The Abandoned Empress - Chapter 12

Xia Changge is a timid and honest cultivator who has practiced for thirty years without even killing a chicken.

His ordinary life changed after he was killed because his fellow Daoist next door went out to seek opportunities, and begged Xia Changge to help take care of his wife and daughter…

Longevity flow, independent family flow.

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#Forbidden Love, #Sweet, #Doting, #Sweet Revenge“Why can't they let me go? I have done everything for them! I sacrificed everything, and I gave them everything, even my own eyes... I betrayed the only person who ever loved me! Why are you doing this to me? Why do they have to do this to me? ” Zhou Yuxi, who was blind and crippled, crawled through the floor, she didn't know where to head or where to move to, but she was determined to crawl forward.She was determined to end this kind of life! She was determined to crawl to the end; she wanted to end all these miseries.“Just go on as you are going! Your end is just there... Just nearby, go on...” She could hear that voice that she wasn't familiar with and couldn't decipher if it was a female or male! But why was that voice telling her the end was just close by?Did this mean that she just needed to crawl forward, and she would get to the end?She struggled but kept moving until she felt she was at the edge of the unknown floor; she didn't stop but crawled forward, only to fall.“Nooooo! Don't...” She could hear that familiar voice trying to stop her but it was a tad bit too late. She opened her crippled hands trying to feel the fresh air.

I’ve become the ultimate crafting all-master character in a game world, excelling at everything except combat.And now, I am the only one who can save this Northern Grand Duchy.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”