MTL - Mulan Has No Elder Brother - Chapter 9 Sharpen Brother

Xiong Zhi ran away from her unwanted marriage.

That day, Linfeng, her aide, died while protecting her. The man who she held dearly in her heart died in her arms.

In her last breath, she uttered,

“Never again to be weak...Never again wasted our precious time...I’ll promise...In the next lifetime... I will protect you...and..love you...”

Full of regrets, she closed her eyes, wanting to be united with the man in the underworld.

However, when she opened her eyes, she found herself in her sixteen-year-old body.

Realizing she had a second chance, the cold, indifferent, obedient, and meek young miss of the Xiong family was reborn as a strong, sharp, vengeful, bold, and confident woman.

In this lifetime, she will fulfill her promise with no regrets.

Of course, including seducing Linfeng again.

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All characters, name, place and plots are from my own world.

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