The innocent young bride is forced into an arranged marriage, but her husband is as shrewd as they come.
“Your Highness, your face is so red. Do you have a fever? Hurry and take off your clothes to cool down.”
Prince Rui, Duan Qiange, looked at the soft little bundle in his arms, utterly helpless.
Layer upon layer of identities. Layer upon layer of schemes.
Once her disguise was removed, Jiang Fusui pressed a dagger to his throat. “Your Highness, you knew all along, didn’t you?”
He snapped the dagger in two, his gaze fierce. “You, along with every little scheme of yours, are all within the palm of my hand!”
Ignoring the blood trickling down his neck, Duan Qiange kissed her fiercely.
She plotted and schemed against him at every turn, but he still doted on her just as much as ever.
This book is okay
It was great, but the ending ended too quickly.