Rebirth of the Beautiful Repaying Gratitude: Quick Transmigration and Childbirth System

Qin Wuhen had an expressionless face. He looked at him sternly and sternly, then with a flash of sword, he mercilessly threw him off the stage.

The third prince Murong Yueran laughed loudly at the side, with a smug look on his face.

"Second brother, sixth brother, you have made bad choices. We can only rely on my extraordinary measures."

The last challenger walked slowly into the center of the ring with heavy but steady steps.

He was an older swordsman with an ugly face, sunken eye sockets, and a cold smile on his lips.

However, it is under this inconspicuous appearance that hides the world-shaking martial arts.

He held a seemingly ordinary, yet chilling long sword in his hand. The sword was simple and plain, yet it seemed to be able to absorb all the light around it.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he stared at Qin Wuhen with imposing manner.

"Young man, you are covered in wounds. Why bother trying to be brave? Why don't you let me take the princess away and live a life of luxury?"

The swordsman's deep voice was filled with disdain and confidence, as if he had already secured victory.

Qin Wuhen instantly became like an angry leopard, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and the bottom of his eyes were like a dark abyss with a scarlet dark light.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white due to the force, and a cold aura leaked out.

"You deserve it too!"

"Young man, you are really brave!"

Following a low shout from the swordsman, the two men attacked almost at the same time.

The sword light was like lightning, cutting through the night sky and interweaving into a gorgeous sword net.

The swordsman's swordsmanship was fierce and precise, and each of his strikes was aimed directly at Qin Wuhen's vital points.

Qin Wuhen used defense as offense, wielding his sword lightly and skillfully, defusing every attack from the swordsman while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

The two of them fought back and forth, swords flashing, and figures intertwining.

As time went by, the long and fierce battle had seriously exhausted Qin Wuhen's physical strength.

The swordsman's attack became more and more fierce, and Qin Wuhen's body was covered with several deep wounds, and blood stained his clothes red.

His breathing became rapid and his eyes began to blur.

He glanced at the princess sitting in the VIP seat, and it seemed as if he was hallucinating, and he was back to that unbearable yet unforgettable past.

He was once a noble prince of a small country, but overnight, his country was destroyed and his family was ruined. He became a prisoner, his dignity was trampled upon, and his pride was shattered.

After many twists and turns, he was sold to Yanhuang Country and became a humble horse slave.

Even in the darkest moments, he never gave up his pride, even if it would bring him endless humiliation and torture.

Until that day, when the sun was shining brightly, Princess Murong Hanyue's gaze penetrated the crowd and fell on him who was being whipped.

At that time, she was only ten years old and innocent, and I was a twelve-year-old boy who was stuck in the quagmire.

The little princess, holding hands with Murong Dize and Liu Qianyu who were on a secret visit, her voice was childish but firm.

"Stop, I want this man."

She applied the medicine for me personally, and the smile on her face was brighter than the flowers blooming in spring.

"Brother, come home with me. I will protect you and never let anyone bully you again."

She is like a soft feather, gently brushing across my heart.

Soothed all the pain and humiliation.

Everything in the world is pale in comparison, except for the princess's eyes and eyebrows, which are clear and deep, becoming the brightest color in my life.

The majestic voice of Emperor Murong Di Ze rang in my ears, carrying an irresistible force.

"Qin Wuhen, your life belongs to the princess. You must protect her with your own life for the rest of your life."

At this point, I was willing to put aside my pride and self-esteem, willingly acknowledge the princess as my master, and dedicate everything I had to her.

From this point on, I only have eyes for the princess, and I am willing to be a slave and protect her.

From then on, my world became simple and pure. All that remained was practicing martial arts, just to become stronger and better protect the princess.

For nine years, I have guarded my treasure like a precious jewel, and anyone who dared to covet it would retreat before my sword.

When this ugly swordsman appeared on the ring and threatened to take the princess away, my anger and unwillingness erupted like a volcano.

Why?

How dare such an ugly guy covet my princess?

I have been deeply poisoned. This humble love for the princess has penetrated deep into my bones and no one can solve it.

Unless I die, no one can take the princess away from me!

Qin Wuhen bit his mouth and bleeds, his eyes flash with determination, and he bursts out with astonishing power.

He seemed to have transformed into an enraged lion, shuttling back and forth on the ring. His swordsmanship suddenly became wild and unruly yet extremely precise, and each sword contained the power to destroy the world.

"Come on! Let me see your limits!"

The swordsman sneered, and swung his sword suddenly, bringing up a sharp sword light that went straight to Qin Wuhen's throat.

The sound of swords clashing was deafening, as if it was going to tear the arena apart.

In the fierce confrontation, Qin Wuhen found the right moment and swung his sword, cutting through the night sky like a dragon soaring into the sky, directly hitting the swordsman's vital point.

The swordsman's face changed drastically but it was too late to save the situation. His sword was knocked away and his body was shaken back repeatedly, and finally he fell out of the ring.

Qin Wuhen, covered in wounds and blood, lay on the ring, his chest rising and falling slightly with his heavy breathing.

The morning light was just breaking, shining gently on him.

Princess Murong Hanyue walked slowly into the arena in the morning light. She gazed at Qin Wuhen, who was covered in scars, with tenderness and teasing in her tone.

"You've beaten them all away. Who will this princess fight with to win a husband?"

Qin Wuhen struggled to stand up slowly, with a burning light in his eyes.

It turns out that if you take this step, everything will no longer be difficult.

"And me, Your Highness."

Murong Hanyue smiled gently, with a playful and arrogant look in her brows.

"Oh? Wuhen, don't forget that you have never defeated me."

Qin Wuhen looked at her with burning eyes filled with endless tenderness, and he smiled dotingly.

"That's because I've always been giving in to you, my princess."

After he finished speaking, he slowly picked up the sword, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if resonating with the morning light.

Murong Hanyue was not to be outdone. She drew her sword, and the sword light was like snow, reflecting her beautiful face.

"Then let's have a real fight!"

Qin Wuhen gently waved his sword, skillfully blocking her attack and chuckled softly.

"This time, I won't give in to you, my princess."

The two men clashed again, swords flashing like weaving nets, and every collision sparked dazzling sparks, yet without losing tacit understanding and warmth.

Qin Wuhen seized the opportunity, swung his sword, and accurately knocked the sword out of the princess's hand.

He flashed and held Murong Hanyue firmly in his arms.

Qin Wuhen seemed to have suddenly realized something and took the initiative in an instant.

He put one arm around Murong Hanyue's waist and the other hand gently clasped the back of her neck, locking her tightly in his arms, leaving her no chance of escape.

His eyes were full of love and tenderness, hot and domineering.

"Your Highness, I have won. For the rest of my life, I will be your consort. I will spend my entire life loving and protecting you."

His voice was like the softest silk, gentle and warm, tightly wrapping Murong Hanyue.

Murong Hanyue, nestled in Qin Wuhen's arms, couldn't help but blush.