My best friend and I both married into the Dragon Clan, hoping to earn bounties by conquering our respective husbands.
My best friend married He Chuan, who cultivated the Heartless Dao, while I married Jing Yi, the severely injured clan lord.
"I got a kiss! How far along are you?"
"Me too."
He Chuan, cold and heartless, devoted to pursuing the Dao, had his face kissed red by my best friend, her arms around his neck. His Daoist heart was shattered.
My best friend clutched her aching waist. "I want a divorce! I want to fake my death and run away! He's just too good at it..."
I slapped the table. "If you're leaving him, then so am I!"
But before we could put our escape plan into action, the clan lord Jing Yi, who was rumored to be near death, suddenly came back to life.
He tightened his grip around my waist and pressed down over me.
"What? He Chuan can do it, but I can't?"
