Elite Army: Fierce Evil King, Latest Chapter!

Her brain buzzed, and her breath hitched slightly. The air in her mouth felt as if it had been sucked away by Mu Ling's very breaths. She had been closing her eyes, but suddenly they flew open.

A sea of red swirled before her eyes, the sounds of firecrackers exploding in a cacophony around her ears. The sedan chair swayed as it lowered to the ground, the noise blurring into a confused hum. Mu Ling raised her hand and lifted the crimson cloth that obscured her vision. As she lowered her gaze, her expression froze. Her embroidered silk wedding veil, a riot of red and gold, widened her eyes in disbelief.

"What the hell..." Mu Lingqi raised her foot to kick the sedan chair, but when she saw herself in the elaborate ancient wedding attire, her brain went blank. What was this? Who dared to dress her like this?

"Miss? How..." A suspicious voice came from outside the bridal sedan chair. Mu Ling didn't hesitate and immediately lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and jumped down. What she saw was a large group of wedding procession, as well as the ancient streets surrounding her, and a group of people in ancient costumes?

"Hiss..." Mu Ling's face changed abruptly.

"Goodness! Miss, you can't do that! Quickly put the veil back on..." A flurry of panic ensued as the older woman hurriedly tried to cover Mu Ling's face. This was the Seventh Prince himself who came to pick up his bride – a day of great joy!

"Is this... filming?" Mu Ling frowned, her face full of bewilderment. She turned to look at the bridesmaid beside her, just as she was about to ask a question, a sudden pain in her head made her gasp. Unfamiliar memories forcibly flooded Mu Ling's mind.

"Ah…" A throbbing pain pounded in Mu Ling's head, causing a moment of dizziness and paleness. The foreign memories were finally coming into focus, piece by piece, but Mu Ling's face grew increasingly strange.

Wearing... wearing what?

Mu Ling's face paled, and she lowered her head to look at her hand. She felt like she was about to choke on something, unable to recover for a long time. A dignified z** person would actually encounter such an absurdly bizarre transmigration event?

No… I'm a bit confused now.

The noise in her ears was unbearable. When someone reached out to pull Mu Ling, she finally came to her senses. Looking at the wedding procession before her, and the bridesmaids and elderly women chattering beside it, Mu Ling's brows furrowed again, her eyes turning cold. She raised her hand and swatted away the person who had tried to pull her.

"Get out of my sight!" Mu Ling frowned deeply. The original owner was the eldest daughter of the Mu family in Nan Qin, with her empress aunt supporting her above and her grandfather's family backing her below. She was also the only beloved granddaughter of the current prime minister. She could be said to have gathered all the love in the world!

Unfortunately, Mu Ling was not very clever. She had been spoiled since she was young and always got what she wanted. Three years ago, she accidentally met the Seventh Prince, Bei Ming Chen. Even though she was attracted to Bei Ming Chen's charm, she declared that she would only marry him!

After three years of persistent pursuit, she finally married Beiming Chen today. Unfortunately, her life was short. She choked to death after eating a pastry on the sedan chair. After waking up, Mu Ling was no longer the Mu Ling she used to be.

"...Pity..." Mu Ling sighed inwardly, a new mother's crown perched on her head. It was so heavy that Mu Ling felt like her neck would snap. She reached up and pulled the heavy crown off her head.

"Miss, what are you doing...?" The maidservants and nannies gasped, nearly scared out of their wits by Mu Ling.

"Mu Ling, what are you doing crazy again!" Xi Wu's voice came over, Mu Ling turned her head and saw the man in a big red wedding dress, handsome face striding towards him. His furrowed brows were hard to conceal his irritability and disgust. top: 6step on: 8