The Crown's Seduction - Chapter 486: His Inner Turmoil

Once transmigrated, the Mob Queen became a small peasant girl and was given a small bun.

Her parents were biased, while her siblings disliked her. Her father, aunt, and brother bullied the weak and feared the strong. Was her eccentric grandfather trying to sell her for money? She also wanted to get involved …

What should he do? The Queen rolled up her sleeves. Don't be afraid, just do it.

However, he had accidentally provoked the man he had picked up from the mountain.

“I will raise you and you will belong to me,” the mountain man said.

Hehe, raise your ass!

He started a fertile field, raised livestock, and his days became more and more popular. He even collected the mighty and domineering Han warm bed in the mountains for his use.

However... How did you become a general in this mountain?!

Under the turning of the gears of fate, Ji Aier, a girl from an orphanage, was adopted by the Ji family at the age of ten. Since then, she has started a life deeply connected to Ji En as both an adopted daughter and a maid. Ji En, the young master of the Ji family, grew up with her. In the years of youth, a budding affection quietly sprouted between them. Skipping school, the first menstrual period, the first kiss, those youthful experiences made their feelings gradually deepen amidst bickering and dependence. However, as they grew older, Ji En got a girlfriend named Ouyang Xue, and Ji Aier was plunged into embarrassment and pain. After Ji En went abroad, Ji Aier discovered that she was pregnant but was sent away by the Ji family.Seven years later, the red thread of fate tied them together again. Ji En returned to the country and found Ji Aier. But at this time, they faced even more misunderstandings and obstacles. Ji Aier was living with twins and concealed the existence of the children, which became a fuse for the conflicts between them. At Ji En's wedding, Ji Aier suddenly appeared and then left, making the situation even more chaotic. Moreover, Ji Aier's experiences of being kidnapped, placed under house arrest, and her complicated relationship with Raymond made this relationship even more unpredictable. Raymond, a mixed - race person with a mysterious background, reached out to help Ji Aier when she was most helpless. His appearance not only brought warmth and assistance to Ji Aier but also filled Ji En's heart with jealousy and anger.On the road of love, they were constantly tested. The tragedy of a car accident took the life of their daughter, and Ji Aier disappeared, plunging Ji En into endless pain and self - blame. When they met again, the unexpected rejection at the wedding, Ji En's poisoning, and Ji Aier being wrongly accused as the murderer, a series of events pushed their love to the brink of despair. But will the truth finally come to light? Can Ji Aier clear her name? Can their broken love be restored? In this bumpy journey of love, where will they go from here?

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”