As a political victim, I was forced to marry the prince of the enemy country.
On our wedding night, I drugged him and escaped through the window.
Three years later, when I became a wealthy businessman, he came to visit me.
"Have you had enough fun, madam?" He leaned against the door, waving our marriage certificate, "it's time to go home."
I chuckled: "Your Highness has admitted the wrong person. I am the richest man in Jiangnan, not your runaway concubine."
He suddenly lowered his voice: "Then how do you explain the East China Sea defense map you stole?"
