"Madam Leng, we have done our best."

Within the dimly lit room, an elderly man with white hair sighed heavily, expressing powerlessness on his face, "Mr. Ye's poisoning is too severe, and despite my limited abilities, I'm unable to help. I beseech the Leng family to prepare for his after-death arrangements, and proceed with Mr. Ye's burial."

"I understand."

From within the room, resounded a voice as beautiful as the sound of heaven itself, albeit utterly devoid of any emotion.

The woman referred to as Madam Leng was strikingly beautiful, capable of overthrowing empires with her charm. Despite carrying the title of a 'madam', she appeared to be no more than in her early twenties. With skin as smooth as jade, her beauty could shame the moon and flowers. Merely her otherworldly aura could enthrall countless men.

Only after the elderly man had left did Leng Rushuang deign to look towards the bed.

Lying there upon the bed was a young man, also in his early twenties, who boasted handsome features and a striking countenance. However, his face was somewhat pallid, his lips purplish-black; the apparent signs of poisoning.

A thick, overpowering aura of death lingered on the young man's forehead.

Clearly, he was already dead.

"Sigh."

Leng Rushuang let out a sigh, "Ye Wushuang, we've been married for three years and we share a legal marital status. Yet now that you're dead, I can't shed even half a teardrop. If word of this gets out, I'm afraid it would seem incredibly ironic, wouldn't it?"

"It doesn't matter, your death is perhaps for the best, it's time to end this disastrous bond."

Leng Rushuang had a complex expression, one of both relief and melancholy.

In the end, she didn't give Ye Wushuang another glance; she simply turned around and vanished from the room.

And what no one knew was that, just as Leng Rushuang exited, the previously lifeless Ye Wushuang on the bed twitched unexpectedly.

Was it the fever that caused his mind to regain its clarity at this very moment?

"Huh? Where am I?"

"Strange, wasn't I killed by Emperor Wuji in the Dragon palace, dying on the spot? How did I end up here?"

His name was Ye Wushuang, who was once the imperial teacher of the Tianxuan Dynasty, holding a position of prestige and honor.

Throughout his life, he had imparted his knowledge to many disciples, but if one were to ask who his proudest pupil was, it would no doubt be the Eighth Prince, the future ruler of the dynasty... Emperor Wuji!

Emperor Wuji was exceptionally talented, mastering both medicinal arts and martial arts in record time. He was the one Ye Wushuang regarded and cherished the most.

But what Ye Wushuang did not expected was that the student he had meticulously trained would turn out to be a treacherous white wolf who betrayed his master and ancestors!

Ye Wushuang still remembered to this day!

On that day, the Dragon Palace was filled with ominous clouds.

The emperor, donning a dragon robe and wielding a sharp blade, took steps towards him. His once gentle and polite apprentice had suddenly transformed into something monstrous and terrifying.

His cold words still echoed in Ye Wushuang's ears.

"Master! Don't blame me. I will surely become a monarch who shakes the ancient and the modern worlds. As such a person, I absolutely cannot have any blemishes. And your existence is the biggest stain on me!"

"Expert of the highest grade cannot be tutored by a commoner. In this way, it would disgrace the royal status!"

"Master, it's you who taught me, as an emperor, I must be ruthless and disregard familial relationships. If I am not ruthless, how can I control the courtiers, how can I rule the world?"

"Master, you taught me all of this, for the sake of my stable kingdom, for the sake of our ancestral everlasting statehood! Master, rest forever here in the Dragon Palace!"

Thud!

A fist heavily slammed onto the bed.

Ye Wushuang's eyes were already blood-red.

"Emperor Wuji, my dear Emperor! I bet you never imagined that I'd not only survive, but even live quite well?"

"I have always treated you fairly, teaching you everything I knew. Yet, you dared to commit such an inhumane act as going against me, your master! Ah well, there is lots of time, we'll get enough opportunities to play our part."

The corner of Ye Wushuang's mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold smile.

Just then -

"Hisss." Ye Wushuang suddenly gasped, his head was filled with an excruciating pain, followed by a surge of unfamiliar memories.

"5,000 years later?"

"Qingshan County? A son-in-law of the Leng family, Ye Wushuang?"

"What on earth is happening?"

Ye Wushuang wore a confused look, suddenly discovering more unfamiliar memories in his mind.

In these recollections, he was still Ye Wushuang, however, his situation appeared to have undergone a significant change.

And also, the era he is existing in, had been pushed back an astounding 5,000 years?

He was no longer the respected imperial teacher, but had instead become the despised son-in-law of the Leng family in Qingshan County?

The Leng family is renowned in the Qing Mountain County.

Coincidentally, my grandfather was once close friends with the patriarch of the Leng family. They were inseparable, like brothers sharing the same pair of trousers!

The two old coots made an agreement when they were young that their descendants would marry, thus uniting the two families forever. As time flew by, the Leng family's fortunes ascended, gradually making them the influential and prestigious family in the Qing Mountain County.

On the other hand, my family, the Ye family, experienced decline year after year, to the point of not even being a third-rate power anymore.

On his deathbed, my grandfather was disheartened by the downfall of the Ye family. He dusted off the old pact and sent a proposal to the Leng family, hoping to leverage their influence for our glory.

Initially, I, Ye Wushuang, was quite ecstatic. After all, my wife was the beauty of Qing Mountain County, chased by countless suitors from the south to the north of the county.

Moreover, she was in command of the "Leng Medicine," raking in millions every year, which intimidated countless talents.

However, what I, Ye Wushuang, never expected was that marrying into a prestigious family was not easy, and being a son-in-law was even tougher!

In the Leng family, filled with martial arts experts, I appeared strikingly odd. I, Ye Wushuang, was inept not only in martial arts but even in recognizing characters. Not only did my wife look down on me, but even the servants spoke discretely, saying that my marriage to Leng Rushuang was like a fresh flower plunged into cow dung!

If I, Ye Wushuang, could have produced an heir with Leng Rushuang within these three years, all things considered, it would have been somewhat acceptable. Regrettably, she had never let me lay a finger on her since our marriage three years ago!

Several times, I, Ye Wushuang, tried to enforce my rights, but each time I was beaten black and blue due to Leng Rushuang's high cultivation.

This time was even worse!

I was unknowingly poisoned by somebody and directly ended up losing my life!

Could I have lost my life this way?

......

"Damn it!"

After recalling the memories in his body, even for a person with the temperament of Ye Wushuang, he couldn't help but curse.

Bloody hell! A grown man being in such a situation, isn't it too frustrating? Apart from being despised by others, he's even looked down upon by his own wife?

They've been married for three years, and his wife still remains a virgin?

Bloody hell, this is absolutely unbearable!

"Ye Wushuang, your existence is a plain waste of air! What's more infuriating is that you even share my name? I'm embarrassed for you!"

"No matter, since we're bound by fate, your affairs are my affairs from today onwards. Rest assured, one day, I will make you hold your head high in the entire Leng family and restore your masculine spirit!"

This was what Ye Wushuang silently vowed in his heart.

And just at this moment!

Creak... The sound of a door being pushed open suddenly echoed, accompanied by a gentle breeze, a figure walked in.

Subconsciously, Ye Wushuang lifted his head and met the gaze of the figure.

The initially indifferent beautiful face showed a moment of surprise, then it turned into deep shock.

A surprised voice emerged from her cherry-red lips.

"Ye Wushuang, you're not dead?"