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Title: Imperial Consort of Transcendence

Name: Gentle and Gentle

Description: Traveling through time and space, she only wants to be a mere commoner, only to be chosen by the prince by chance. She implored, "I don't want to be an imperial concubine, let me go. His eyes are captivating. You have no choice." After saying that, he pushed her onto the bed …

Fan Ling, a woman of the new era in the 21st century, post-80s girl. Young teachers work in a kindergarten after graduation from the profession.

As the spring vacation for the students was about to end, the exhausted Fan Ling led a group of children towards the kindergarten.

"Little friends, tell Teacher Fan what to do when we get to the side of the road." Fan Ling did not forget to give the children a "safety education" at the last moment.

The childish voices of the children echoed, "Take a good little train, don't run around, don't break the little train."

"This is the most obedient baby!" Fan Ling smiled as she said to the children, "Don't forget what we just said!"

To get to the kindergarten entrance, one needed to cross a large road. Originally, the road had a traffic light, but recently, it was hit by a nearby earthcar and failed.

If it hadn't been for this reason, the children might have been able to walk safely across the street. None of this would have happened, but it just so happened.

The children saw their parents and grandparents greeting them at the kindergarten door. Suddenly excited, a few naughty people who did not listen to their teacher's commands suddenly threw away the hands of the children beside them and shouted, "Mom, dad!" and I ran across the road to my parents... " "You can't run, Teacher Fan said to pull the small train well …" The other well-behaved children still remembered Fan Ling's "teachings" earlier, but the "small train" had been pulled out of the safe path by those mischievous fellows, heading towards the main road without any traffic lights.

"Slow down, darlings! Be careful of the car! " Fan Ling held the other children's hands and shouted at the children rushing to the road! However, their hands couldn't match the running legs of the children. Four or five children rushed toward the parents on the other side of the road.

Suddenly, a small truck full of goods arrived in the direction of the kindergarten. Seeing the children running on the road, the small truck immediately braked, but because the brake was too quick, it suddenly rushed towards the roadside green belt, causing the parents of the roadside to cry out in alarm. Seeing their own child still in the middle of the road, the parents ignored the uncontrollable small truck and rushed to the children in the middle of the road.

Then a bus in the back of the van had to turn the wheel to avoid losing control of the truck and the parents in the middle of the road, but it skidded to a halt. Who would have thought that once the bus went out of control, it would rush towards Fan Ling who was leading the children by the side of the road?

"Get out of the way!" Fan Ling shouted out loud, turned around and ran with the rest of the children, but they were too short in the shins, and before they could even run a few steps, several of them fell to the side of the road.

Seeing that she was about to lose control of the bus, Fan Ling ran back to her child's side. With her left hand holding one of the children, she ran a few steps and threw it to the teacher, then went back to pull another child back … When the last child beside her was pushed away by her. With the sound of the brakes, Fan Ling's vision blurred, and she felt as if a bus was charging straight at her …

Feng Ling, a villager from a village in the southern part of the Qing Dynasty.

The drought had attacked the village where Feng Ling lived. Feng Ling's parents were dying of hunger, so they left all their rations to her.

Finally, Ling'er's father left with hatred in his heart. Before her mother closed her eyes, she revealed her background to Ling'er:

"You're not our biological daughter, you're a child we picked up …" Ling'er's mother's face was covered in tears.

"No, Mother, please don't say that to me. I am your own daughter!" Feng Ling did not believe what her mother had told her, "Mother, dad is dead. Are you sad or confused? It's Ringel. I am your biological daughter, and I am Ling'er! "

"Child, your parents have let you down, we …" You should have told me about your past long ago. Mom and dad can't have children, they just want to go to the traffickers... Buy you back. But we didn't... Without enough money, the traffickers refused to sell. Mom and dad hope that you can get sick and get the peddlers to sell you cheaply. Unexpectedly … God pity you, God heard your parents call, you actually got a serious illness, the trafficker can't sell you, so I threw you into the water to let you perish. "We've finally found an opportunity to retrieve you …"

"Mother, don't say anymore …" Feng Ling collapsed. "I'm not picked up, I'm not …"

"Child, mother has let you down. I can't accompany you forever …"

Feng Ling's mother finally left her, leaving behind the last sentence, "Go to Liushan, where you were born. Feng is your surname, go find your real parents. "No matter what, when we return to Sang Shan, you will have everything there. Ling'er, live well, and go find your family …"

Finally, Feng Ling was rescued by the Mountain Lord, a fallen prince, in the name of recruiting maidservants. Feng Ling originally thought that after arriving at the mountain, she would find out about her background and meet her own relatives. However, she didn't expect that after her medical examination, she would be taken to a small dark room that was filled with steaming hot air.

Inside the dark room were burning coals, whirring bellows, and people forging iron. That person's face and upper body were covered in sweat. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of the hammer hitting the metal struck Feng Ling's heart.

Suddenly, two mama rushed to Feng Ling, grabbed her tightly and took off her top.

"What are you doing? What are you trying to do? " Feng Ling, who was wearing a skin-tight outfit, struggled as she shouted, "Let me go, let me go!"

"Just bear with it, girl, this is the first step of your fortune," cried the old nanny. "With this mark, you will be able to examine your true body, and no one can replace you!"

"I don't want to, I don't want to be tied up, do you want to kill me? "Don't kill me, I'm here to get married. I beg you, I don't want to die!" Feng Ling screamed crazily.

"Amitabha, why would the kind mountain lord kill you?" cried the old nanny. "Endure a little pain, just a little pain in the flesh, and after this time you will see the light!"

"I don't want it, please let me go!" Feng Ling struggled with all her might, but couldn't break free from the old lady's pincer like hands. The blacksmith finally stopped. He put the piece of metal in the stove for a while and then took it out.

A red-hot word, "Feng Ling", was branded in front of Feng Ling.

"It's just an imprint, a imprint, come! "Leave an imprint on your left arm …" The old wet nurse seemed to be chanting an incantation as she firmly grabbed Feng Ling and placed her snow-white left arm on a wooden table.

The red-hot "Feng Ling" moved closer and closer to her arm.

"Ah!" Feng Ling screamed miserably …