On the day the Prince of War, Nangong Ye, married his concubine, Murong Xue was publicly humiliated, stripped of her title as princess consort, handed a divorce decree, disowned by her family, and beaten until both her legs were broken. Then the concubine framed her, poisoning her and having her thrown out of the Prince of War’s residence.
The concubine covered her mouth and giggled. “Sister, did you think this was the end? The game has only just begun. Are you ready?”
Murong Xue merely stared coldly at the despicable couple before her, her lips moving ever so slightly. “I’ll remember this...”
A year later, Murong Xue had transformed herself into Yihong Courtyard’s newest courtesan. Not only had her legs healed and every trace of poison left her body, she had also mastered exceptional medical skills.
Nangong Ye said, “Your beauty has captivated me. How about I buy your freedom, then offer you half the empire with both hands as your bride price, so you can have a proper title?”
Murong Xue narrowed her large, sparkling eyes, raised a slender hand to stroke the scoundrel’s chin, and replied in a voice as sweet as an orchid, “Sounds wonderful~”
Nangong Yu put an arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace. His voice was cold. “You’re my woman, and mine alone. In this life, the next, and the one after that, let me see who dares compete with me. That would mean making an enemy of me, unless he’s tired of living...”
Murong Xue appeared before Gu Feirou in the guise of an elegant young gentleman. He put an arm around her waist, lifted her chin with a finger, and teased her. “Now the game is really just beginning... My princess consort, are you ready?”
