She saved him in a mass grave, but he saw her as nothing more than an antidote and showed her no tenderness at all.
The Emperor personally decreed a marriage between them, a match made in heaven. She played dumb and acted pitifully helpless, putting on a delicate act before him as she schemed, never realizing he had seen through her from the start.
He was the seventh prince, a peerlessly elegant man, aloof and cold, ruthless and merciless. But when it came to his ugly princess consort, it seemed he had no tricks left.
It was a game between hunter and prey. Whoever begged for mercy first would lose.
“Nan Zhu, Bai Zhi, and heartbreak grass; half a lotus, bone-mending herb, and resurrection grass. I, your princess consort, only know how to treat minor scrapes and ailments. I'm afraid I can do nothing for Your Highness's condition.”
