MTL - Only I Can Use Summoning - Chapter 957 Mrs Timis

Shen Meng is a factory worker who encountered a car accident while delivering a contract to a business partner.While she was bedridden and suffering alone, she suddenly discovered a spatial power.Before she could be happy for two days, the side effects of the space emerged, causing her to have strange dreams almost every night.Realizing the situation quickly, Shen Meng hurriedly sold her house and car and started hoarding supplies frantically in case she ended up in a place lacking food and clothing, fearing she might starve to death.While she was once again on her way to stock up, another car accident occurred. When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated into a period novel as a vicious supporting role doomed to a tragic end for opposing the female protagonist Jinli.Not only was her own reputation destroyed, ending in an accidental tragic death, but her four children also became extreme due to lack of guidance and frequent childhood abuse, resulting in psychological issues leading to tragic fates.Moreover, the man, who had been a soldier contributing to the country, was ambushed and hit on the back of the head, becoming mentally impaired forever, and he drowned in the river during winter while holding the clothes they married in.To change her destiny, Shen Meng had to redeem her reputation and guide the children towards good as they were descendants of a hero, and she couldn't stand watching them fall.Occupying the original body's identity, Shen Meng decided to be filial to the elderly, take care of the children, and lead the whole family towards a prosperous path.Just that the man, who always protected the country and had a lukewarm relationship with her, seemed to look at her increasingly passionately.

He is Xi Liang’s legendary emperor: a decisive and ruthless king; a man of supreme wisdom; a cunning strategist.

According to legend, he once conferred the love meant for the three thousand concubines in his harem onto one woman, while the world watched in envy.

According to legend, he once executed a hundred people for her, turning the palace into a purgatory overnight.

According to legend, he ultimately sentenced that same woman to death by execution…

A conspiracy that swept through the country resulted in her tragic end. This lifetime seems to be a repeat of her past life. Can she escape the clutches of fate to attain true love in this life? In both lives, she was the Emperor’s wife, but is that ruthless man really her true love mandated by Heaven?

Did she really die, just like that?

In the end, beyond the veil of lies and mysteries, who exactly was she? Was she a woman that he truly loved, or was she merely a chess piece to be used in his political machinations?

The stories passed onto later generations remain fraught with conflicting opinions.

- Description from Novelupdates

“I am not a god; I'm just a worker who leaves on time.”“I will help you as much as I can during work hours, but after I clock out… you’re on your own.”Workplace + Agriculture + Science Popularization + Deity + a little romance. Probably~ haha

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”