Our Binding Love: My Gentle Tyrant
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Chapter 2 – The Life of a Slave is of Little Value (2)

Ye Mu vexedly slapped her forehead. How could she forget? Seeing as the body she was currently occupying was just a child, then it can only be deduced that the story is currently starting from the beginning!

In the novel, the male protagonist should have escaped to the great Yue country only to unexpectedly suffer slavery first hand. How could he use his real name at this time?

“Ah, yes. It’s that certain slave—the one who looked rather presentable and has porcelain skin. There was also a tear mole on the upper corner of his eye. That fragile looking boy… he’s the one who didn’t last long.” She remembered that before she had transmigrated into this body, the original owner had already dealt blows on the young male protagonist.

“Young lady… what you said… isn’t it Aji?” The servant’s girl’s face turned deathly pale in a flash, “He… didn’t he anger Young lady and was sent to the main hall to greet the guests? Now…”

Xiao Qiu didn’t want to say it. The words ‘Now… unfortunately, he’s being “enjoyed” by that Official Liu, who is famous for being a sick child molester!’ were stuck at her throat.

But before Xiao Qiu could finish her words, Ye Mu had already went out when she heard the male lead’s current whereabouts.

Terrified, Xiao Qiu chased after her.

“Young lady! What are you going to do? The general is currently greeting the noble guests, you must not go!”

Ye Mu thought irately—just add that to the pile of things that she doesn’t care about.

She really wants to go back to her own world, back to the modern times. Besides, she can’t just leave her important job behind, not when her job as a soldier requires her to deal with major, life-threatening events for the sake of the common people.

Not only was it something she desired, but she has no choice but to go back. For this, she could only mentally say sorry to the male protagonist she hasn’t met yet.

The general’s residence was spacious. Everywhere she went, it was beautifully decorated with expensive ornaments and majestic furnitures. It was extremely extravagant, every corrider passed served to boast of the riches of the residence.

And with every corridor in this house that Ye Mu passed through, the people would kneel down in fear, throwing themselves down to the ground at her feet.

It’s as if it wasn’t a six-year-old girl walking, but some kind of demonic entity terrorizing the halls.

However, Ye Mu knows why they fear her so. Even if she had the identity of a girl born from a concubine which should have warranted fear and insecurity, she was instead, a fearless, psychopathic lolita! At her young age, her notoriety and mercilessness had already spread far and wide, tainting her young image with a very, very bad reputation.

But none of this has anything to do with her. She thought this surreal, bizarre dream would be over if she kills the male protagonist. So she simply ran. Holding her skirt in her small palms, she ran straight to the loudest place in the residence with music, with a hasty decision in mind.

But as soon as she arrived at the anteroom where the entrance of the main hall stood, her complexion changed.

It was unmanned—an ominous-looking, tall, vermilion door simply standing there. From behind it came the raucous laughter of men, the lascivious voices of women, the sound of obscene music, and as well as, the cries of children. It suddenly made her understand what was going on inside.

From what she had understood, the aristocrats of this era are promiscuous and unrestrained. Generally, when distinguished guests come, they will send trained and beautiful entertainers to receive them. If they happen to catch some of the esteemed noblemen’s eyes and are asked by the visitor to leave with them, the host of the party would be very amiable and happy. Yet, for those women, their lives had already come to an end.

In the book, the father of her current identity had a friend with a fetish for young boys. Today… that character should be here, right?