Shen Luogui was the most obedient puppet of the Sixth Prince, Huo Shizhao. She helped him ascend the throne, slaughtered his own flesh and blood at his command, and burned the General’s Estate to the ground.
Only when Huo Shizhao forced poisoned wine down her throat and crushed her windpipe did she finally find release.
Heaven took pity on her. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the day she became his puppet.
In her previous life, the short-lived Ninth Prince, Huo Yuzheng, was the one Shen Luogui sought out to form an alliance with, all so she could protect the General’s Estate.
Unfortunately, he was determined to die.
To keep him alive, Shen Luogui tried absolutely everything.
Even when she took her maid out to buy candied hawthorns, she brought a skewer for Huo Yuzheng. She picked pretty flowers by the roadside and brought them to him, and she sent him every kind of clay rattle and pellet drum children played with, too.
Yet Huo Yuzheng remained cold from beginning to end, and his gaze was just as chilly whenever he looked at Shen Luogui.
Shen Luogui decided to try a more drastic approach.
On a bright, sunny day, she took Huo Yuzheng to a brothel in secret.
Before them stood the ornate sign of the Blossoming Pavilion, the madam welcoming them with delight, and the girls in their dazzling finery.
Thumping her chest, Shen Luogui assured him, “Your Highness, trust me. Once you’ve experienced the pleasures of the boudoir, you’ll be hooked.”
Huo Yuzheng was so furious that the veins stood out on his forehead. He seized Shen Luogui around the waist with one hand and pulled her into the carriage. “Since A-Gui has so sincerely invited me, how could I refuse her kind offer?”
Shen Luogui: “…”
That’s not the kind of pleasure I meant!
So far, I feel very good-looking 😳