The weak Song Kingdom sent a little prince to the Great Lin Dynasty as a hostage

The little prince was beautiful and harmless, but lived a life of misery in the Great Lin Dynasty

Grace Baker, a hardcore face-con, often lent a helping hand to this little pitiful one

Later, the little pitiful one grew up to become a great demon king

He returned home, killed his father and seized the throne, leading a hundred thousand iron cavalry to the banks of the Huai River

Clad in black armor, crimson cape billowing, he smiled and said: Go back and tell your emperor, all I want is Princess Yong’an

Princess Yong’an Grace Baker: ???

To think that I, a legendary green tea, would end up falling to a wolf in sheep’s clothing

Grace Baker: You’re acting against me

Eleanor Wright: I concede, you and I are just acting against each other

Chapter 1 【01】

Grace Baker died on the night of her twenty-seventh birthday.

Every year, she would throw a party at the seaside villa, partying with her wild friends until dawn, even her parents’ gifts were sent there in advance.

But this time, she happened to have a bout of gastroenteritis, went to the hospital in the morning for some medicine, then returned to the downtown high-rise nearby, and slept in her bedroom the whole day.

She was woken up at night by noises from the living room.

After her parents separated, they lived their own lives, but this downtown apartment was jointly owned by both, and had been left empty for a long time. When Grace Baker walked out clutching her stomach, she saw her fashionably dressed mother rolling on the sofa with a young stud.

Grace Baker froze for two seconds, turned around to change clothes in her bedroom, then slammed the door and left.

When she got to the garage, Mrs. Baker called her and asked, “What are you doing here? Didn’t you go to the party?”

Grace Baker opened the door of her Lamborghini, didn’t answer, and asked back, “Did you get divorced?”

Mrs. Baker said, “No.”

She let out a laugh, “I really don’t know what the point of all this is.” The person on the other end wanted to say something else, but she added, “Go ahead, don’t worry, I won’t tell Dad.”

Just like when she recently caught her dad bringing someone back to the villa, and didn’t tell her mom either.

Since she was a child, this couple had always done their own thing. She’d seen more than enough of what should and shouldn’t be seen over the years. Other than disgust, she felt nothing else.

As she was about to hang up, the other side seemed to remember and said, “Xiao Lu, happy birthday.”

Grace Baker started the car, “Thanks.”

Driving along the coastal highway, her phone rang again—it was her fake friend calling, shouting, “You finally picked up? We’re at DC, are you coming?” Then she lowered her voice, sounding a bit excited, “Henry Clark is here too, he said he wants to apologize for what happened with his girlfriend last time! Oh wait, ex-girlfriend now. She splashed coffee on you, serves her right!”

Her stomach started hurting again. One hand clutching her stomach, the other on the wheel, she replied weakly, “I’m not coming, you guys have fun.”

The fake friend exclaimed, “Then what about Henry Clark?”

Grace Baker laughed, “Why should I care about him?”

The other side was speechless, “He broke up with his girlfriend because of you.”

She replied casually, “It’s not like I made him break up. I didn’t do anything.”

Silence on the other end.

Another wave of pain twisted in her stomach. Grace Baker bent over in pain, reaching to hang up. Suddenly, the screech of brakes sounded ahead—a large truck skidded across at high speed.

Grace Baker jerked the steering wheel, the car crashed into the guardrail, and flew off the cliff toward the sea below.

In those few seconds in the air, the world spun.

Grace Baker felt strangely calm inside, with only one thought in her mind.

Sure enough, doing too many bad things brings retribution. In the next life, she would definitely be a good person.

……

But she didn’t expect the next life to come so soon. It felt like just a nap, and when she opened her eyes again, she was alive once more.

Grace Baker stared blankly for three seconds, raised her thin arm to look at it for a while, then turned her head to the side.

By the bed sat a woman in palace attire, with very beautiful features but a pale, sickly complexion, her whole body exuding an air of deathly illness, quietly embroidering a piece of silk.

While Grace Baker was still secretly observing, a palace maid entered at the door: “Your Highness, the medicine has been brought back.”

The woman stood up, “Where is the imperial physician?”