Princess, something terrible has happened! The prince consort has attempted suicide again!

"Zhang Xiaomeng, how dare you!"

"How dare you offend Princess Changning! Guards, beat her to death!"

In a daze, a roar filled with boundless rage resounded throughout the hall.

Zhang Xiaomeng suddenly woke up, his confused consciousness instantly clearing up a bit.

where am I?

Filled with doubt, he realized that he was lying face down on a cold, hard bench, feeling weak and sore all over.

Just as he was about to prop himself up on his arms, two burly, powerful black figures suddenly pressed down on him.

Two palace guards dressed in black armor held his shoulders down tightly, their knuckles digging into his flesh, rendering him completely immobile.

Almost simultaneously, countless unfamiliar fragments of memory flooded into my mind like a tidal wave.

I really time-traveled!

He transmigrated to this fictional Dongling Kingdom and became the eldest son of the Marquis of Yongwu's family.

The original owner was a notorious playboy who, coveting Princess Changning's beauty, bribed the palace guards on duty late at night to disguise himself as a eunuch and sneak into the palace, hoping to peep at the princess bathing.

They were caught red-handed on the spot, with the stolen goods seized.

The emperor was furious and immediately ordered him to be beaten to death to uphold the dignity of the imperial family.

After understanding the plot, Zhang Xiaomeng did not panic or beg for mercy; instead, he hoped to die quickly.

Because he was dumped by his girlfriend in his previous life for being too poor, he unexpectedly obtained a system for achieving financial freedom.

He completed 99% of the bizarre tasks, the last of which was to commit suicide and travel back in time. If he died and went back, he could unlock a billion-dollar prize.

I never expected to be executed so soon after transmigrating; it's like heaven is helping me.

One hundred billion, here I come!

"Snapped!"

A dull, piercing sound of a stick striking suddenly rang out, shattering the solemnity of the hall.

The guard in charge of the execution mustered all his strength, and the thick wooden stick, carrying a strong wind, slammed down hard on Zhang Xiaomeng's buttocks.

Zhang Xiaomeng simply closed his eyes, tensed his body, and prepared to grit his teeth and endure it.

The expected excruciating pain did not occur; instead, a light, floating sensation came from my buttocks.

It was as light as a feather, without the slightest pain.

What happened?

Did this guard not eat, or was he deliberately letting the guard go without water?

Zhang Xiaomeng opened his eyes and glanced displeasedly at the executioner in front of him.

Could it be that they dared not kill him out of consideration for the Marquis of Yongwu's family?

Just as he was filled with doubt, the woman in palace attire who had been sitting on a carved sandalwood chair above the main hall suddenly changed her expression.

A sharp, piercing pain, as if her bones were breaking, suddenly exploded from her buttocks.

The pain was incredibly clear, exactly like being struck hard with a stick.

Her delicate body trembled violently, and she could no longer maintain her dignified posture. She abruptly stood up from the chair, her fair hands clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white.

This woman is none other than Princess Changning of Dongling Kingdom—Zhao Changning.

She was born with an unparalleled beauty, with exquisite and picturesque features, yet she possessed none of the fragility and gentleness of an ordinary woman.

Her posture was as upright as a pine tree, her beautiful eyes were as sharp as knives, and her brows were filled with the solemn and heroic spirit of someone who had been through many battles and bloody fights. She also exuded an aura of majesty that made people dare not look directly at her.

Legend has it that Princess Changning was born with superhuman strength. She was obsessed with swords and spears from a young age. At the age of ten, she could lift a hundred-pound boulder with one hand. At the age of fifteen, she volunteered to join the army, fought on the battlefield, and made great achievements. She was hailed by the world as the Goddess of War of Dongling.

That is why His Majesty dotes on her so much, treating her as the apple of his eye.

"Changning, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

On the dragon throne, Emperor Zhao Qiandong of Dongling, though over fifty years old, was clad in a dragon robe, exuding imperial majesty that made people dare not look up at him.

