The Little Elf Who Loves Grapes

Her younger half-sister stole her status as the legitimate daughter and took her marriage. Her concubine-born mother was promoted to legal wife, while her late birth mother and she were struck from the general's household genealogy. Her father demoted her to slave status.

Dressed in men's clothes, ragged and disheveled, with sallow skin and a frail, bean-sprout frame, she was drugged by her stepmother and half-sister, then sold to a brothel by several old servants.

“What exactly is wrong with the Seventh Prince?”

“Xiao Lingzi, how dare you lay a hand on me? I'll wipe out your entire clan!”

“Wipe out my clan? Go on, then. Let's see you try to wipe out my maternal uncle, the Emperor of Nanxia!”

“...” This really was something he couldn't do!

“What are you doing?”

The great fox at the door knelt solemnly. “Admitting I was wrong.”

“Get in here.”

Qing Feng saw the Seventh Prince rise, a huge grin appearing on his face. Was that cold-blooded prince from before just an act? The moment he stepped inside, he put on a pitiful, aggrieved look again.

Qing Feng rubbed his eyes. “It must be an illusion. Definitely an illusion.”

“You little wretches... Fifty million taels of silver! In just half a year, you've spent half the Northern Emperor's treasury! You... you lot... Have you forgotten that Xiao Lingzi is a government official?” “Someone, summon the imperial physician!”

“No need. I'm just heartbroken over the money. You... get out, all of you...” He roared without a care for appearances, taking off his shoe and hurling it at the two of them. “You little brats, swindling me out of my money!”