will ruin your reputation!

You scumbag who deceived her, you love the throne, I will let you watch others sit on that chair!

My sister with a hidden smile, everything you like, I will crush it to pieces in front of you with my own hands!

In this life, relatives must be protected and enemies must be fought. Of course, revenge is not avenged in a day, and the road is not completed in one day.

However, as this road of revenge continues, one more person appears out of thin air! Your Highness, could you please give way?

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[Rebirth back to the era of ambiguous death with the bosses]
In her previous life, Jiang Xuening was a standard Mary Su. For the sake of the queen’s throne, she hooked up everywhere and messed with others.
When falling in love with the emperor, the rebel is a backup;
When falling in love with a student, the husband is a backup;
When falling in love with the boss, the subordinate is the backup tire;
When dating a woman, a man is a backup…?
Every day is a Shura field! (wrong)
Anyway, no matter who is the emperor, she will be the queen!
The men thought they had walked into a silly, sweet heart, but they didn’t expect to walk into the fish pond of a scumbag girl, and this woman also worked part-time as Neptune.
Later the palace changed.
she died.
God gave her a second chance.
She vowed to make amends.
I never expected that when I was reborn and [already] started messing around, there was no time to change it! ! !
Jiang Xuening was furious: The thief is playing tricks! My aunt was born with eight legs! Believe it or not, I got angry [beep——]
Myocardial infarction in the sky: what if the ship capsizes again?
Jiang Xuening’s indifferent face: cold salad.
Well, it’s all talk.
How can we break up safely without offending the bosses?
So difficult o(╥﹏╥)o

Remark:
1. HE, 1V1;
2. Su Su Su Su Su Wen, write with a keyboard, don’t come in and scold me;
3. Weibo @Window 时镜.

Content tags: Mistakes, time travel, palace fighting, rebirth
Search keywords: Protagonist: Jiang Xuening ┃ Supporting roles: Xie Wei, Zhang Zhe, Yan Lin, You Fangyin, Shen Zhiyi, Zhou Yinzhi, Xiao Dingfei, Shen Jie ┃ Others: Fang Fei, Su

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A cheating boyfriend and a traitorous best friend had always been a cliché start to a story. Fil often thought those things only happened in such narratives. Who would have thought this same cliché twist would happen to her?Fil was a devout Christian who held marriage and marital fidelity sacred. She had been a very good girl from childhood to adulthood. But when she caught her childhood sweetheart slash fiancé and her best friend rolling under the sheets, Fil wanted to rebel for the first time.The first step of her rebellious journey? Getting drunk.After drowning her sorrows with the help of alcohol, Fil met the enigmatic Jackson. The moment her eyes met those tantalizing golden orbs, words slipped past her lips without any notion of the kind of situation she was getting herself into:“Will I go to hell if I lose my virginity before marriage?”His thin, red lips curled up as a glint flickered across his naturally sharp eyes, and he said, “Who knows? But I can bring heaven to you if you want me to.”*****Jackson.A man shrouded in mystery and secrets, licentious to the core with zero morality, someone who had grown bored playing games with life. Until one fateful night, a woman suddenly appeared before him — a perfect prey for a boring night.Little did he know, a night with a rebellious wannabee wouldn’t be enough to quench his biological urge. Nor would he ever fathom the colors she gave to his gray-colored world.A good girl with dirty thoughts and a sinful man who had even dirtier thoughts.A relationship that started for revenge and to satisfy one’s need; was there even space for true love?How? When the man bending her down would nastily whisper in her ear, “You've been a fucking good girl.”****As the two grapple with their own demons threatening to tear them apart, doubts would start surfacing in their hearts. Was this rebellion worth sacrificing her principles for? Could she truly find happiness in the arms of a man so steeped in darkness?And for Jackson, was redemption possible for a devil like him? And if so, would she be the one to lead him towards the light? Would she even accept his darkest secrets and the hell of his world?In a world where trust was a rare commodity and love was a fragile flame, Fil and Jackson would have to navigate the treacherous waters of desire and redemption.Would they face the unknown together? Or would they let go to save themselves from the impending pain of being together?

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.