But when he looked at Zhao Changning, his cold and stern expression instantly softened, and his eyes were filled with unconcealed concern and tenderness, as if he were afraid that she might suffer the slightest mishap.

"Father, your son..."

Zhao Changning endured the excruciating pain and was about to speak when the executioner raised the wooden stick again and swung it down with all his might.

"Snapped!"

Another loud bang.

This time, the pain was even more intense, shooting up the spine like lightning to the top of the head.

Even with Zhao Changning's exceptional martial arts skills and his superior pain tolerance from years of battle, he still gasped in pain.

Her once rosy complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, cold sweat poured down her back, and her delicate body trembled uncontrollably. She hurriedly reached out to grab the armrest of the chair beside her, barely managing to steady herself and avoid falling over.

What exactly happened?

Zhao Changning was extremely confused, but then something suddenly occurred to him, and his heart skipped a beat.

Is it

Seeing the guard's stick about to fall again, Zhao Changning's expression changed drastically, and she immediately shouted sharply, "Stop!"

The executioner's wooden stick suddenly stopped in mid-air, and he looked at the princess with a puzzled expression.

It's unclear why this princess, who is known for her ruthless and decisive nature, suddenly intervened.

Despite the throbbing pain in his buttocks, Zhao Changning walked briskly to the executioner, snatched the wooden stick from his hand, and gently struck Zhang Xiaomeng's thigh with it.

The force of this strike was extremely light, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

But just as the wooden stick touched Zhang Xiaomeng's thigh, a distinct pain instantly came from the exact same spot on Zhao Changning's body, incredibly real.

Sure enough!

All the pain that this lecherous man suffered was transferred onto himself!

Zhao Changning was shocked. He immediately recalled that not long ago, when he was ordered to lead his troops to besiege a branch of the Black Lotus Sect, he was ambushed by an old witch in the sect and afflicted with the Life-and-Death Gu.

This Gu has a mother and a child; any injuries suffered by the mother Gu host will be borne by the child Gu host.

If the mother Gu host dies, the child Gu host will be buried with her.

The offspring Gu was inside Zhao Changning's body; she never expected the mother Gu to be on this lecherous man.

Damn!

Zhao Changning trembled with rage, his eyes swirling with boundless fury and indescribable frustration.

She was a princess of noble birth, a female war goddess revered by all in the Eastern Ling Kingdom, renowned for her outstanding military achievements. Her status was so high, yet now she was to have her life intertwined with that of a notorious playboy. It was utterly ridiculous.

Even though she was burning with anger, she dared not reveal the slightest clue.

This matter concerns her own life and fortune. If word gets out, it will cause turmoil in the court, and her situation will be in grave danger.

Therefore, we must never let anyone know.

"Changning, I know you are resentful, but such a crude matter should be left to the servants to handle. Don't dirty your hands."

Seeing his beloved daughter take matters into her own hands, Zhao Qiandong was heartbroken. His face darkened, and he no longer intended to hold back. He sternly ordered the guards before the palace, "Drag this madman away and behead him immediately! Hang his head above the palace gate as a warning to others!"

"As you command!"

The two guards responded in unison and immediately stepped forward, lifting Zhang Xiaomeng, who was lying on the bench, one on each side, and dragging him out of the hall.

Zhang Xiaomeng offered no resistance whatsoever, but secretly he was overjoyed.

Beheading is much more painful than being slowly beaten with sticks; one slash and you're back in the modern world.

He was already imagining what life would be like after unlocking the billion-dollar prize: living in a top-tier mansion, driving a limited-edition luxury car, surrounded by beautiful women, and having countless underlings at his beck and call.

Let's have a "Tonight's expenses are on Mr. Zhang" event then.

This life couldn't be better.

Just as he was about to be dragged out of the main hall, full of anticipation for his release, a sharp, delicate shout suddenly came from behind him.

"stop!"