Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

"Squeak!"

The girl trembled like a frightened rabbit, with fear in her eyes.

She said with some trepidation, "Can you really help me?"

She has been reborn four times, but each time she has not been able to escape a tragic death. She either died at the hands of one person or another.

Every time she tried to escape for her life, she was just acting out an absurd drama with fate, and fate from above laughed at her arrogance.

The small dark room without sunlight and the deep marks on her ankles became her lingering shadows.

What would happen if a yandere liked her?

What would happen if you were liked by a yandere who was liked by a yandere?

What will happen if a yandere who is liked by a yandere hates her?

Unfortunately, she encountered them all!

She only felt lonely and desperate, like a cold and dead sea, so calm that it could drown people.

"Ai Ai, take a nap." A cold yet gentle voice sounded, "Don't worry, I'm here. As for the price, I'll help you through some time, and you just need to give me a prosperous life."

When she heard the word "妡妡", Zhi Jinhuan's dead eyes moved slightly. She hadn't heard anyone calling her nickname for a long time.

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When Changqing woke up, she found a man wearing a bright red wedding dress, holding a whip that shone coldly in his hand, and looking at her expressionlessly.

"Why are you running away?"

The man's tone was flat. With his back to the moonlight, Chang Qing couldn't see his expression clearly. He only heard him sneer and say to himself, "Do you want me to break your legs before you obey me?"

"Jinhua, you are mine. You will only be mine in this life. I will kill anyone who dares to touch me. If you don't obey me, I will kill you. This way, you will belong to me alone."

Chang Qing could see that this man was definitely a psychopath, and his illness was serious.

Because after the man said this, he threw away the whip in his hand and turned around to look for tools to break her legs.

Chang Qing's wedding dress was a little torn, and blood was seeping out from the torn places of the fabric, revealing whip marks that looked particularly hideous and terrifying on her snow-white skin.

Her body was burning with pain and she fell to the ground in the snow. The cold wind blew snowflakes, and every time she took a breath, her internal organs seemed to be frozen.

A servant came over in a hurry and whispered something in the man's ear. The man frowned and strode out.

He suddenly stopped and said to Chang Qing coldly: "If you dare to run away again, I will bury all the people you care about with you."

Chang Qing stood up, his brows and eyes were extremely cold, and he watched the man leave expressionlessly.

The man's name is Ye Fuheng. He is paranoid and cold-blooded, both good and evil. He is the regent with great power in the court and has known the original owner since childhood.

When he was seven years old, his father was framed by political enemies and the emperor ordered a confiscation of the family property. However, considering his father's many contributions to the court, the emperor did not implicate his family.

Ye Fuheng's mother was seriously ill, and the only life-saving money he had was taken away by a servant he trusted, saying that he was going to buy medicine. He waited for a whole day and a night, but the servant did not come back, and he could only watch his loved one's body getting cold.

After his mother died, he lived on the streets and was bullied. On that cold and hungry night, he met the young lady of the Prime Minister's family.

Zhi Jinhuan often heard her father mention a close friend, and his words were full of regret.

He secretly sent someone to find Ye Fuheng, wanting to bring his old friend's son back to take care of him.

But at that time Ye Fuheng didn't trust anyone and was worried that someone wanted to wipe him out, so he kept hiding, and Zhi's father never found him.

When the beggars beat Ye Fuheng, smashed the only relic left to him by his mother, and forced him to kneel down, he looked fierce and started fighting with the group of people who were a head taller than him.

"My father is innocent and would rather die than surrender. If I, Ye Fuheng, am lucky enough to survive today, I will repay you tenfold for the humiliation you have suffered today."

Ye Fuheng fought with those beggars until his head was broken and bloody, and he stared at them with blood all over his body.

Finally, she collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion, listening to the fireworks and firecrackers outside and the song of splendor and prosperity, crying bitterly while holding the jade bracelet that had been broken into several pieces.

"Your name is Ye Fuheng?"

A little girl in a red cloak walked up to him and said, "I've heard of you, but I'm not sure. I'll have to ask my father."

She smiled again and said, "But you don't have to worry. Even if you are not one, you can still find a job in the mansion. You won't be chased away."

Ye Fuheng was brought back to Zhi Mansion, but the two years of wandering outside had caused his personality to change drastically.

He disguised himself with a gentle appearance, which made his father very fond of him.

He left the Zhifu Palace at the age of fourteen, and within a short period of seven years, he rose to the highest position in the government, cleared the injustice for his father, and was even appointed as regent when the previous emperor passed away.

Zhi Jinhuan is the light in his heart, and he does not allow anyone to interfere.

But at that time, Zhi Jinhuan was already engaged. The young man was gentle and kind, with excellent character. He was a student of her father. According to the ancestral precept, he would only marry one wife in his life and would never take a concubine.

Seeing her, the young master couldn't help but blush, and would always remember what she said casually, and would bring the purple bamboo from Mingfeng Mountain, the hibiscus flowers from Qingfengya, and Tang's cakes...

He was a man of great talent and self-discipline. He was afraid of offending her in the slightest and was also afraid that others would gossip about her. Every time he would just stare at her and then turn his head away embarrassedly.

In the end, the young master died at the hands of Ye Fuheng.

The reason is simple, Zhi Jinhuan is mine.

The Prime Minister had passed away at that time, and although Zhi Jinhuan's father was a Grand Secretary, he had no way to fight against Ye Fuheng.

Ye Fuheng knew that Zhi Jinhuan didn’t love him, but it didn’t matter, as long as she was by his side.

If she doesn't obey, lock her up.

Zhi Jinhuan was the beloved young lady held in the palm of the Prime Minister's Mansion's hand, the brightest crescent moon in the capital, and extremely proud. He personally pulled her down from the altar and imprisoned her freedom in the name of love.

Possessiveness, the desire to control, she had to let him know before doing anything, and if he disagreed, she couldn't do it. All this was almost driving Zhi Jinhuan crazy.

He didn't even allow her to go out. He wanted to hide her so that no one could covet her. Even Zhi Jinhuan's best friend was on guard against by him.

When Zhi Jinhuan was young, she was somewhat attracted to the boy who stood in front of her even though she had done something wrong. However, she never believed her. In his world, if you want something, you have to fight for it at all costs.

Once suspicion arises, the crime is established.

In her first life, she died at the hands of Ye Fuheng, and his body was hidden in an ice cellar.

In the second life, Zhi Jinhuan woke up, exactly one year before her wedding. She wanted to stay away from Ye Fuheng, but failed and died at the hands of the young princess who liked Ye Fuheng.

In the third life, she killed Ye Fuheng, but ended up dying at the hands of the prince who liked the princess. The reason was that the princess hated her and she made her cry.

In the fourth life, fate still did not change.

Zhi Jinhuan realized that there were only a few normal people in this world, and the rest were all crazy.