Hell's Handbook - Chapter 8: Murder

He is Xi Liang’s legendary emperor: a decisive and ruthless king; a man of supreme wisdom; a cunning strategist.

According to legend, he once conferred the love meant for the three thousand concubines in his harem onto one woman, while the world watched in envy.

According to legend, he once executed a hundred people for her, turning the palace into a purgatory overnight.

According to legend, he ultimately sentenced that same woman to death by execution…

A conspiracy that swept through the country resulted in her tragic end. This lifetime seems to be a repeat of her past life. Can she escape the clutches of fate to attain true love in this life? In both lives, she was the Emperor’s wife, but is that ruthless man really her true love mandated by Heaven?

Did she really die, just like that?

In the end, beyond the veil of lies and mysteries, who exactly was she? Was she a woman that he truly loved, or was she merely a chess piece to be used in his political machinations?

The stories passed onto later generations remain fraught with conflicting opinions.

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The Principality of Atall lies between two great powers: the Kingdom of Allion to the west, and the Holy Dytiann Alliance to the east. Leo Attiel, the second-born prince, was sent to Allion as little more than a hostage, where he studied and trained in the military arts under a frontier general. And now, the times have reached a turning point.

Relations between Allion and Conscon Temple, a neutral land adjoining Atall, have worsened. Percy, sent from Atall as reinforcement; Camus, a warrior monk; and Kuon, a mercenary from a remote region, join forces to resist the looming threat of Allion’s army.

At the centre of the fighting, the three of them and Leo are about to have their fated encounter.

[Reunion at the beginning + Broken mirror reassembled + Bittersweet pull + Childhood sweethearts + Baby + Pure love + Sweet and torturous + Dramatic]Proud, cold, noble, and passionate CaptainFallen young lady, gentle flight doctorIn the fifth year after their breakup, flight doctor Annelise Winter reunited with her first love in the bustling midnight airport.That night, his news of piloting Warner Airlines 8830 through a thunderstorm zone to land back in the country stirred great waves.He is the Crown Prince of Kybourne South Airlines.And also the youngest civil aviation captain.Young and beautiful girls swarmed around him like bees.But Annelise Winter was always left behind.The cold and noble Captain Warner never glanced at Dr. Winter.Until one day, Annelise left without a word.People saw Captain Warner alone in Dr. Winter's office, eyes red.——When they met again, Annelise was holding the hand of a four-year-old girl.She said to the child, “Luna, call him Uncle.”Elias Warner suppressed his emotions as he questioned, eyes crimson, “Whose child is this?”Dr. Winter calmly replied, “A child unrelated to you.”So, during the five years she played and discarded him to go abroad, she had a child with another man.Looking at the man's desolate departing figure, little Luna obediently held her mother's hand.Perplexed.“Mom, isn't he Dad? Why should I call him Uncle?”……In this world, perhaps no one loves Elias Warner more than Annelise Winter.At eight years old, she had a budding crush.At twenty years old, she separated from him.At twenty-five, they reunited.Every day and every night, she hoped he would return safely.Such a wait, it lasted five years.

Wang Zhong arrived in an alternate world and became embroiled in this world's global war.What he gained was a cheat, akin to a real-time strategy game's overhead perspective, and he could even see through the eyes of his subordinates' units!So, he decisively started micro-managing, “Shift the machine gun position five centimeters to the left! Place the anti-tank cannon in the forest on the right!”Three years passed in this manner, and Wang Zhong looked at the marshal's baton in his hand, then at the double-headed eagle flag behind the emperor's envoy.“In my hometown, there's an old saying, 'Princes and generals, are they not sprung from the masses?' Envoy, do you know of it?”