The king of assassins was reborn, mastering both alchemy and poison. Sitting inside the space, there was a ghost that loved crying. Buying a sickly boy for a hundred gold coins, becoming the master of half a country for no reason. On their wedding night. She slightly hooked her jade finger, “Come here.” The man tried weakly bargaining, “Can I redeem myself?” “No!” “Can we wait for the bridal chamber tomorrow?” She cast a cold gaze, “Give me a reason.” “IMy period is here.” Her head was covered in black lines, “Do you think you would even believe that!” After four hours—— She weakly said, “I can’t go on anymore, wait until tomorrow.” The man revealed an evil charming smile and turned her over before pressing down, “Want to run? Too late!”