The Life-Restoring Evil Consort: I'll Use the Empire as Medicine

“Your Highness, the consort went to a brothel!” The man grabbed his sword and charged out of the regent's mansion.

“Your Highness, the consort met with a male courtesan.” The man, dressed in full armor, tossed the woman onto the bed.

“Your Highness…”

“What has the Princess Consort done now!”

“She fainted…” The man rubbed his nose. “Move the imperial bed over there. Don't let the Princess Consort get cold…”

That year, she returned reborn, sickly and weak.

Only the realm itself could be the key to her cure!