After an accident caused her to transmigrate into the legitimate daughter of a general's household in the Great Dynasty, Mei Yueling spent more than ten years painstakingly searching for a way back to the twenty-first century. Just when she had finally found a few clues, she was suddenly told that she had to marry Prince Yong'an.
What shocked Mei Yueling was that Prince Yong'an was the very person who had been competing with her for those clues.
On their wedding night, Mei Yueling flung a handful of muscle-relaxing powder at Xiao Junjing, and he slumped over the table.
Smugly, Mei Yueling began to threaten him. “If you still want the clues to the Fiery Tomb, you have to agree to three things.”
“First, you won't touch me. Second, you won't restrict my freedom. Third, once the Fiery Tomb has been found, you'll agree to divorce me. Otherwise...”
Before Mei Yueling could finish her threat, Xiao Junjing, who had been limp over the table, suddenly stood up and swept his sleeve.
Mei Yueling's limbs went weak, and she ended up pinned against the table instead.
Xiao Junjing wore a captivating smile and said seductively, “I hear the two gambling houses in town and the busiest restaurant both belong to my princess consort.”
Mei Yueling glared at him with furious, peach-blossom eyes. “What are you getting at?”
Xiao Junjing said, “Nothing much. The treasury has been tight these past few years, and my hundred-thousand-strong army is living in hardship. I thought I'd borrow some money from my princess consort to make things more comfortable.”
Her attempt at blackmail had backfired, and Mei Yueling was now the one being held at his mercy. She nearly spat up blood.
Who would have thought that the nation's much-praised military genius and the capital's most handsome man would turn out to be a miser?
(The author muses: What is love? Truly, even the mightiest can be brought low by the right match!)
Very nice!