Shen Nansang died, tortured to death by a deranged, arrogant prince.
Reborn in a new life, Shen Nansang carried the burden of a blood feud and had her golden finger fully unlocked. Wherever she went, every scumbag had to get down on their knees. Everyone treated the fallen, isolated Holy Son like trash, but she insisted on marrying him. The deranged prince was impossible to avoid? Then she'd kill him. The Emperor of Taihua causing trouble again? He was old, so she might as well kill him.
Wait! Why is this Holy Son acting so strange? No, impossible. He's just a pawn. She'd never fall for a pawn!
One afternoon, Shen Nansang wrapped her arms around the man's sturdy waist and kept nuzzling him. “Xianzhi, you smell so good! Your waist is so soft! Your eyes are all red, and they look so pretty.”
Lu Que blushed bright red with embarrassment. “Shen Nansang! Don't touch my waist!”
Shen Nansang: “Oh, come on, we're an old married couple. Don't be shy... Huh? What's this? A token? What kind of token? Wait... Could you actually be...?”
Lu Que: “I told you not to touch my waist!”
Shen Nansang: Tsk, another day of discovering my husband's secret identity. What am I supposed to do? He has too many identities, and it's giving me a headache.
It's very interesting. I like reading this book.
It's so beautiful, why so little popularity?