Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

Han Ming, Han Meiren, was indeed a little worried. She used to not know why she suddenly believed in Yuchi, probably the final straw that broke the camel’s back; after trying on clothes, her hidden woes were uncovered, instantly weakening her resolve.

”At first, I completely believed, but as his absence drags on, as the prison slowly rises, why do I feel things becoming dangerous... If he really broke his promise, what could I do?”

”If I complained, nobody would care for me. He got my body for nothing and caused me such unendurable pain.”

”How could I blame him? The Prison Director and others, they’re clearly on Yuchi’s side; if he wronged me, I’m powerless.”

At this thought, it was truly heartbreaking.

Honestly, she wanted revenge, to kill the Prison Director. But after finally joining the prison, she saw the terror of such power. They weren’t just one person; they were a group. Against so many, she couldn’t possibly manage on her own.

”Stories lie; why would enemies wait idly for doom? They’re terrifying too, and as the snowball began to roll, despite my effort to cultivate and improve my level, the gap widened.”

”Few initially spoke to me, but discovered by the prison and brutally killed; I could do nothing but hide in the shadows, afraid to speak... and this world... why is it so hard?”

Han Meiren was indeed pitiful, hiding her identity for revenge, but when faced with the terror of her enemies, revenge seemed hopeless, forcing her to rely on a mortal in desperation, hoping for help - utterly hopeless; a Core Formation cultivator consumed by a mere mortal.

And...

And again...

And a second time!

Blushing, laughing and crying, as she came back to her senses, she pinched her tender cheeks: ”No... no, I almost forgot, it wasn’t Yuchi who took the initiative, it was me.”

”Yes!”

”Yes...”

”My god, what was I thinking, forcing a mortal to help me, showing such unworthy sentiments for my level, how pitiful and tragic...”

Her eyes flushed with shame, biting her lip, suddenly hating herself.

Even in her breath, she seemed to smell the scent of that teenager:

”Oh! So if he said he couldn’t help, I couldn’t just blame him, after all, I brought it on myself, forcing others, so it’s self-destruction if they don’t help, not like they’re obliged, he’s no ordinary guy, he’s the Prison Director of the Great Tang Prison...”

”It’s the Great Tang Prison I deeply revere.”

Han Meiren mocked herself.

As Yuchi’s return drew near, she grew anxious:

”Do I need to prepare new clothes, maybe he doesn’t like my armor style... those clothes he had me try before should be fine, or should I prepare? So when he returns, I’ll be ready...”

”I pray for a miracle from him!”

”Rescue me!”