No Clinging, No Looking Back: The Legitimate Daughter Takes the City by Storm

She was the eldest legitimate daughter of the Minister of Rites, raised in the countryside. Everyone in the capital thought she had nothing going for her but her looks.

But they didn't know she'd studied medicine from the age of three, practiced poison at five, mastered painting by eight, and beaten the nation's best player at chess by twelve.

Yet she hid her brilliance, wanting only to stay by the side of the man she loved and help him fulfill his ambitions.

Six years passed. At twenty, she was still unmarried and still hadn't wed her childhood sweetheart.

“Cui Chenzhi, this is the ninety-ninth time I’ve asked you to marry me. If I have to ask a hundred times, I won’t want you anymore!”

“I know, I know! Once I pass the imperial examination in a couple of days, I’ll come ask for your hand!”

When the results were posted, he finally kept his promise. “I’ll come to ask for your hand tomorrow. But I’ve already agreed to buy Niansi’s freedom, and it’ll be a while before our wedding. I’ll have her move into the manor first. After all, being kept as a mistress doesn’t look good!”

Bringing a concubine into the household before the principal wife had even entered was an insult to her and her family. This time, Bai Shaoan decided to live for her own family!

“Cui Chenzhi, thank you for refusing to marry me all these years. You helped me see who you really are. So I’m not marrying you!”

She turned and left, no longer hiding her brilliance.

Before long, paintings by the Immortal of An Tu, the music of the Ethereal Immortal, and the works of the Medical and Poison Immortal, who turned out to be one and the same, took the capital by storm. Even the Chess Sage had a master!

Only later did people learn that all these figures were the very country girl they'd looked down on!

“Shaoan, I was wrong. Forgive me. Let’s get back together!”

“Sorry, if you want to be with me, you’ll have to beat my husband first!”

The God of War Prince stood nearby, his gaze icy as he stared at the hand that had touched the hem of her dress. “Do you want to keep your hand, or your life?”