Cultivating a Female Emperor: Starting from Backstabbing

On her ninety-ninth cycle of reincarnation, she died from a cup of poisoned wine at the hands of her political enemies.

On her one-hundredth cycle of reincarnation, she died by my sword.

To save this broken world, I had no choice but to sacrifice her again and again.

But when Lin En opened his eyes for the 101st time, he had returned to the beginning.

Flames devoured the imperial capital, cultists were rejoicing, and the young Princess Linxi reached out to him in despair, her eyes full of trust.

This time, there is no reload, no do-over.

This is a [death race] with only one life.

Lin En looked at the bloodstained sword in his hand and made a decision that defied his ancestors.

To hell with plot-driven death.