You scumbag husband left me to a beggar? I am reborn to kill madness

Jing Feiyuan woke up.

She vaguely felt someone beside her, and her son, who was as warm as a small stove in her arms, seemed to be gone. Her arms were empty. This change forced her to wake up from her dream.

then……

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a dark figure hunched over in front of her bed, lowering his head and pulling at Yu'er beside her.

After a moment of blankness in her mind, she suddenly opened her eyes wide and screamed!

"what--"

As soon as she screamed out, she was afraid that the black shadow that was so close would break her neck in anger, so she immediately raised her hand to cover her lips.

She covered her mouth tightly and looked at the dark figure who didn't know when it appeared in her room in panic!

Who is this?

When did you come to her room?

What is this man up to?

When Jing Feiyuan was frightened, Black Shadow Ji Wushang was also frightened.

In his wolfish state, he was happily playing with his wife's cub, when he suddenly found that his wife was awake and screamed in fright. He suddenly turned his head to look at her and quickly took two steps back!

He squatted on the ground holding his head.

He is trying to show his harmlessness to his daughter-in-law.

He still kept his eyes wide open and tried his best to let out a soft "Ouch——"

"..."

The remaining sound in Jing Feiyuan's throat just dissipated.

She stared blankly at the dark figure squatting two steps away from the bed.

Listening to this familiar howl, she suddenly thought of that night in Baiyun Mountain not long ago.

As she was walking down the mountain, a dark shadow suddenly jumped out, whined softly at her, and lay on the ground twisting his hips in courtship with her...

Jing Feiyuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sat up.

She looked carefully through the weak candlelight.

After seeing those blood-red eyes clearly, Jing Feiyuan confirmed.

This was the werewolf who appeared in Baiyun Mountain that night.

But how could this wolf run from Baiyun Mountain to the palace?

Isn't he afraid of death?

He has been silent for so many days. Where is he hiding? Why did he chase him to the palace tonight after hiding for so long?

Jing Feiyuan looked out the window.

She knew that Prince An was catching this dangerous werewolf, so she didn't make any noise to alert the people outside.

She lifted off the quilt, put on her coat, got out of bed, picked up the candlestick on the pillar next to her, and walked step by step to the werewolf.

She put the candlestick close to the werewolf and used the bright candlelight to see the man's appearance clearly.

Unlike the last time when he was dressed in rags and unkempt, this werewolf tonight was wearing a snow-white coat, his hair was neatly combed, and his face was clean. He didn't look like a down-and-out beggar at all.

Looking at his handsome appearance, his deep eyes, and his astonishingly perfect facial features, paired with such an outfit, he looks like he belongs to a powerful family tonight...

Staring at this face again and again, there was a trace of nostalgia in Jing Feiyuan's eyes.

Because tonight, this clean werewolf looked more and more like her son from the previous life.

She had never seen her son's soul again since his death in her previous life, and her son's appearance had become blurry in her heart. Looking at this face that looked exactly like her son, she suddenly felt particularly nostalgic.

As she looked at it, she suddenly realized something was wrong!

This face, why...

Why does he look a bit like Prince An Ji Wushang?

Jing Feiyuan's heart skipped a beat!

She quickly squatted down and approached the man, staring closely at his face.

This face really looks like it!

Although Ji Wushang usually wears a mask, such a small piece of mask only covers half of his face. His eyes, lips, and chin are not covered. At this moment, this handsome face really looks like Ji Wushang. It hurts the sense of déjà vu in front of you!

"you……"

Jing Feiyuan frowned and spoke softly.

"Woooo-"

The werewolf purred obediently at her, then lowered his head to lick her fingers to express intimacy.

As the werewolf lowered his head, Jing Feiyuan saw the black rope around his neck.

The black rope hidden inside the clothes was very straight, as if something was hanging underneath.

Jing Feiyuan narrowed his eyes and suddenly whispered, "Don't move."

The werewolf was stunned and stopped moving.

Jing Feiyuan stretched out his hand and approached the werewolf's neck.

The fingertips gently grasped the rope around the werewolf's neck, and pulled out the thing hidden in the clothes.

Staring at the thing swinging under her fingers, she suddenly felt her pupils tighten!

That is……

Black mask!

Such a familiar mask!

That was clearly the mask of Prince An Ji Wushang!

Jing Feiyuan's head buzzed!

She suddenly tightened the rope in her hand, slowly raised her head, and looked at the werewolf in front of her in disbelief.

The werewolf suddenly tightened her grip on the rope until his neck almost broke, but he didn't say a word. He just leaned forward obediently and secretly relieved the pain on his neck.

Jing Feiyuan stared at such a well-behaved werewolf, and fell into such absurdity that his soul was shattered!

how can that be possible?

This werewolf turned out to be Prince An Ji Wushang!

How could the cold, dignified, dignified and majestic Iron-Blooded Prince be this stupid werewolf who lived like a joke?

Last time in the restaurant, Prince An Ji Wushang scolded werewolves with her with a sullen face. Didn't he also suggest that the next time she encountered a werewolf, she could beat him to death without mercy?

How could Ji Wushang be...

how come……

Jing Feiyuan stared blankly at the man who was grinning silly at her.

It was hard for her to believe this fact.

Then, she felt new confusion.

This werewolf is clearly one of the three beggars in her previous life, and the biological father of her son in her previous life, which means...

The son of her previous life was actually the biological flesh and blood of Prince An Ji Wushang?

Her son, who was tortured at the hands of Zhao Lingjie and finally drowned in the pond, was actually supposed to be the young master of Prince An's palace, the biological brother of Princess Jiaoyang whom Zhao Lingjie tried his best to please? Her son should be as noble as Princess Jiaoyang?

How could this be?

how could this be?

If she had known that her son was Prince An's biological flesh and blood in her previous life, she would have carried her son to ask Prince An for help. How could she have led her son to be bullied in the Zhao family and even lose his life?

If she can find Prince An, even if Prince An hates her as a fallen flower, he will at least protect his biological son who looks like him. As long as Prince An is willing to recognize his son, she will have no worries and she can risk her money with Zhao Lingjie. The whole family will perish together!

However, this hateful man wore a mask!

This man has been wearing a mask for many years. No one knows his true appearance. They can only vaguely see his outline!

With such an unclear face, who could think of him as the same as the four-year-old Zhao Yu!

Oh, even Princess Jiaoyang, who once had a relationship with her son Zhao Yu, didn't recognize him. Zhao Yu looked like the princess's father who had concealed his appearance!

A daughter can't find any clues, let alone a woman who is trapped in the back house of the Zhao family and rarely goes out once. How did she know that Prince An was the biological father of her child?

Jing Feiyuan squeezed the mask in his hand tightly, feeling angry, hateful and heartbroken.

Her eyes were red and tears were falling down.

This is life!

This is her and her son's fate!

There was clearly a chance to escape, there was a chance to live, but a mere mask cut off her and her son's chance of survival!

"Ouch-"

When the werewolf saw Jing Feiyuan crying, he immediately scratched his head and ears anxiously. He cautiously approached Jing Feiyuan, arched his head and gently rubbed Jing Feiyuan's cheek.

Oh, wife, don't cry.

don't cry.

If his wife cries again, he will cry too.