Addicted to you - Chapter 39: Vanishing Carpet

Both parents deceased, Yu Tingwan lived under someone else's roof, toiling from dawn until late night without complaint.Her aunt was harsh and intended to sell her to a lecherous local squire who was past seventy.Yu Tingwan had reached her breaking point!She refused to be servile any longer!Instead of having her marriage manipulated, she would rather take charge herself.On her way back from a failed matchmaking session, she stumbled upon the Wei Family's young master, who was being carried, covered in wounds.Yu Tingwan unexpectedly felt dizzy, and suddenly her eyes were filled with red and inappropriate visions. The sound of gongs and drums filled the air as the Wei Family's young master, dressed in wedding garments, had a gloomy expression and was pushed into the bridal chamber by his mother.Who knew which unlucky girl was marrying him!Yu Tingwan saw the face of the bride who was struggling on the bed.Incredibly… it was her!!!General Wei Zhao was proud and noble, having achieved great military honors. After uncovering a colossal deception that had been plotting against him for more than ten years, he felt utterly absurd and bore a wish to die.In a border battle, he used the Cloud-breaking Spear that had slain enemies to stab himself.But he didn’t die, becoming a member of the remote Wei Family village.Throughout his life, Wei Zhao had only known darkness and despair; he thought he would never see the light.Until someone broke in.She fiercely grabbed his collar, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a peck.“Don't be ungrateful; you should secretly rejoice in marrying me.”

A weary historian dies and finds himself in a different world awakened in a life as the notorious young Duke of a southern state. His nation is weakened, his army underfed, and his neighbors revolve around his lands menacingly. No one believes his land is going to hold out until winter.But this newfound duke is no naive simpleton his enemies recollect. He carries with him the experience of centuries of war and empire, of starting and ending monarchies. From Caesar to Napoleon, from the Mongols to world wars, he has learned from each of them—and his strategy is to make history his very own arms.He organizes his smashed levies into well-trained formations, rebuilds his castles, and turns his villages into supply centers. Where others see defeat, he senses opportunity. As he triumphs, rumors spread: of a pennant red as winter snow that shall not go to ground, of a bloody duke who writes his name in gore and flame.Is he a savior who's constructing a new empire, or a tyrant who's going to bring the world to endless war?

To exist in a certain place, at a certain time—it's always either by chance, or by choice.But sometimes,There is a third force.One that doesn't ask.One that doesn't explain.It simply places you—wherever it wants.Arséne had always been dragged into places he never chose.Situations he never asked for.Realities he never belonged to.And when, at last, he decided to act on his own terms—To take the initiative,To move first,To choose…He simply died.

“It’s true… So why does no one believe me?”Sometimes, I play small pranks, but they’re really just small ones.I’m not the mastermind at all.