Reborn Noble Daughter: The Eighth Prince’s Lavish Love and a Drunken Jiangshan

Su Wanyue, the Prime Minister’s legitimate daughter, was peerlessly beautiful and talented. In her previous life, she devoted her entire family’s resources to helping the Crown Prince ascend the throne, only to be repaid with a betrayal that cut to the bone. The day the new emperor took the throne was also the day she died. A cup of poisoned wine ended her life. With her dying eyes, she watched her loving husband and her half-sister, Su Wanqing, sneer as they stood hand in hand. All 132 members of her family were slaughtered, and the palace gates were stained with blood.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the bloom of her fifteenth year, before any of the tragedies had taken place. The Crown Prince was pretending to court her favor, her father intended to bet on the Eastern Palace once more, and her half-sister still played the part of the meek, innocent girl while coveting everything she had.

In this life, Su Wanyue turned away with a cold laugh, vowing to destroy everything her enemies cherished and protect her loved ones!

To the court’s astonishment, she resolutely rejected the Crown Prince. Undeterred by her father’s fury or the world’s ridicule, she even petitioned for an imperial decree to marry the idle Eighth Prince, Xiao Jingyuan, who was rumored to be frail, ill-tempered, and destined by the imperial physicians to die before the age of twenty-five.

The Crown Prince mocked her for seeking her own doom. Her half-sister gleefully took the position of Crown Princess, waiting to watch Su Wanyue live a miserable life as a widow.

No one knew that beneath her bridal sedan, she had hidden a coldly worded contract in her sleeve: “Let’s work together to kill the emperor. Afterward, we’ll divorce and owe each other nothing.”

She had thought it would be a simple transaction in which each got what they wanted: she would take revenge, and he would seize the throne. But the frail prince smiled as he stamped the contract, then wrote a reply that shocked the world: “Killing the emperor is no fun. How about I give you an empire to play with?”

From then on, she was cherished beyond measure, and the court was turned upside down.

When she wanted to cut down her enemies, he handed her the sharpest blade. When she wanted to stir up a storm, he became her strongest support. The sickly man everyone thought had little time left instead held her in the palm of his hand, treasured her like a priceless jewel, and indulged her without limit.