Zombolution: Unleash the Undying Power - Chapter 43: Zorvax’s Bionic Rejection

I don’t need companions. I don’t do party play. But… the game forces party play?

Kein Rosenguard, a reincarnated girl who suddenly became the crown princess's personal knight!

She fulfills her duties at the side of her highness, Princess Rosarie von Goldheart. A rebellious princess who would rather live her life as dressing as a commoner than attending fancy balls in the castle.

Kein decided she would spend her whole life protecting her Royal Highness but will she succeed in her mission and set aside her growing feelings for her?

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Yaoniang was the concubine of Jin Wang in the last life, but she had only been doted on for a few months before she died.

After her rebirth, she decided to live safely and protect herself. So she would do a job well as a wet nurse and never pursue luxurious life.

However, it never occurred to her that stern-faced Jin Wang who only did things without discussion in her last life would now take initiative.

Everyone in the world knew that Jin Wang had a concubine which was doted by him as early as he lived in original place. After entering the royal palace, she was even more prestigious and Jin Wang only doted her in imperial harem.

There were many rumors in the folk villages about the concubine. The only thing that was well known was that before she entered the royal palace she was a widow and it was said that she also had a son.

During the time Jin Wang became the emperor, he was diligent and managed the country well. He worked hard to improve his governance as a wise emperor. However, he was frequently crazy about the concubine, which made people criticize a lot.

And one of the most absurd things he did was to recognize the son the concubine had as his own kid.

To this, Jin Wang personally came out to refute the rumor:

“It’s my own son.”

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