Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

Lin Feilu had witnessed the struggle between Lin Qing and Lin Ting all these years, so it was natural for her to comprehend how brutal it was to have a secure grasp of the throne. According to her understanding, even if Little Pretty Boy returned to his country, it would be considered a good end to just bask in his royal wealth for the rest of his life.

Who would have thought that what he sought after was the throne of his empire?

What kind of means and strategies did he rely on to arrange everything that played out in his country, thousands of miles away, as a royal prisoner? How could he pull off what he did to the point of ascending to the throne?

It was scary to even think about it.

Not only were all the incidents terrifying, but she also started to fear this very person.

He killed his father and brother, beheaded the courtiers, and imprisoned the other Princes. Did he use the same hands that carved wood carvings for her, painted martial arts secrets, and hugged her to do all those things?

I’m going to go insane!

Lin Feilu covered her head with a pillow and wailed twice. Then, she got up and took out the Jimo Sword Manual.

This birthday gift sent to her from thousands of miles away represented his intentions and sincerity. Besides, it was a unique gift that no other would possess.

That train of thought sometimes woke her up in the middle of the night, causing her to smile silently.

She had liked the feeling of being held dear to his heart.

In the future, will there be no more moments like that?

The Emperor was the highest ranked position in the entire country. He was above all his people and would own everything in that world of his. His subjects would adhere to his orders one by one, never refuting his imperial decrees.

He would have a harem, and the harem would have a large number of world-class beauties.

For a moment, Lin Feilu didn’t know what she was more worried about— Pretty Boy’s unapologetic manslaughter towards his own family or the fact that he would one day have countless exquisite concubines.

She stared at the Jimo Sword Manual for a while. Feeling overwhelmingly angry, she smashed the book against the corner of the bed and watched as it flopped onto the floor.

After being sullen for a while, she silently crawled over to pick up the manual, patted it, and placed it back into her arms.

This night was destined to be sleepless as she tossed and turned repeatedly. It was already early dawn when she finally managed to get some sleep, despite several strange dreams. After sunrise, Lin Ting knocked on the door, “Little Five, are you up?”

She responded lazily on the bed.

Lin Ting said, “The temperature decreased a bit today, and it’s gotten a little cold. Let’s go and buy some autumn clothes together before leaving.”

Only then did Lin Feilu get up weakly and head out after washing up. Lin Ting looked at her haggard face and asked worriedly, “Didn’t you sleep well?”

Lin Feilu thought about it and asked, “Brother, will we be fighting against the Song Empire?”

Lin Ting was stunned for a moment but smiled helplessly, “It’s because of this that you didn’t sleep well? You need not worry about this,” After a while, he said, “Based on my understanding of Father Emperor, as long as the Song Empire does not take the initiative to send their troops, we will wage no war.”