One Piece: I'm Destined to Be the Son-in-Law King! - Chapter 11: Itchy for a Beating

He was the Son of Dragon!

However, he was titled as the ‘Sinned Prince’ when he killed his mother.

She was supposed to marry her childhood lover but stepped forward to marry the Sinned Prince, whom every woman from the noble families has rejected.

With one motto in her mind— ‘To end the Qiu Royal Family.’

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Qiu Lóng Wei is the youngest prince of the Qiu Kingdom. He was prophesied as the Son of Dragon, but his acts made him the Sinned Prince.

Xu Li Hua, the daughter of a Low-rank official, was forced to leave her town when her family was massacred on one deadly night.

The gentle and petite woman, who hardly has seen the world, enters the most dangerous place where a small mistake can take her to the door of death and get entangled with Lóng Wei.

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Li Hua fell on the mattress while Lóng Wei hovered over her.

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“Whose ring is this?” Lóng Wei asked, looking at the red jade ring on her finger.

His palm went on her nape, and he pulled her face up, forcing her to look at him.

Li Hua pulled her hand back, but Lóng Wei didn’t let it go. Instead, he took out the ring from her finger.

“You are my official wife now. In your life only one man shall exist, and that’s me!” Lóng Wei authorized, clenching his fist which was holding the jade ring.

“The Prince cannot force his decision on me. Even if he takes my body, he can never take my heart,” Li Hua said, with a stern tone.

Lóng Wei clicked his tongue and twisted his lips into a smirk.

“Watch your words, Li Hua. Not only your body will be mine but your heart and soul too. I go crazy for the things that are precious to me. You are my wife, so my craziness for you is beyond description.”

Jiang Yining was transmigrated to a cultivation world and became the master of the Tianyan Sect.

Unfortunately, the sect was broke and he only had three disciples. Just as everything was about to fall even further apart, he received the Golden Finger.

To make it even more interesting, the Golden Finger was an idle cultivation game that Jiang Yining had played in his previous world.

[Welcome back, long-time player. You will inherit your old account that has been idled for a million years.]

From the game, Jiang Yining could receive martial arts, resources, fates, buildings, skills, and even spiritual roots from checking in and completing quests.

He vowed that he would use the rewards to grow his own sect.

In the world of cultivation existed prestigious families, sects, kingdoms, and even celestial sects. Everyone’s goal was to ascend to a celestial being.

However, years later, Jiang Yining and his Tianyan Sect sat on the Long River and looked down at the people still struggling in the celestial realm.

Mum ran away, dad’s crippled, and I’m about to be sold to a brothel.

Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you’ve taken from me, regurgitate it.

If you’ve seized what’s mine, return it.

All scumbags, clear off.

A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: “My lady, if you’re this fiery and domineering at night, your husband…”

Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: “My dear, come warm the bed~”

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