“Your Majesty, just how much free time do you have? I kindly cured you, and you didn’t even reward me with gold and jewels. Instead, you gave me to a man who can’t perform. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?” Prince Zhan was just as frustrated. An arranged marriage was bad enough, but why had he been given a woman who spent every day plotting to kill him? How much did the emperor dislike him, anyway? So on their wedding night, there was no candlelit romance or sweet talk in Prince Zhan’s residence, only chaos and a chase around the house…
“My lady, could you put the needle down?”
“Enough talk. I heard you can’t perform?”
