She Was Cast Aside, Until She Carried the King

Just half a month after the wedding, it was time for Elara to visit her Hui relatives.

The clan specially cleaned the main road, hung lanterns and decorations, creating a festive atmosphere, as if she were not a daughter returning home for a family visit, but a noble person returning home in glory.

I stood under the veranda of the side hall of the clan temple and saw Elara walking slowly towards me, her arm intimately linked with Darius's.

She wore a magnificent long dress embroidered with gold and silver, the hem of which was adorned with tiny moonstones that shimmered as she walked; her originally somewhat ordinary features were made even more charming by her exquisite makeup, her face was radiant with happiness, her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural blush, and her eyes held an unconcealable sense of pride and languor—it was the look of someone who had been thoroughly immersed in love and pampering, and it was clear at a glance that her married life was very fulfilling.

In contrast, I was dressed in a plain-colored dress with my long hair simply tied up , which made me stand out from the festive atmosphere around me and create a stark contrast with Elara's glamorous appearance.

The tribespeople who passed by all stared at Elara with fawning and envy, but when they passed me, they avoided my gaze or cast disdainful glances, as if looking at me would taint them.

Darius's gaze pierced through the crowd and landed precisely on me.

He didn't move away immediately, but instead looked at me with a playful, predatory gaze, a malicious smile playing on his lips. His eyes were filled with undisguised malice, as if he were enjoying my wretched state.

Perhaps it was Darius's excessive attention that made Elara realize something was amiss.

She turned her head following his gaze, and the moment she saw me, the tenderness in her eyes was immediately replaced by wariness, and then turned into intense hostility.

She glared at me suddenly, as if asserting her dominance, and moved closer to Darius, speaking in a shrill voice with sarcasm: "Sister, what are you doing standing here? I thought you had already hidden away and dared not show your face to anyone."

She paused, deliberately puffed out her chest, and patted Darius's arm smugly, her tone becoming increasingly sarcastic: "I forgot to introduce you, this is my husband, His Highness Darius, the eldest prince of the high-ranking pure-blooded wolf clan . Sister, you'd better remember this clearly, he is mine, and not someone a woman of your infamous reputation can seduce at will!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding tribesmen stopped in their tracks and began to whisper among themselves, their gazes piercing me like needles.

I clenched my hands in my sleeves, my nails digging deep into my palms, forcing myself to maintain a calm facade.

Seeing this, Darius not only did not stop Elara, but instead raised his hand and gently stroked the back of her hand. His movements were extremely gentle, and his tone was tender and affectionate, as if he were treating the most precious treasure in the world .

"Ah Ning, don't be angry." He paused, his gaze sweeping over me again, his tone suddenly turning cold, filled with undisguised disgust. "Don't worry, I find her disgusting. Even if she took off all her clothes and pressed herself against me, I wouldn't give her a second glance."

The word "dirty" is like a red-hot branding iron, burning my heart.

In my past life, he once stroked my long hair so tenderly, saying I was his treasure and that my silver hair and bloodline were a gift from heaven . Now, however, he uses the most vicious words to belittle and humiliate me, completely crushing and trampling the tenderness of the past under his feet.

A surge of pain welled up in my chest, mixed with humiliation and anger, almost overwhelming me.

With Darius's support, Elara became even more smug.

She covered her mouth, letting out a soft, fake laugh, but her eyes swept across my face like knives. Feigning regret, she said, "Yes, I'd forgotten. Sister, you're infamous now, used by everyone. Don't even mention His Highness Darius looking down on you; even beggars on the street and lowly mixed-blood wolves in the mountains probably wouldn't want you—after all, with your shamelessness, even if you stood naked in front of them, no decent man would give you a second glance."

"If you ask me, sister, you should stop being so picky and find a place to get married as soon as possible. Even marrying a crude, exiled wolf would be better than spending your whole life being pointed at and gossiped about, and dying alone, right?"

Her words were like poisoned daggers, cutting into my heart with each one, every word filled with malice.

I took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in my heart, slowly raised my eyes, and coldly glanced at the incessantly chattering couple.

The more smug they are, the more ridiculous they seem.

I gently curled the corners of my lips, shrugged helplessly, and said in a calm but precise tone, "Sister, instead of wasting your time worrying about my marriage, you should focus more on yourself. After all, not every mixed-blood is lucky enough to give birth to a high-ranking pure-blooded heir. If you can't give birth to a pure-blooded werewolf in the future, your position as the eldest prince's consort might not be secure, right? At that time, it won't be as simple as just falling out of favor."