My Husband Doesn't Talk Much, but the Crown Prince Sure Does

Cheng Xihe had a bizarre, surreal dream. In it, she was a wicked supporting character, while her husband, the Court of Judicial Review's chief, and his colleague Tang Tang were the male and female leads.

One was clever and brave, the other perceptive and sharp-eyed. They became the objects of everyone's admiration and envy, while she, consumed by jealousy and keeping male lovers, was secretly executed in the end.

When she woke from the nightmare, a young man gazed at her with soulful, shimmering eyes. He was Yan Lang, the male companion Cheng Xihe had brought back from the pleasure house.

With his handsome, jade-like features, the youth comforted his patron, looking as though he were melting with tenderness.

“Don't be afraid, Ah Heng. Don't be afraid.”

Outside the door, the Eastern Palace's chief steward was swinging his arms so hard while heating bathwater that sparks flew.

It would never be done! There was no way to finish!

When on earth was His Highness the Crown Prince going to bring the consort back to the Eastern Palace?