The Consort Is a Reckless Heiress, but the Ailing Prince Won’t Escape

“Miss, the prince is waiting outside. He says if you’ve eaten and drunk your fill, you should come back with him!” Feng Qingruo looked at the roomful of chicken, duck, and fish, reluctant to leave. “Princess, the prince is waiting outside. He says if you’ve had your fill of the pleasure houses, you should come back with him!” Feng Qingruo put down her wine glass, bored and reluctant to leave. “Daughter, the prince is waiting outside. He says if you’ve calmed down, you should come back with him!” Feng Qingruo gazed at the sky with a deeply aggrieved expression and roared, “Will this ever end?” She was the fourth young lady of the prime minister’s residence, with eating, drinking, and having fun as her main occupation and being a divine physician and fortune-teller as her side gig. Yet she’d been tamed by a sickly prince. It really was a case of opposites attracting...