MTL - First Prince of Ming Dynasty - Chapter 812 separate

[Fast Wear + Group Pampering + Gentle Female Lead + Crushing Scum]Su Zhiruan had died unexpectedly and was bound to the Childbirth System. Completing tasks would earn her eternal life and inexhaustible wealth.This sounds great!In her last life, she had no children. After binding with the system, she became blessed with many children and was pampered to the heavens by the male lead!All her children were obedient, sensible, and easy to raise, making her a true bringer of fortune![Scenario One]: Five years into the Emperor's reign, the harem had produced no offspring. After a night of passion with Su Zhiruan, the harem became filled with princes and princesses. The Emperor would dote on them even during court sessions, setting aside his imperial deportment to play with the children and personally teach the princes. His gaze towards Su Zhiruan grew increasingly fervent.“My dear, would you like to be my Empress, and together take care of our children, becoming my wife above all others?”[Scenario Two]: The most mysterious gentleman in the Capital City was rumored to be disabled. Approaching middle age without any descendants, his relatives eyed his fortune and wished him dead daily. Su Zhiruan's arrival utterly dispelled their schemes, as she bore this handsome man a brood of children. When she thought to leave, he held onto her, his normally cold and proud eyes filled with pleading. His voice was deep and low.“Wife, please don't leave me and our children. I beg you.”

“I am Bianca Valestra, Witch of the Frozen Night, an enemy of Humanity. By choosing to follow me, you will be fighting not just humans—but the entire world. I no longer wish to lie to you, Elian. If you wish to walk away or choose another path, I will let you.”Yet the boy shook his head and laid his hand gently over hers.“I am no longer human. I just committed what I think to be genocide. I am not afraid. For you—the one who saved me, gave me purpose, and my only desire—I will fight. I do not care how many come. I will kill them all.”___In the year 2030, everything changed.Portals to other dimensions appeared without warning.We called them dungeons.And from them came monsters that knew only destruction.But in humanity’s darkest hour, a sliver of hope emerged.People began awakening strange abilities—Talents—to fight back.Years passed. A fragile normal returned.Our story begins with Elian Reeds, a teenage student born in this new world—without a Talent.A Defect, they called him. Useless. Broken.That is, until he meets her.A fallen villainess whose name still strikes fear and reverence alike:Bianca Valestra—divine in beauty, and colder than death.This is the tale of their meeting.The chronicle of their journey.And the legacy of their triumph.

I seem to have reincarnated in the world of an r-rated romance fantasy novel. And not just as an ordinary character, but as the witch who loses her life to the crazy male lead!

Luckily there is a long 200 years until the main characters are born and grow into their roles.

Now that my life is not in imminent danger, shall we leisurely think of ways to avoid death?

However, I had not taken notice of a very important detail about the time I’d be spending ‘safe from imminent danger’. 200 years was by no means a short waiting period and by the time the younger version of the male lead appeared in front of me , I had completely forgotten the original novel’s plot!

Oh, whatever, now that it’s come to this, the only way to survive is to raise the male lead into a sane and stable adult! The first step to avoiding death by the hands of the tyrant male lead is changing this extremely frightened child’s life.

“It must be very inconvenient for you to have me suddenly show up on your doorstep, I’m sorry. You can tell me to go away, I’ll be fine.”

“Nonsense. Do I look like someone who could be inconvenienced by a little boy like you? Also, what do you mean by you’ll be fine even if told to go away? It’s not like you have anywhere to go back to, kid.”

The little boy burst into tears.

‘Oh, this is so not it.’ Was what the witch thought to herself as the little boy sobbed