Facing several hundred densely packed soldiers on the opposite peak, everyone felt desperate. The tenants threw down their weapons and begged for mercy. Ji Ming Shao threw several thunder fire bombs, creating smoke for cover as he whispered to Ruan Ning, “Go hide in that cave. I’ll draw them away!”
Ruan Ning could only say “be careful” before being pulled away by Ruan Shixin. The cave they discovered that morning was hidden behind a waterfall, appearing inaccessible but winding for miles with multiple exits, ensuring they wouldn’t be trapped.
Ruan Shixin carried Chen’s wife and pulled Ruan Ning into the cave, using the sound of water to mask their movements. They ran for an unknown time until they could no longer hear any sounds behind them, but Ruan Ning grew anxious.
“Father, I’m going to find Ji Ming Shao,” she declared. “Protect mother, and if there’s danger, run. Don’t wait for me.”
“Ning Ning!” Ruan Shixin grabbed her. “Ji Ming Shao is capable. Nothing will happen to him.”
“No matter how capable, he can’t handle this many,” she broke free and ran outside.
The sky had darkened, and the sounds of water at the cave’s mouth were loud, masking other noises. Ruan Ning felt her heart racing with an ominous premonition.
After walking several dozen meters, she saw soldiers’ bodies, their faces dark blue, clearly poisoned. She felt slightly relieved—no one was better at using poison than him, so he should be fine.
A few steps later, she found an injured tenant who pointed ahead, saying, “Young Master Ji is fighting there.”
Ruan Ning’s heart raced again as she ran quickly, but soon she stumbled upon Ruan Shi Ming’s corpse, bearing knife wounds, eyes wide open in death. She didn’t stop, continuing to run through the pitch-black darkness.
She didn’t dare call Ji Ming Shao’s name, afraid of alerting the soldiers. She stepped on a body not yet stiff and discovered vast expanses of soldier corpses, like wheat stalks cut down.
In the center of the corpse pile was Ji Ming Shao. The blood from his body had dried, but he wasn’t dead yet, seemingly waiting for her.
“Ji Ming Shao!” Ruan Ning threw herself over and embraced him. “The medicine? How can I save you?”
“Can’t be saved,” Ji Ming Shao laughed with difficulty, touching her cheek. “After I die, burn me to ashes and carry me with you. Don’t leave me behind.”
He had eaten the poison pill he made himself, turning into a massive poison bomb. Anyone touched by his blood would die instantly.
His hand fell weakly. Ruan Ning heard a voice congratulating her on completing her mission and said numbly, “Save him.”
Ji Ming Shao, confused after washing off the poisoned blood under the waterfall, was met with Ruan Ning’s deep gaze. She hugged him, softly saying, “Let’s get married.”
Half a month later, over ten provinces rebelled, causing the court to collapse. The suppression of Two Dragons Mountain was abandoned. Ruan Ning returned to Two Dragons Mountain, raised the rebel flag, and recruited refugees to build the stronghold.
A month later, Ruan Ning and Ji Ming Shao got married.
Two years later, Two Dragons Mountain became one of the eight major rebel kingdoms. The fierce female leader Ruan Ning had disappeared, despite Ji Ming Shao’s desperate search.
“Host, why didn’t you request to stay for a lifetime this time?” the standard female voice asked curiously.
“Nonsense, being constantly urged to have children? Who could stand that?” Ruan Ning rolled her eyes. She was nearly driven crazy by Chen and Ruan Shixin’s baby-making pressure, and even Ji Ming Shao had been hinting interest in other people’s babies.
“That’s it?” the standard female voice clearly didn’t believe her.
“That’s it!” Ruan Ning snorted lightly. Dare to force her to have a baby? Ji Ming Shao, you can’t handle the consequences!
(End of “The Female King’s Mountain Husband”) Author’s note: Finale! Next is a delicate royal consort vs a crazy prince.
Chapter 112: The King’s Consort
The sun had not yet risen. On the high platform stood a group of hunched women, bound with hemp ropes, their faces frozen in expressions of either terror or numbness in the half-light of dawn.
The biting winter air turned breaths into thin white mist, carrying a deathly stillness, as if those present were not living but corpses.
Liang Fu recognized Ning Ruan among the women. She wore no makeup, had tattered clothes, and her embroidered shoes were stained with mud. Yet her beautiful face still bore an expression of pride, as if this were not a market for selling livestock and slaves, and she were not about to be sold into servitude.
Liang Fu sneered. The daughter of the former prime minister, she remained high-spirited even in such circumstances. He wondered if she was too self-important or simply foolish.
His eyes filled with hatred. They had been betrothed since childhood, but she despised his lack of political maneuvering and forcibly broke their engagement, having her servants beat and expel him. His father, unwilling to curry favor with her family, was falsely accused, stripped of his position, and died of grief. Now her father had been beheaded, and she and her female relatives were being sold like cattle. He would repay every insult and humiliation she had inflicted upon him.
The auction began quickly, with Ning Ruan being the first to be put up for sale.
“One thousand taels!” Liang Fu immediately bid the highest price, raising it from two hundred taels fivefold. The other bidders withdrew, allowing him to take her.
“It’s you?” Ning Ruan raised her chin disdainfully. “My family will rescue me soon. What are you to dare buy me?”
Without hesitation, Liang Fu slapped her, throwing her to the ground. Blood trickled from her mouth as she covered her face in shock.
After a moment, she screamed, “How dare you hit me? Who do you think you are?”
Liang Fu grabbed her collar, lifted her, and delivered another heavy slap, causing her to pass out.
He stuffed her into a sedan chair and returned home. Once inside, Ning Ruan awoke and began cursing loudly. Liang Fu’s hatred deepened; rather than crying, she was still cursing, diminishing his satisfaction.
As they entered the room, her clothes were torn, exposing her skin. Her moon-white waistband was embroidered with bright red peony flowers and a colorful butterfly.
Liang Fu’s eyes darkened. This woman was both enticing and infuriating. He gritted his teeth and said, “You say I wouldn’t dare? Heh, I’ll show you what I’m capable of!”
Ruan Ning’s heart skipped a beat as she covered her cheek and cried out, “It hurts so much, can you give me some hemostatic medicine?”
The flame in Liang Fu’s lower abdomen was finally extinguished. He picked up his clothes, threw them on, kicked the door open, and stormed out angrily.
With her clothes in tatters, Ruan Ning supported herself on a chair, pulled a blanket from the bed, and wrapped herself in it. Pain coursed through her as she examined her injuries in the light. She saw wounds and blood traces from her face to her legs—the original owner had been beaten terribly by Liang Fu.
The system reminded her: “You’ve read this text. The original owner is Ning Ruan, and the yandere is Liang Fu.”
Ruan Ning quickly processed this information and remembered that she was actually a tragic cannon fodder character. Ning Ruan, a daughter of a noble house, had been arrogant and rash, breaking off her engagement with Liang Fu out of love for the male lead. She even instigated her father to harm Liang Fu’s father. After the Ning patriarch was executed, Ning Ruan was sold as a slave and fell into Liang Fu’s hands, who later sold her to a brothel.
At that time, she was still trying to send messages to the male lead hoping to be rescued, but when Liang Fu found out, he stabbed her to death.
