TVWFTBS 02

【002】Surging Like a Tide

“Get out! All of you, get out!”

Le Luoluo forced herself to endure the splitting headache and roared at the attendants.

Her face was twisted, her eyes bloodshot—there was nothing left of the lofty, noble Princess she was supposed to be.

She felt utterly disheveled, humiliated, and she absolutely could not allow these people to stay and witness her disgrace.

The once gravely injured, beautiful young male—Beiming Heng—suddenly lifted his gaze toward the nearly–deranged Le Luoluo, as though driven by some mysterious force.

At that moment, a surge of indescribable delight rose from deep within him.
It was as if the scene he had longed for all his life was finally about to unfold.

In that instant, the malice buried in Beiming Heng’s heart surged like a roaring tide.

He prayed silently in his mind, over and over:

“Le Luoluo, you shameless, filthy woman—just hurry up and die already!”

“Only after you die can I finally be together with my beloved Yao’er.”

“Compared to her, you are nothing but mud beneath the clouds. There isn’t even a basis for comparison!”

“Even letting you touch her shoes would be an extravagant dream for you!”

“A venomous, ruthless female like you doesn’t deserve to exist in this world.”

Despite the excruciating pain radiating from every wound on his body, his mood stood in stark contrast—relaxed, exhilarated, even euphoric.

Just then, a cool, crisp voice drifted in from the doorway—like winter spring-water flowing through stone, sending an involuntary chill through the room.

“Your Highness, what in the world has happened here?”

“Could it be that the gift our Snake Clan presented to you failed to satisfy you?”

As the voice faded, a tall, elegant figure stepped into view.

The newcomer was strikingly handsome—handsomer even than Beiming Heng.
Judging by appearance, he seemed around twenty-five, clearly older than the eighteen-year-old youth beside him.

“Beiming Ye,” Le Luoluo said, her red lips curling, her tone light and teasing, with a faint thread of mockery, “why don’t you demonstrate to your nephew how one should properly please this Princess?”

By now, she had already obtained all of the original host’s memories—she knew exactly who he was.
Her plan was already set.

The moment she saw Beiming Ye, the splitting pain vanished as if it had never existed, and a unique, compelling aura radiated from her.

She was a perfect blend of nobility, beauty, and wild charm—like someone born to make the world kneel at her feet.

She stretched out a slender, jade-white hand and hooked a finger under Beiming Ye’s firm, well-defined chin.
From above, she gazed down at him, the corner of her lips curling into a bold, intoxicating smile.

Beiming Ye froze for a brief moment, then recovered, the corner of his mouth lifting into a charming smile.

“Your Highness,” he said softly, “to please you would be my greatest honor.”

Before his words even finished, he didn’t spare the stunned Beiming Heng a single glance.
He simply reached out, lifted Le Luoluo by the waist, and carried her with smooth, effortless ease.

Holding the breathtaking female in his arms, he strode directly toward the luxuriously decorated bedchamber.

Watching this, Beiming Heng’s eyes reddened instantly, his expression twisted with disbelief.

He opened his mouth and screamed hysterically:

“Uncle—she is my future wife! How can you do this?!”

It felt like something precious in his chest had been struck with a hammer—painful, crushing, unbearable.

A fear of losing the most precious thing in his life surged through him like a rising tide, drowning his reason.
He wanted to rush forward, to stop the scene unfolding before his eyes—

But in front of the overwhelmingly powerful Snake King—Beiming Ye—his resistance was utterly futile.

“Beiming Heng, the moment you dared anger the noble Princess Luoluo, you lost all right to become her beast-husband.”

Beiming Ye’s deep, authoritative voice echoed through the hall, each word carrying an irresistible force.

He sat on the Princess’s ornate throne with Le Luoluo in his arms, clad in flowing black brocade that fluttered like shadows around him.
His posture was tall and imposing, overwhelming all who looked at him.

His long, narrow phoenix eyes seemed calm, but the fury simmering within them was like a volcano about to erupt.

One careless move, and that fire would reduce someone to ashes.

“Now—by my command as Snake King—you will return to the Snake Clan territory at once and report to the Punishment Hall for proper discipline.”

Beiming Ye lifted his chin slightly, his icy glare stabbing straight into Beiming Heng.

A cold tremor shot through the youth’s spine, spreading through his entire body.
His complexion turned ghost-white as cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

He opened his trembling lips, wanting to explain—

“Un… uncle, I…”

But before he could finish, Beiming Ye cut him off:

“What? Do you object to my command?”

“Or do you think I am incapable of making you obey?”

“Or perhaps… you think I wouldn’t dare kill you?”

Beiming Heng jolted violently, instantly silenced.

He knew his uncle’s temper too well.
Enraging the Snake King—his own blood relative—was equivalent to courting death.

Terrified, he turned and stumbled away, desperate to escape this nightmare and disappear from their sight.

But just before leaving, he couldn’t resist looking back at Le Luoluo—and his pupils shrank violently.

He couldn’t believe the sight before him.

His almighty uncle—the man whose footstep could shake the entire interstellar domain—was holding that “vicious female” as though she were a priceless treasure, laying her gently upon the extravagant bed…

…carefully removing her clothes…

And then—

His noble, unparalleled uncle… actually lowered his proud head, took her flawless foot—like a piece of living art—into his hand…

And slowly disappeared from Beiming Heng’s field of vision.