In her previous life, she carved the flesh from the man she loved most, only to be hung on the city wall for three days and nights by the younger sister he cherished. Reborn in a storm of blood, she rushed into the prince's arms for a hug and swore that in this life, she would make those people pay for their blood debts.
The crown prince wants to use me? No problem. Let's see how he likes it when I cripple his own right hand first.
My scheming younger sister? Perfect. I'll send her off to be a match for that scumbag.
But... the prince she swore to make it up to keeps secretly passing her knives from behind her back.
Mu Nanzhi: “Your Highness, it's late. You should head to your study.”
Feng Qingyan: “My beloved consort, don't you think the two of us should have a deep conversation?”
Her: ... She'd tear the prince apart for going back on his word.
Can the father's concubine be called the second wife?